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Does Tang Yu think he can bribe me with money? I will definitely not give in.
I have money and sincerity, but you only have money.
— The Diary of a Little Rich Girl
Tang Xin sat on the carpet, staring at the three red envelopes on her phone screen, completely baffled about what Tang Yu was trying to do. Ever since she had removed the chat from being pinned, it had remained buried at the bottom.
Just ten minutes ago, while half-heartedly flipping through channels looking for variety shows and eating fruit salad, that submerged chat box suddenly popped up.
She almost clicked to receive it.
Fortunately, she stopped herself just in time.
Finally, she sent a question mark. She wanted to know what he was up to.
To her surprise, Tang Yu sent another red envelope. Tang Xin blinked.
…Could his account have been hacked?
Tang Yu lounged on the sofa, legs sprawled out wide, holding his phone in his right hand resting on his leg. His posture was somewhat lazy, but his expression grew increasingly tense because Tang Xin wasn’t accepting the red envelopes or replying to anything.
He frowned. Didn’t she love receiving red envelopes? Wasn’t she happy when she received them? Why wasn’t she accepting them now?
After a while, he started typing.
Tang Xin stared at the “the other party is typing...” above the chat box. Just as she thought nothing would appear again, her phone beeped.
Tang Yu: “Why aren’t you accepting?”
Tang Xin: “...”
Why should she accept?
He had never sent her red envelopes before. Now that things were like this between them, why was he suddenly sending them?
Did he feel sorry for her? Or guilty?
Whatever it was, Tang Xin didn’t want to deal with him. What did he take her for?
Fuming, she quickly sent a few emojis and then tossed her phone into the sofa, burying it under a cushion—out of sight, out of mind!
Little Rich Girl: [Pig Head][Beat Up][Smile][Goodbye]!
Tang Yu: “...”
Tang Yu had never been so bluntly rejected before. He could even imagine her expression right now. She must be stubbornly showing him the back of her head, unwilling to acknowledge him easily.
She probably wouldn’t even turn her head to look at him.
He stared at those emojis for a long time, then leaned back on the sofa, frowning at the ceiling for a while. He rubbed his temples with his hand and didn’t send any more messages. Even if he did, she wouldn’t respond.
At least everything was clear now—
The boyfriend without a face in the drawing was him.
The one called a pig head was also him.
It was all him.
Tang Xin curled up on the carpet and watched variety shows for half the night. After laughing enough, she reached for her phone from the sofa and opened WeChat. Tang Yu hadn’t sent anything else, and other group messages had pushed his chat box down.
She pursed her lips and sighed.
Love really made one sentimental. When he paid attention to her, she was unhappy; when he ignored her, she was even unhappier.
Even if she spent the entire day happily occupied, as soon as she devoted one second to him, he dominated all her emotions, bringing her down instantly.
She hated herself like this.
…
The next day, Tang Xin went and bought herself a bag, still feeling unhappy.
Early the third morning, she drove directly to You Huan’s studio without even calling ahead.
You Huan had just opened the shop door when the sound of a car engine came from behind. Tang Xin’s Macan drove straight over and screeched to a halt outside her studio. The car door opened, and the millionaire with her new bag worth tens of thousands stepped out, leaning casually against the car door. She took off her sunglasses with a radiant smile: “Hello, Sister Huan, I’m here to help you watch the shop! Are you happy to see me?!”
You Huan: “...”
This air of someone ready to fleece others was far too coppery.
Who knew which lamb would be unlucky today.
She leaned against the glass door, flirtatiously flicking her slightly curled long hair, and smiled seductively: “Of course, welcome.”
Tang Xin happily turned around, picked up Juanhua, slammed the car door shut, and pouted: “I haven’t had breakfast yet.”
You Huan turned her back to her and waved her hand: “Order takeout yourself. You didn’t even call to let me know you were coming.”
“Alright.” Tang Xin pulled out her phone to order takeout, then glanced around the shop. “Why hasn’t Qu Wei come recently? It feels like I haven’t seen her in a long time. And your little shop assistant?”
Tang Xin was referring to You Huan’s partner, Qu Wei. You Huan tossed her bag onto the workbench and bent down to sort papers: “Previously, there were family matters. These days she went abroad for a dress order. She’ll probably return after May Day.” She paused and sighed, “The little shop assistant quit. I haven’t found a replacement yet.”
Tang Xin made an “oh” sound, muttering: “With your and Qu Wei’s nitpicking requirements, finding someone must be difficult.”
“My requirements are high? Not really.” You Huan chuckled. “They need to be quick-witted, bold, and not shy. They shouldn’t be scared off by a glance from some rich girl and fail to make a sale. Otherwise, how can my studio continue?”
Tang Xin smiled sweetly: “The salary is too low. Otherwise, I’d apply.”
You Huan snorted: “Forget it. I can’t afford you. Future big-name screenwriter.”
“Hahahaha!”
“...”
Tang Xin ordered a bunch of Cantonese breakfasts. Several boxes filled the front desk. You Huan glanced at them: “Are you giving up on maintaining your figure and beauty? Eating so much, aren’t you afraid of becoming fat?”
Tang Xin stuffed a shrimp dumpling in her mouth, mumbling: “I’m heartbroken. It’s okay to eat a bit more.”
You Huan leaned against the front desk, looked down at her, and raised an eyebrow: “Do you want Big Sister to take you out and find you a few pretty boys?”
“Are they better-looking than Tang Yu?”
You Huan rolled her eyes: “No, except for being whiter than Tang Yu, they’re still two or three points worse.”
Tang Yu’s physique and looks were top-notch, not to mention he was a billionaire CEO. How easy was that to find? If she really knew such men, she would have gone for them already.
Tang Xin poked at the shrimp dumpling and huffed: “Then I won’t go. I might as well stay in the shop and fleece lambs.”
You Huan poked her forehead with her index finger: “So useless.”
Tang Xin wasn’t upset. After eating her fill, she idly wandered around the shop. Half a day passed without a single lamb arriving. Bored in the afternoon, she used You Huan’s computer to draw the advertisements on Weibo and held a lottery. As soon as she finished, her WeChat rang.
Tang Ting sent a starry-eyed emoji: “Sugarheart, where are you now? Do you have time?”
Tang Xin’s eyes lit up. Seeing Tang Ting was like seeing a lamb. She quickly replied: “I’m at You Huan’s studio. Are you coming?”
Tang Ting: “...”
Why did she feel that this message had ulterior motives?
Tang Xin definitely wanted to fleece her again!
Tang Ting steadied herself and replied: “I bought some of your books to give away, but none of them have signatures. Can I bring them over for you to sign?”
Originally, the editor wanted Tang Xin to get some signed copies, but the books sold too fast, and she didn’t have time to sign them. Tang Xin was lazy, so the matter was dropped. She stroked Juanhua on her knees, smiling slyly, staring at her phone as she typed: “Then come over. I’ll sign them. No problem signing however many.”
You Huan glanced over and, seeing her grin, couldn’t help but ask: “Why are you grinning like that?”
“Little lamb Ting Ting is coming!”
Tang Xin threw Juanhua aside and excitedly stood up. As soon as Juanhua jumped off, he directly scampered onto the display stand.
“...Who?”
“Tang Ting.”
You Huan: “...”
Only then did she remember that Tang Ting was the Maserati young lady who had been fleeced twice by Tang Xin—Tang Yu’s sister.
Well, the brother’s debt repaid by the sister.
Probably destined karma.
Tang Xin flexed her fists and stood up. After waiting nearly an hour, Tang Ting’s red Maserati finally pulled up outside. She cheerfully went out to greet her.
This time, Tang Ting came alone. She got out of the car and glanced at her, smiling brightly: “Sugarheart.”
After greeting, she turned around and carried a stack of brand-new copies of Making a Dream for You .
Seeing more books in the car, Tang Xin was startled and quickly went over to help, moved: “Young Miss, how many copies did you buy?”
“Here, just thirty-five.” Tang Ting turned to her with the books. “I didn’t notice before, and I accidentally bought too many when I placed the order. I’ll give one to friends and classmates I’m close with.”
“...Thank you.”
If Tang Ting really was her fan, she must be the number one fan, giving her so much support.
Tang Xin carried another stack of books and turned to look at her, suddenly asking: “Have you read it?”
Tang Ting briskly walked into the shop, not looking back: “Yes, I read it on the website when you and my brother were trending on hot search. It was good. Anyway, I liked it.” She placed the books on the coffee table, smoothed her hair, and turned to Tang Xin, “I think it’s a pity it was kept at Shiguang for four years and not filmed.”
Tang Xin smiled faintly: “Not really. It’s good that it’s signed to Director Lu now.”
Tang Ting thought for a moment and sighed: “True. My brother doesn’t really like this type of book, so that’s why it was left unmade for so long.”
...Are you here to stab my heart?
Tang Xin glanced at her, piled the books on the coffee table, and sat directly on the carpet, opening a book: “What to write?”
Tang Ting sat opposite her, “Anything. Write whatever you want.”
Tang Xin tapped the pen on the title page, slowly writing a few blessings and even tried to persuade Tang Ting, “Do you want to check out some clothes? Sister Huan has released many new items. I’ll keep signing while you take a look?”
Tang Ting: “...I’m not looking today.”
Never going to fleece her!
Tang Xin: “...”
So alert? Alright, spared once for buying the books.
After signing a few, Tang Ting took them to take photos, even snapping a picture of Tang Xin signing with her head bowed. However, she blurred Tang Xin’s face and posted it on her social media: Who wants it? Sugarheart’s special signature. Raise your hands if interested.
Many people raised their hands saying they wanted it.
She scrolled through and saw that Huo Chendong had replied.
He even sent her a message: “You’re with Sugarheart? When did you meet her?”
Tang Ting replied: “Mmhmm, I came to the shop to find her. We met at the shop.”
...
Shiguang Pictures office.
“Shop?” Huo Chendong sat opposite Tang Yu, frowning, “Does Tang Xin own a shop?”
“What?” Tang Yu looked up from his documents, glancing at him, signaling him to continue.
Huo Chendong directly put his phone in front of him, tilting his chin: “Look yourself. Ting Ting said she went to the shop to find Little Sugarheart and posted on her social media about getting signed books. Since when did Tang Xin open a shop? How did I not know?”
Tang Yu glanced down, then flipped through Tang Ting’s social media posts. Seeing a photo of Tang Xin signing, he paused, pushed the phone back to Huo Chendong, and picked up his own phone, “Her friend’s shop, a small clothing studio.”
He directly called Tang Ting.
Tang Ting was scrolling through her social media when she received the call, surprised, she quickly answered: “Brother, what’s up?”
Hearing this, Tang Xin abruptly looked up at Tang Ting.
Tang Yu leaned back in his chair, hand resting on the armrest, his posture relaxed, carelessly saying: “Have her sign one for me.”
He just wanted to see what she would write for him now.
“Ah?” Tang Ting was surprised, “Oh, okay. Didn’t you say you had one last time?”
She remembered he said he had one last time.
“Old one, different.”
“Okay!”
After hanging up, Tang Ting smiled sweetly at Tang Xin, “My brother said to have you sign one for him too.”
Tang Xin, who had been eavesdropping intently: “...”
Her heart trembled. She lowered her eyes to the blank title page. Did Tang Yu read that book? That’s why he sent her red envelopes last night and now wanted a signed copy?
He must have read it.
Seeing her stunned, Tang Ting was puzzled: “What’s wrong?”
Tang Xin snapped back to reality, beaming: “Nothing. Mr. Tang wants one? No problem. I’ll sign it.”
Gritting her teeth, she furiously sketched a large pig head on the title page, shoved it to Tang Ting, tilted her head, and smiled: “There! Take it back to him!”
Tang Ting: “...”
She stared, dumbfounded, at the huge pig head.
Author’s Note: Little Boss Tang: The boyfriend without a face and the pig head are both me.
Tang·Rebellious·Xin: The shameless one is also you, smiling.jpg.
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