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Tang Yu and I are probably a doomed relationship. No way out?
— From the Diary of a Little Rich Girl
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If Tang Yu had only suspected before that Tang Xin called him a "pig head," now it was confirmed—she was blatantly insulting him.
Not only did she insult him, but she also added a beating, sarcasm, and finally a farewell…
Tang Yu never imagined things would turn out this way between him and Tang Xin. That girl completely disregarded the rules, and the situation had spiraled entirely out of control. He felt like he’d been tossed into a frying pan and repeatedly cooked over high heat.
Look at her—she couldn’t possibly like him that much. If she really did, how could she be so carefree? After just a few days, she cleanly said goodbye.
How much could she possibly like him?
It was probably just a fleeting infatuation.
A few days ago, Tang Yu had felt a twinge of guilt toward her, but now all he felt was irritation and frustration. His long fingers pressed against his face, his thumb and ring finger massaging his throbbing temples. He knew now why people said women shouldn’t be spoiled.
If the world were strictly black and white, Tang Xin’s world would have countless colors—whatever color she wanted to splash on, she would. Give her an inch, and she’d open a dye shop.
He had spoiled her too much in the past.
He exhaled deeply, moved his hand away, stretched out to pick up his phone again, unlocked it, and scrolled down. He saw her replies to others’ comments.
Someone had asked her: “You disappeared for a few days—what happened?”
Little Rich Girl replied: “Nothing much, I just suddenly realized some things.”
Tang Yu’s lips tightened, his expression turning cold. Without emotion, he tapped a “like” under her post, then set the phone aside and walked lazily toward the bathroom. As he unbuttoned his shirt, he frowned, thinking about how to turn the situation around.
Just as Tang Xin was about to go to bed, she saw that glaring “like.”
She froze, hugging her pillow while lying in bed. Her smooth toes curled slightly. He definitely knew she was cursing him—liking her post was clearly meant to intimidate her.
But she wasn’t scared!
After all, she’d dared to kiss him forcefully—what else was there to fear?
Tang Xin tossed her phone aside and burrowed into her blanket, falling asleep without a care.
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The next morning, Tang Xin drove to You Huan’s studio. You Huan had arrived ten minutes earlier, and the shop was already mostly tidied up. She was standing by the display window, dressing the mannequin. When she saw Tang Xin walk in with Hua Juan, she tilted her chin toward the table. “Breakfast is on the table. Go eat.”
Tang Xin smiled brightly. “Sister Huan, you’re the best.”
You Huan chuckled and slipped a plaid blazer onto the mannequin. Once done, she stepped out and went to work on something else.
Tang Xin sat at the front desk, eating pan-fried buns and sipping milk through a straw. Her eyes followed You Huan around restlessly, making You Huan feel uneasy. She turned around and looked at her. “What? Did your President Tang reject you, and now you’ve decided to come out of the closet with me?”
“No,” Tang Xin grinned. “I still like men.”
“Hmph. Still like President Tang?”
“…No.”
You Huan glanced at her. “Stubborn.”
After almost four years of unrequited love, how could she suddenly stop liking him?
Tang Xin pouted, finished eating, tossed the empty containers into the trash, and wandered around the shop. Turning back to You Huan, she asked, “Are you not going out today?”
You Huan sat at the workbench, pulling out a sketch from her bag. Without looking up, she replied, “I might go out this afternoon. Nothing planned for the morning.”
Tang Xin walked over and peeked at her sketches. “Oh, is this a dress?”
“Yes, someone placed a few orders.”
“Great job.”
Her gaze kept drifting toward the entrance. You Huan sketched quickly, glanced up, and asked curiously, “What are you doing?”
Tang Xin turned to look at her. “I’m waiting for a young lady to walk in. Otherwise, why am I even here?”
She just wanted to vent her frustrations.
You Huan: “….”
She gave a thumbs-up, wondering which young lady would willingly let herself get “slaughtered” today.
By noon, no one had entered the shop.
Bored out of her mind, Tang Xin considered logging into her main Weibo account to attract customers. Her main account, “Sugarheart,” had millions of followers, mostly students. But she decided against it.
Instead, she took a photo of Hua Juan lounging on the display counter and posted it on Weibo.
She rarely used her main account for posts; occasionally, she’d share something to let her followers know she was still active. For everything else, she surfed anonymously with her secondary account.
This rare post drew immediate attention from her fans. After drooling over her cat, the regulars began their usual inquiries—
Fan #1: “When will Make a Dream for You finally start filming? You said four years ago that the rights were sold, but there’s been no news. Last year, both the movie and TV series adaptations of other works came out.”
Fan #2: “Although novel adaptations often disappoint, this one is different. It’s not just a romance—it has family themes and major plot twists, making it more suitable for adaptation than those others.”
Fan #3: “Exactly! What’s going on with Shiguang Films? Why hasn’t President Tang filmed it yet? Is he saving it for the next generation?”
…
Tang Xin skimmed through the comments and paused when she saw one. She replied: “The contract is about to expire. I’m not giving it to President Tang anymore—I’ll let Father Lu handle it.”
The fans exploded—
“AHHHH!!! Father Lu? Which Father Lu????”
“Is it Lu Jingcheng from Zhongce? Or Director Lu Zhixing? Or that other Lu XX?”
“AHHHHHH!! Is it really going to happen? As long as it gets made, whoever funds it is our Daddy!”
“So does this mean Sugar is leaving Shiguang Films?”
…
Tang Xin was momentarily stunned. She hadn’t considered leaving Shiguang Films. Quitting because of a breakup would make her seem immature and petty. Tang Yu… would definitely think she couldn’t handle rejection, and Gao Heng would laugh at her.
Adults don’t do such childish things.
She exited Weibo and switched to her secondary account to browse gossip.
After finishing her scroll, she started moving some of the spring collection outfits into the fitting room to try them on. Many of her clothes were sourced from You Huan’s studio, ensuring she wouldn’t run into duplicates. You Huan, stealing moments of leisure, watched Tang Xin entertain herself. This was good—losing a love shouldn’t crush one’s spirit.
That was just Tang Xin’s personality. No matter how sad she felt, she refused to cry and look ugly in public. She always maintained her dignity. Moreover, she was excellent at self-soothing. She’d find plenty of things to occupy herself, channeling her emotions appropriately. For instance, posting on her Moments was a form of emotional release.
As she was trying on clothes enthusiastically, the sound of a car locking echoed from outside.
Tang Xin peeked her head out and her eyes instantly lit up!
The young lady with the red Maserati was back!
She quickly hung the sweater she was holding and smiled brightly, taking quick steps to greet the two familiar-looking young ladies. “Welcome!”
Tang Dingding saw her and froze, muttering inwardly: Why is it Ming Zhu again…
Shen Fei also remembered Tang Xin. Exchanging a glance with Tang Dingding, she sighed internally, Why is it her again? Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted You Huan by the workbench and brightened. “Oh, Designer Sister, you’re here today!”
Only then did Tang Dingding notice the beauty by the workbench. You Huan looked up and smiled at them. “Take a look around first. If you need anything, tell her.”
She pointed at Tang Xin.
Shen Fei was slightly disappointed. “Alright.”
Tang Dingding, however, didn’t dwell on it. She thought it was just a coincidence—always running into the woman her brother couldn’t win over. A fated connection, perhaps.
Her gaze shifted, and she suddenly noticed Hua Juan stretching lazily on the display counter. Delighted, she exclaimed, “There’s a cat! A Chinchilla—so cute!”
Shen Fei glanced at it happily and turned to You Huan. “Designer Sister, is this your cat?”
Tang Xin smiled brightly. “It’s mine. His name is Hua Juan.”
Tang Dingding turned to her, pursed her lips, and whispered, “Can I pet him?”
Tang Xin picked up Hua Juan and handed him over. “Here you go.”
Tang Dingding happily held Hua Juan, stroking his back several times. She had no idea that this cat was originally meant for her but had been passed on to Tang Xin by her brother. She praised him repeatedly: “So cute.”
Shen Fei wasn’t particularly interested in cats and went to browse the clothes.
Tang Xin dutifully followed her, providing attentive service.
Half an hour later, Tang Dingding, satisfied with petting the cat, finally went to try on clothes.
Because she’d spent time with the cat, Tang Dingding was in a great mood and became enthusiastic about shopping. She picked out four or five new outfits, including the plaid blazer on the mannequin. Tang Xin gleefully rang up the total. She was excellent at reading people and knew Tang Dingding was… easy prey.
So, she quoted higher prices.
“This one is 3,000 yuan, that one 8,000, this one 20,000, and that one 50,000…”
At first, Tang Dingding thought the prices were reasonable, but as they got higher and higher, she widened her eyes and muttered softly, “Why are they so expensive…”
Though it was a free market, she could always choose not to buy if she thought it was too pricey.
But she felt like Tang Xin was deliberately overcharging her.
Could it be that she knew she was Tang Yu’s sister? Was this intentional?
You Huan coughed loudly, signaling Tang Xin not to ruin her reputation.
Tang Xin touched the clothes and coughed as well. “Let me recalculate. If there’s anything you don’t like, tell me, and I’ll take it out for you.”
Tang Dingding: “….”
She pouted, suddenly grabbed her bag, and stood up. “Wait a moment. I need to step outside and make a call.”
Tang Xin blinked, feeling a bit panicked. Was she going to report her for fraud? She quickly shouted, “Wait! I’ll give you a discount! Don’t make the call!”
Tang Dingding walked to the shop entrance, gave her a meaningful look, and said, “I’m calling my brother.”
Tang Xin: “….”
Was she going to have her brother pay?
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Tang Yu had just exited the airport when he received Tang Dingding’s call. Walking toward the car, he answered, impatiently asking, “What is it?”
Tang Dingding immediately humphed at him. “Brother, I’m telling you, you’ve misjudged her! Ming Zhu isn’t as good as you think. She…”
“Wait.” Tang Yu paused by the car door, frowning. “Get to the point. What happened?”
Standing outside the shop, Tang Dingding glanced through the glass door and met Tang Xin’s smiling face. Quickly turning back, she complained indignantly, “I’m shopping at that studio right now, and Ming Zhu is being so unfair—she’s trying to rip me off!”
Tang Yu: “….”
Tang Yu opened the car door and sat inside. The driver glanced back, and with a nod from Tang Yu, the car pulled away.
Ming Zhu wasn’t in Beijing, so it couldn’t be her.
Tang Yu relaxed into the seat, glanced out the window, and said indifferently, “Let her rip you off.”
Tang Ding ding’s eyes widened in disbelief. “…What?”
Her brother was actually telling her to let someone—someone who already had a boyfriend, no less—take advantage of her? Was he really that heartbroken over Ming Zhu?
Just how much did he love her?
Tang Dingding suddenly felt a surge of frustration toward her brother. After a moment, she said with heartfelt exasperation, “Brother, I think even if we have a gold mine at home, we shouldn’t be wasting money like this!”
Sometimes, Tang Yu truly felt that Tang Dingding was missing a few brain cells. He lowered the car window slightly, letting the wind rush in and dissipate some of his fatigue. He rubbed his temples, his voice lazy, as if softened by the spring breeze, carrying an unintentional tenderness—
“Does she have a dimple on her right cheek?”
“Yes!”
“She’s Tang Xin, not Ming Zhu.”
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Author’s Note:
Little Miss Tang: ⊙.⊙ … Future sister-in-law? She ripped me off for so much money!
Little Boss Tang: Let her rip you off. We’ve got a gold mine at home. [Didn’t you say you wouldn’t spoil her? So much for that! Classic "it smells good when it's cooked."]
Little Rich Girl: Hehe. A little sweet.
For those who said they couldn’t figure out President Tang’s personality earlier, his true nature will slowly start to show. You can start keeping track of how often President Tang “cracks” or makes flirtatious comments! Hahaha!
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