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Today’s Tang Yu is still making people want to beat him up.
Pighead.
— From the Diary of a Little Rich Girl
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Lu Zhixing’s move was as slick and bold as ever, instantly catapulting Tang Xin, an obscure screenwriter who had never trended before, straight to the top of the hot search rankings. Fans watched in awe as the phrase “The ‘Father Lu’ Sugarheart mentioned is me” climbed from rank thirty-eight all the way to number one.
The comment section was buzzing with excitement—
“‘The Father Lu Sugarheart mentioned is me’—why does that sound so sweet? I’m shipping this! This CP is locked!”
“Suddenly, I feel like there’s some pampering... what’s going on?”
“So, is Father Lu going to adapt Make a Dream for You ? Director Lu stood out among dozens of potential ‘Father Lus’! Impressive! Can’t wait for the movie!”
“Don’t you guys notice the part where Sugarheart said, ‘Not giving it to Father Tang anymore’? It feels kind of heartbreaking. Poor Father Tang… but I’m fully committed to shipping Father Lu and Sugarheart now! Waiting for the official announcement!”
…
Tang Xin stared at the endless @ mentions and comments, as well as the glaringly obvious trending topic, utterly bewildered.
She hadn’t even done anything yet, and Father Lu had already taken her straight to number one?
…Was this the first step toward taking off?
Lu Zhixing had significantly more Weibo followers than Tang Xin—nearly five million. After all, a young director with both talent and looks like him was a rare gem. He was the poster child for good looks in the directing world. At every awards ceremony, his youthful and handsome face stood out, and his carefree, rebellious aura would have made him stand out even if he were in the acting industry.
But he didn’t rely on his looks—he relied on his talent. He had won several major awards.
Occasionally, Lu Zhixing would make cameo appearances in his own films, playing minor roles. Though his screen time was limited, it was enough to keep his fans entertained.
Tang Xin considered herself quite bold. She had dared to forcefully kiss Tang Yu—what else could scare her? But as she watched her follower count skyrocket, she suddenly felt a bit intimidated and hesitated to open the comments. With her screenwriting imagination and experience lurking online with her secondary account, she knew the comments would be wild.
Her phone buzzed, and a notification from Lu Zhixing popped up on her screen.
She froze for a moment, then quickly opened it.
Lu Zhixing: “Aren’t you going to follow me back?”
He was referring to following each other on Weibo.
Tang Xin hurriedly opened Weibo, clicked into the trending topic, and without even glancing at the rapidly rising heat and comment count, she went straight to Lu Zhixing’s profile and hit the follow button. Then she returned to WeChat and replied with a smiley emoji: “Already followed!”
Lu Zhixing: “I’ll be back in a couple of days. Let’s have dinner on the 15th to discuss the collaboration?”
By the time Lu Zhixing reposted her tweet, Tang Xin already knew that he genuinely wanted to work with her and was serious about adapting Make a Dream for You. Now, the entire internet knew that her “Father Lu” was none other than Lu Zhixing.
At this point, if she backed out, wouldn’t she be slapping both their faces?
Tang Xin rarely did things that embarrassed herself. Biting her lip, she sent over a meme of someone clinging to another person’s leg: “Sure! I’ll treat.”
At that moment, Lu Zhixing had just finished an interview and was lounging in the car with his legs crossed. Seeing Tang Xin’s reply, he couldn’t help but chuckle softly. He noticed that this girl loved using memes and decided not to bother typing. Instead, he sent a voice message: “Isn’t treating supposed to be a man’s job?”
Tang Xin was surprised to see a voice message. Lowering the volume, she pressed the phone to her ear and listened.
After hearing it, she smiled faintly and typed: “Alright, then I’ll treat next time.”
Give and take.
Lu Zhixing chuckled and sent back: “Deal.”
A few seconds later, Lu Zhixing heard his assistant mention that his casual retweet had made it to the trending topics. He let out a low whistle and opened Weibo to check it out. His original message had been rather flippant, lacking any formal tone… Would Tang Xin mind? Probably not, since she was the one who called him “Father Lu” first.
Still, out of respect, he asked: “You’re not bothered by my Weibo post, right?”
Tang Xin paused for a moment and replied: “No, not at all.”
Lu Zhixing relaxed, leaning back in the passenger seat and telling his assistant, “Let’s go back to the hotel.”
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In fact, Tang Xin hadn’t even checked the full extent of the Weibo frenzy yet. Beside her, Han Xiaoxiao squealed excitedly: “Holy crap! Tang Xin, how are you so amazing?! You’re officially my idol now! It’s Lu Zhixing!!”
Tang Xin: “….”
Even she thought she was pretty badass now—forcefully kissing Tang Yu, rejecting Tang Yu, and throwing shade at Tang Yu!
And now, she was selling the rights, getting her book adapted into a movie, and flying high with Father Lu!
Huang Siyi and Zhou Dan hadn’t expected things to escalate like this either. Watching her follower count surge and the topic heat rise, they noticed her works being discussed too. Was this the start of her big break?
What incredible luck!
Soon, Huang Siyi spotted another subtle trending topic—
#FeelBadForFatherTang
She skimmed through it briefly, glanced at Tang Xin, and sneered mockingly: “Tang Xin, you should take a look at the trending topics. How are you going to explain this to President Tang?”
Tang Xin looked at her and smiled, her eyes curved: “Oh? What exactly am I supposed to explain to him?”
Zhou Dan rolled her eyes: “You’ll know once you look.”
Rubbing President Tang’s dignity into the ground like this and still acting so nonchalant—was this arrogance born from favoritism?
Han Xiaoxiao refreshed the page and noticed something odd. Slapping her forehead in frustration, she whispered, “No wonder something felt off…” She nudged Tang Xin and said quietly, “You should really check it out!”
The fire was already burning, and she was still acting like it had nothing to do with her. Truly unbelievable!
Finally, Tang Xin opened Weibo. The top trending topic was still “The Father Lu Sugarheart mentioned is me,” while the third spot was… “#FeelBadForFatherTang.” Her hand trembled slightly. As expected, the netizens hadn’t disappointed her—the scenario she had anticipated and feared had indeed unfolded.
Taking a deep breath, she clicked on the trending topic and scanned the comments—
“Sugarheart said, ‘Not giving it to Father Tang anymore.’ Poor Father Tang—I wonder how he feels about this. Suddenly, it feels heartbreaking.”
“Not giving it to Father Tang anymore… such a blatant rejection! Will Father Tang feel crushed? I’m imagining a dramatic love triangle tragedy.”
“So, what does Sugarheart look like? Does anyone have a photo?”
“You guys shouldn’t joke like this. Doesn’t Father Tang have pride?”
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Tang Xin read through the teasing comments, feeling a bit uneasy. She wondered how Tang Yu would react—would he be angry? Definitely. Would he regret it? What would he regret? Not filming her work sooner or not accepting her feelings?
She had never posted photos on Weibo or attended book signings, so her fans had no idea what she looked like.
Her WeChat was flooded with messages asking about the trending topic—what was going on? Was she really going to collaborate with Lu Zhixing? Tang Xin replied to You Huan and a few close friends but ignored the rest.
As she kept replying and being bombarded with questions, she started to feel irritated.
Han Xiaoxiao observed her expression and whispered, “Do you think President Tang will really get mad?”
Tang Xin furrowed her brows and huffed: “It’s not like I asked to be on the trending list…”
If he gets mad, is it automatically her fault?
Han Xiaoxiao studied her expression, impressed by her mental strength. Without caring about others’ opinions, she gave Tang Xin a thumbs-up. Leaning closer, she grinned mischievously. “If your book really gets adapted, can you bring me into the production team?”
Tang Xin shot her a sidelong glance: “Are you leaving Shiguang Films?”
Han Xiaoxiao sighed: “Honestly, I feel like I don’t fit in here.”
Tang Xin chuckled. Her phone kept buzzing nonstop, so she tossed it aside, deciding not to look at it anymore.
Then she thought—given how things were between her and Tang Yu, why should she worry about his emotions?
Upstairs in the president’s office, Gao Heng adjusted his glasses nervously, his palms sweating slightly. He didn’t dare look at President Tang’s face. He thought to himself: Miss Tang was truly remarkable—she could make President Tang’s emotions flip-flop like this.
Tang Yu’s expression was icy cold, his eyes half-closed as he stared at the computer screen. His gaze was sharp enough to freeze water. After a long while, he irritably slammed the mouse down with a “Bang!” and leaned back in his chair. The wheels of the chair slid slightly, turning him around a bit as he faced the floor-to-ceiling window.
His side profile was cold and stern.
Gao Heng was about to say something when the office door was knocked on three times. Before anyone could respond, it creaked open.
Huo Chendong stood at the doorway, glanced at Gao Heng, then at Tang Yu, who was staring blankly out the window. He clicked his tongue and walked in: “President Tang, look at you, all melancholy and frustrated. If people saw this, wouldn’t they laugh?”
Tang Yu shot him a glare and snapped coldly: “Are you annoying?”
Huo Chendong sobered up, coughed lightly, and walked over to the desk, feigning concern. “Did you and Tang Xin have a fight? Or did you mistreat her? Otherwise, why would she say such things? From what I remember, she used to defend you.”
At the end of last year, during a gathering of the main creative team, Tang Yu and a certain female star had trended together. Of course, those news stories were all hype. At the dinner table, Huo Chendong had snickered: “Tang Yu, you sure attract romantic luck. Why do female stars always cling to you?”
He had said it quietly, purely joking around with Tang Yu. Coincidentally, Tang Xin had been sitting nearby and muttered under her breath: “You’re not much better. At least he’s involved in rumors. As for you… I won’t say anything, President Huo.”
Huo Chendong: “….”
How was that not saying anything?!
He glanced at Tang Yu, who casually glanced at Tang Xin and smirked: “She’s not wrong.”
Huo Chendong: “….”
Huo Chendong also recalled a dinner party where Tang Xin had blocked a few drinks for Tang Yu. The girl had a decent alcohol tolerance. After a few drinks, her face turned pinkish-white, and her gaze at Tang Yu was soft, tinged with a hint of shyness. Back then, she was still helping Tang Yu pursue Ming Zhu, so Huo Chendong had his suspicions but didn’t dwell on them.
Now that Ming Zhu was married and rumors about Tang Yu and Tang Xin were swirling around the company, he thought about it again and realized something was off.
That girl Tang Xin was probably in love with Tang Yu.
He didn’t know for how long.
But judging by the current situation, it seemed like… it was over.
Outside the window, night fell, and the sky grew dim. The city’s neon lights hadn’t fully lit up yet, casting a somewhat lonely atmosphere over the world.
Tang Yu’s gaze shifted away from the window. He shifted his long legs, and the office chair spun back around. He glanced at Huo Chendong: “Do you think I mistreated her?”
Huo Chendong raised an eyebrow, leaning on the desk and bending slightly to look at Tang Yu. Smiling, he said: “Did you reject her?”
Tang Yu: “….”
He remained silent for a long while, tacitly agreeing.
Huo Chendong clicked his tongue a few times, turned around, and leaned against the edge of the desk. Sighing, he said: “I told you earlier—you handled this poorly. If you had accepted her, none of this would’ve happened. But instead, you rejected her.”
“If I had accepted her, would that have been fair?”
Tang Yu frowned, unable to suppress his irritation. He pulled open the drawer, grabbed his car keys and phone, slung his suit jacket over his arm, and strode toward the door.
Huo Chendong glanced at the time—it was almost seven o’clock.
He followed Tang Yu, eyeing his back, which radiated frustration. Lazily smirking, he said: “I never expected Tang Xin to be so fierce, flipping attitudes like that. But is she really planning to collaborate with Lu Zhixing on the movie?”
Tang Yu paused briefly, said nothing, and continued walking.
Several people took the elevator to the underground parking lot. As Tang Yu and Huo Chendong stepped out of the elevator, they saw Tang Xin rummaging through her bag for her keys, exiting from another elevator. Everyone stopped in their tracks.
Tang Xin looked up at Tang Yu, momentarily stunned, then quickly put on a bright smile: “President Tang, President Huo.”
Tang Yu coldly eyed the faint dimple on her cheek, thinking how carefree she was, acting as if nothing had happened. His brow furrowed slightly, his hands shoved into his pockets as he strode forward with long, confident steps.
Huo Chendong was momentarily stunned, glancing at Tang Xin.
Tang Xin slowly drew her gaze away from Tang Yu’s tall figure, smiled faintly at Huo Chendong, and said: “I’m leaving too. Bye.”
Huo Chendong stood rooted in place, watching Tang Xin’s light-hearted silhouette disappear, then glanced at Tang Yu and clicked his tongue.
—Were these two at odds now?
This was going to be interesting.
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Just as Tang Yu got into his car, Tang Dingding called.
He glanced at the phone screen and ignored the call.
After fastening his seatbelt, he started the engine.
The phone rang again insistently.
Tang Yu rested his hand on the steering wheel, head slightly bowed. Just as Tang Xin’s white Macan drove past, he lazily raised his head, picked up the phone from the center console, and answered, his tone impatient: “What?”
Hearing his tone, Tang Dingding paused for a moment before cautiously asking, “Brother, I saw the trending topic… What’s going on between you and Tang Xin?” When she had seen the Weibo trending topic earlier, she realized Tang Xin was Sugarheart. She found herself increasingly confused about her brother’s relationship with Tang Xin.
Tang Yu pressed his tongue against his cheek, leaned back in the seat, shifted all his weight onto it, and steered the car out with one hand. The white Macan ahead moved slowly.
He stared emotionlessly at the back of her car. “What do you want to say?”
Tang Dingding whispered, “I’m guessing… did you not pay her enough? Or… should I go rip her off again?”
Tang Yu: “….”
When did his relationship with Tang Xin have anything to do with money?
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Author’s Note:
Little Miss Tang: Brother, did you not pay her enough??
Little Boss Tang (black face): …Maybe?
Little Rich Girl: Get lost! You can’t buy me with money!
…Father Lu’s entrance was strong. If you ask me who’s more handsome, Father Tang is more refined, while Father Lu is a bit rough around the edges. Either way, I love them both!
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