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What if someone is a liar? Sometimes, adults need lies to mask themselves.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t survive.
— The Diary of a Little Rich Girl
During this period, Tang Yu recalled the past. He had unconsciously allowed Tang Xin to invade his life and work freely. The signed book she gave him contained secrets; she had been by his side for over a year, secretly loving him for more than that, perhaps even longer.
Tang Yu felt that if someone truly liked another person, they couldn’t detach so quickly and cleanly.
Did Tang Xin really treat him like a piece of Monk Tang’s flesh, taking a bite, wiping her mouth, and leaving?
Wasn’t that akin to getting out of bed and walking away after intimacy?
Tang Yu frowned at her, unconsciously adding more force with his hand. Tang Xin winced in pain, came back to her senses, glanced at her captured wrist, then looked up at him, sweetly smiling: “If I don’t leave, what am I supposed to do here? Continue clinging to you?”
Tang Yu stared at her smiling face without speaking, furrowing his brows deeper. After a while, he softly said: “I just mentioned that you can return after finishing that project, no need to resign.” He paused, “In the future, there will be projects suitable for you, projects you’re interested in and want to do.”
There will be?
Tang Xin gazed at him, her heartbeat skipping half a beat.
After a moment, she tugged at her wrist.
Tang Yu loosened his grip slightly but still didn’t let go.
Tang Xin grew somewhat annoyed, not understanding what his actions meant. Was he used to having her around? Did he suddenly feel reluctant to see her gone? What did he take her for?!
She glared at him fiercely: “Let go.” She paused for a second, “It hurts.”
Tang Yu hesitated for a moment and indeed released her.
Once freed, Tang Xin quickly retreated two steps, fearing being caught again. She tilted her chin upward: “You refused me, so isn’t it good that I stay far away?” She smirked mockingly at him, “Or do you prefer clingy types?”
Tang Yu frowned, displeased: “Don’t put labels on me.”
Tang Xin’s heart stirred, with a hint of anticipation in her eyes: “Then what does your current behavior mean?”
The air conditioning in the office was too low. Tang Xin dressed lightly, and after staying inside for a while, she felt cold. Goosebumps appeared on her snow-white arms, and she couldn’t help but rub them.
Tang Yu noticed this and subtly straightened up, walked to the window, and opened it. Warm air rushed in, slowly filling the room.
Tang Xin watched his actions, momentarily frozen.
Tang Yu stood calmly by the window for three seconds, then turned and approached her, looking down at her with a scrutinizing and displeased gaze: “I don’t like clinginess, but are your feelings of liking and disliking coming and going too fast? What exactly do you like about me?”
Had the things that attracted her disappeared? That’s why she could detach so easily.
Tang Xin widened her eyes, not understanding why Tang Yu would ask such a question, but his words hit her sore spot. Her rebellious nature surged, and she smiled brightly at him: “I’ve said it before; you look good, worth billions, what else is there to like? Of course, it’s your face, body, and money!” She successfully saw his face turn very unpleasant, feeling a sudden sense of relief, “Liking you is easy, disliking you is also easy because there are many handsome and wealthy men.”
Tang Yu shoved his hands into his pockets, clenched them, and asked through gritted teeth: “Is that really all?”
Not liking him as a person, or enjoying being with him?
Tang Xin blinked: “Then what?”
What twisted love view is this.
Tang Yu remembered her confession last time, when she immediately asked if he thought she was pretty. So… in this girl’s eyes, was the foundation of romantic relationships based on appearance and money?
If one day, he went bankrupt, would she stop liking him?
Although this possibility was almost impossible, Tang Yu still couldn’t accept her casual and distorted view of love. Frowning, he asked: “Then what about the words written in the book you gave me? Don’t they mean you like me?”
Mentioning the past, Tang Xin suddenly felt a bit wronged. She lowered her head: “When you added me on WeChat, I thought you were interested in me, wanted to pursue me…” But later, when he mentioned Ming Zhu, she abruptly realized he didn’t like her. It felt like a bucket of cold water poured over her head.
“I didn’t want to help you chase Ming Zhu, so I gave you the book. If you had read it then, you would have understood.”
But he hadn’t read it.
Seeing her like this, Tang Yu inexplicably softened inside, lowering his voice: “Since you liked me for over a year, can you really beat the pig’s head goodbye in five days?”
Her liking him wasn’t just over a year; it was four years, love at first sight.
Falling in love with him took just one glance.
One second.
But these words, she probably would never tell him.
Tang Xin looked up at him, smiling and asking: “Isn’t five days long enough? It took five days to like you, and forgetting should only take five days.”
Tang Yu: “...”
Long my ass!
Tang Xin looked at his terrifyingly calm expression, and surprisingly, she wasn’t panicked inside. She smiled faintly, “I could have sent the resignation letter to your email or handed it to HR. I just wanted to say goodbye properly.”
Tang Yu was stung by her words of formal farewell, slightly turning his face, deeply inhaling.
Tang Xin waited a few seconds, not receiving any response from him, waved her hand, and turned to leave.
Tang Yu stepped forward with his long legs, turned a step, blocking her path, looking down at her with deep meaning in his eyes: “Monk Tang’s flesh… after biting it once, you really won’t miss it?”
Tang Xin: “...”
That was a kiss, alright? Don’t belittle her kissing skills.
Tang Xin’s ears reddened slightly, a subtle feeling rising inside her. She tilted her chin upward: “No missing it.”
“Only liking my face and money?”
“Liking me took five days, disliking also takes five days?”
“Yes…”
The two stared at each other, one asking, one answering. Every word Tang Xin spoke was like a fire, making Tang Yu angrier. He squinted his eyes: “Really dislike everything else?”
Tang Xin stubbornly looked at him, stiffly saying: “Dislike.”
Tang Yu looked at the girl whose every hair seemed full of stubbornness and defiance, sneered: “Not lying?”
Tang Xin stiffly replied: “No lie.”
In fact, she felt like a liar now.
The kind who pretends to be strong.
Suddenly, her phone rang in her bag. She pursed her lips, looked at Tang Yu, forced a smile: “I’ll go first, bye.”
She turned, fished her phone out of her bag—it was Han Xiaoxiao calling.
Her steps were light. This time, Tang Yu didn’t call her back, watching her walk out of the office.
As soon as Tang Xin walked out of Tang Yu’s office, she felt cold again. She rubbed her hands together and said into the phone: “I’m at the company, resigning… Hmm, I’ll come down and meet you.”
…
Just as she went downstairs, Huo Chendong knocked on Tang Yu’s office door.
Tang Yu sat emotionlessly in his office chair, coldly glancing at him. Huo Chendong swaggered in, spotted the resignation letter on the desk, picked it up, and glanced at it: “Little Sugarheart just came here to give the resignation letter?”
Tang Yu wrinkled his brow, nonchalantly grunting.
Huo Chendong clicked his tongue, just about to open it, when someone leaned over and snatched it away.
Huo Chendong: “...”
He awkwardly raised his hands: “Fine, don’t look. Just a resignation letter.”
“She really resigned?”
“Yeah.”
Tang Yu slightly lowered his head, frowning as he opened the resignation letter. He wondered if she would draw another pig’s head on it. Impatiently, he pulled out the paper. The resignation letter was printed neatly, nothing out of place.
He suddenly felt a bit disappointed, crumpled the paper into a ball, along with the envelope, and threw it into the trash bin decisively.
Huo Chendong observed his demeanor, finding it quite unusual. He tentatively spoke: “Brother, I think something’s off with you now. Just tell me one thing—are you in love?”
Having someone so beautiful and cute by your side for so long, who wouldn’t fall for her?
Even though Tang Yu was a bit peculiar, he was still human. Huo Chendong couldn’t believe that with everything going on, he still wouldn’t admit it.
The office chair spun halfway, Tang Yu’s profile facing Huo Chendong, his lips tightly pressed, his expression cold.
Just as Huo Chendong thought he wouldn’t answer, Tang Yu casually spoke.
“It’s liking, but it’s irritating.”
Huo Chendong: “...”
Liking irritates—is what kind of liking?
He coughed, asking: “How so irritating?”
Tang Yu indifferently said: “Wanting to pinch her dimples so she can’t smile.”
Huo Chendong: “...”
Severe illness.
…
After resigning, Tang Xin sulked at home for two or three days, finally couldn’t resist calling You Huan: “I’ve resigned! When do you have time? Let’s go out and have fun.”
You Huan sensed it—she was feeling down. She glanced at her workload, calculated the time, and smiled: “How about tomorrow night?”
“Alright,” Tang Xin happily said, “Then tomorrow night, let’s go to the bar!”
It’s been a long time since she last went.
“OK, whatever you say.”
“What if I invite Tang Ting? Remember last time, I said I’d treat her to dinner. She bought a lot of my books.”
You Huan smiled: “No problem, invite more people; the more, the merrier.”
After hanging up, Tang Xin messaged Tang Ting on WeChat. At that time, Tang Ting was still fussing over that Weibo lottery. Because a thousand copies were too much, she got a headache from it.
Finally, overwhelmed, she begged Huo Chendong to help her.
Huo Chendong directly took her Weibo account and handed it over to the staff.
He mercilessly criticized her stupidity: “A thousand copies, are you exporting addresses one by one and placing orders individually? Even if you worked until your hands cramped, you wouldn’t finish. Why not compile the addresses into a document and send it to the bookstore for direct delivery? Just spend a little more money.”
This made her both angry and aggrieved, so she ignored him completely.
She was sulking when Tang Xin sent an invitation.
Tang Xin waited for a while, and Tang Ting replied: “Sure! I’m so annoyed right now!!!”
Tang Xin was surprised. This young lady seemed carefree, happy enough just spending money every day, yet she was annoyed? Curiously, she replied: “Young Miss, what’s bothering you?”
Tang Ting: “Just annoyed.”
Tang Xin: “...”
Alright, if the young lady doesn’t want to talk about it, she doesn’t have to. Everyone has their worries.
That evening, Tang Xin deliberately wore a cropped top. Although she didn’t have abs, her waist remained slender and soft, paired with long, straight legs, attracting high回头率 on the streets.
The three first met at a restaurant.
Tang Ting arrived earliest, sitting in the private room scrolling through her phone. When Tang Xin walked in, she glanced up at her, then angrily looked down again.
Tang Xin: “...”
She was a bit baffled. She hadn’t fleeced her, so why was she angry?
She walked behind her, glanced at her phone screen from behind. Tang Ting’s phone screen was large, and she instantly saw the headline “Shiguang Pictures Vice President Huo Chendong Goes Out with New Lover” accompanied by photos.
Tang Ting pushed her phone aside, out of sight.
Tang Xin sat in front of her, blinking: “Little lamb, do you like Mr. Huo?”
Tang Ting didn’t even hear what she called her, frowning: “Who likes him? I just can’t stand him.”
Tang Xin thought for a moment, advising: “It’s good you don’t like him. Mr. Huo… is too flirtatious. He changes girlfriends frequently, appearing three times a month on smaller pages. His romantic affairs are endless.”
“I know he’s flirtatious, and he wouldn’t like me either…” Tang Ting pursed her lips, frowning, “My brother forbids him from touching me.”
“Oh…” How did it come back to Tang Yu again? But Tang Xin was still curious, “Really?”
Tang Ting pouted: “Yeah, if he dares to touch me, my brother will break his leg—the middle one. He said this in front of both Huo and me.”
Tang Xin: “...”
Is Tang Yu this ruthless?
Author’s Note: Here comes the plotline! Little Lamb Ting Ting’s romance—on the rise.