MTL - 35

When I get angry, even I’m scared of myself, Tang Yu. Don’t provoke me.

— The Diary of a Little Rich Girl

Gao Heng stood behind them, hearing those words and seeing the fury in Miss Tang’s eyes. He silently felt a pang of sympathy for Boss Tang.

What did he mean by “throwing money”?

Was it wrong to say I want to invest in your movie? Boss Tang was just being tsundere.

Tang Xin’s gaze at Tang Yu was so sharp it could practically shoot daggers. She bit her lip, anger bubbling inside her to the point she wanted to hit someone.

Tang Yu didn’t avoid her gaze but stared directly at her. After a moment, he surrendered first, lowering his voice: “Are you really this angry? Do you really not want me involved?”

Regardless, he had made up his mind. Even if she kicked him twice now, he was determined to have a hand in this project.

Lu Zhixing and Feng Cheng had parked on the other side and were watching from the entrance.

Feng Cheng didn’t pay much attention and simply called out: “Tang Xin.”

Tang Xin took a deep breath, resisting the urge to throw her bag at Tang Yu, turned around, and forced a smile: “Coming!”

Without sparing another glance at Tang Yu, she walked briskly toward them. The hem of her bright yellow dress swayed under the setting sun. Tang Yu’s gaze followed her slender figure, recalling how last summer she seemed to love wearing yellow tones—bright and radiant, complementing her fair skin almost blindingly.

He strode forward with his long legs, following behind her.

Lu Zhixing and Feng Cheng saw him approaching, exchanged a distant smile, and when he got closer, Lu Zhixing glanced at the unhidden emotions on Tang Xin’s face, then looked at Tang Yu, smiling: “Boss Tang is right on time.”

Tang Yu casually glanced at Tang Xin and smiled: “Let’s go upstairs first.”

Lu Zhixing: “Alright, let’s go, Sugarheart.”

Tang Xin hummed in response, bypassed Tang Yu, and moved to the right side of Lu Zhixing.

In an instant, there was a considerable distance between her and Tang Yu, who was farthest to the left.

Tang Yu’s brows slightly furrowed, subtly withdrawing his gaze as he calmly walked to the front.

After entering the private room, Tang Yu immediately asked the waiter to bring the menu to Tang Xin. She had been here a few times with him before. Normally, when they came to discuss contracts, people didn’t care much about what to eat, so he would always let her order.

Still simmering with anger, Tang Xin pushed the menu away as soon as the waiter brought it over, forcing a smile at Tang Yu: “I don’t know how to order. You decide, Boss Tang. I’m fine with anything.”

The atmosphere suddenly stiffened.

Both Feng Cheng and Old Yuan had a strong impression of Tang Xin. During their last gathering, she had enthusiastically taken charge of ordering, claiming she was the best at it. In the office, whenever they ordered work meals, Tang Xin was always proactive about choosing dishes. She rarely compromised when it came to food, unlike some people who would say “anything is fine” or “whatever.”

“Anything is fine,” “Whatever”—these phrases were broad and often led to unexpected disappointments. Random choices would sometimes result in dissatisfaction, and men dreaded when women said “anything is fine.”

Tang Xin rarely said things like “anything is fine” or “whatever.”

She would carefully compare menus, select her favorite dishes, and pair them with a glass of juice or pudding. She’d say that staring at a computer all day required vitamin replenishment, or else she’d age prematurely. This habit influenced several girls in the office, and even the guys now compared options whenever they ordered meals.

But now, she said she didn’t know how to order.

Both Feng Cheng and Old Yuan were sharp individuals, nearly forty years old. How could they not sense something amiss? Clearly, this girl and Boss Tang weren’t getting along.

Sometimes, when Tang Yu was busy, he also treated food casually. Occasionally, when Tang Xin went to his office to mooch off his overtime meal box, his meal would be more elaborate than usual, including an extra glass of juice. And that glass of juice had to be finished.

Otherwise, the girl would sit on the carpet, turn her face to the side, and sneer disdainfully: “Boss Tang, I think this behavior of yours is wasteful.”

Tang Yu didn’t particularly enjoy drinking juice, especially after meals. A sweet, sticky glass could make him feel sugary all night.

Tang Yu: “Then help me drink it.”

Tang Xin: “Boss Tang, I think this behavior of yours is wasteful.”

Tang Yu: “Whoever orders it drinks it.”

Tang Xin: “Boss Tang, I think this behavior of yours is wasteful.”

Tang Yu: “… “

Looking at the girl who sounded like a broken record, he picked up the juice and drank it all in one gulp.

Only then did she turn around, smiling brightly at him, clapping her hands.

Tang Yu: “… “

He couldn’t help but laugh. What a childish ghost.

…

Tang Yu looked at her cold expression and suddenly felt a bit helpless. Lu Zhixing’s lips curved into a faint smile as he leaned forward and took the menu: “I’ll order.”

Feng Cheng glanced at Tang Xin, whose enthusiasm seemed low, then looked at Lu Zhixing.

Hiss—he couldn’t shake the feeling that this guy saw through everything.

Tang Yu and Lu Zhixing shared a common trait—they both loved making movies and were deeply passionate about the industry. When discussing collaborations, they were straightforward, never wasting words. Tang Yu’s purpose was clear: he wanted to invest and bring the project under Shiguang Pictures. Looking at Lu Zhixing, he smiled faintly: “Besides that, nothing else will change—your team, your crew, the actors you want to use—I won’t interfere.”

Simply put, he was only providing funding and wouldn’t meddle in any way.

After saying this, he seemingly casually glanced at Tang Xin, who had been keeping her head down and eating, acting as if none of this concerned her.

Tang Yu felt a bit stifled, his brows furrowing slightly, and a flicker of emotion passed through his eyes.

After listening, Lu Zhixing leaned back in his chair and smiled: “Boss Tang’s offer is very generous. However, the script adaptation has just begun. Are you sure you don’t need to observe and research further? This movie will actually cost quite a bit; some special effects are difficult to execute.”

Tang Yu similarly leaned back in his chair, his hand resting on the armrest, his posture relaxed. The only difference was that his shirt was still buttoned up to the top, exuding an air of fatal rigor and restraint despite his casual demeanor.

Tang Xin glanced at him, her gaze lingering on his long neck. Tang Yu seemed to have been paying attention to her all along, his eyes abruptly turning toward her.

Their eyes met, and she curved her brows into a smile.

A carefree look.

Tang Yu stared at her for a second before withdrawing his gaze. “Shiguang Cinemas will also prioritize screenings for the film.”

Feng Cheng and Old Yuan instantly widened their eyes: Holy crap!

Priority screenings???

Every time a movie was released, securing screening slots was such a hassle—it was practically like going to war. One reason why Shiguang Pictures’ films performed well at the box office was that they had their own cinema chain, which prioritized screenings. Not to mention the abundance of showtimes.

Not only Feng Cheng and Old Yuan, but even Lu Zhixing was somewhat taken aback.

Tang Xin’s heart started pounding wildly. She suddenly lifted her head and stared intently at Tang Yu, locking eyes with his deep gaze. Her heartbeat skipped half a beat, and some of her earlier anger dissipated, replaced by confusion.

She didn’t dare to delve deeper into her thoughts.

Nor did she want to.

Regardless of the reason, Tang Yu’s actions hurt her more than they surprised her.

So…

Her heart fluttered for three seconds, and she was pleasantly surprised for five seconds.

She reined in her emotions, slowly lowering her head and remaining silent as she looked at Lu Zhixing.

With such generous terms, she assumed Lu Zhixing would surely nod in agreement. But instead, he glanced at her, lazily curving his lips into a smirk: “Boss Tang is indeed generous, but I still need to consider this. I can’t give you an immediate answer.” He paused and continued with a smile: “Honestly, Huachen has also approached me. Their terms aren’t bad either.”

Huachen had outperformed Shiguang last year.

Tang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression unchanged as he calmly said: “Is that so? No matter how good Huachen’s terms are, they can’t compete with what I’m offering. Director Lu, you might want to consider it.”

Feng Cheng’s eyes lit up as he glanced at Lu Zhixing.

Huachen? How had he not heard about this?

Lu Zhixing smiled: “Alright, I’ll give it serious thought.”

Tang Xin was momentarily stunned as she looked at Lu Zhixing. She didn’t know if Huachen had truly contacted him, but at that moment, she felt grateful to him. She had scolded Tang Yu downstairs earlier, and if Lu Zhixing had agreed right away, it would have been like slapping her in the face.

Thus, at that moment, Tang Xin was especially grateful to Lu Zhixing. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him.

Tang Yu noticed this, frowned slightly, and felt a pang of unease in his heart.

The collaboration wasn’t finalized, and no alcohol was consumed. Tang Yu had Gao Heng settle the bill, and the group walked out of the private room together.

As they left, Tang Xin still walked beside Lu Zhixing, while Tang Yu trailed behind, his brows deeply furrowed, his entire aura icy. Gao Heng quietly adjusted his glasses as he walked behind them.

Tang Xin wanted to thank Lu Zhixing but felt it would sound too sentimental. She also worried that if she actively thanked him, it might come across as strange, especially if he was only considering the movie.

Lu Zhixing maintained his laid-back attitude, smiling as he looked at her at the entrance: “See you at the company tomorrow.”

Tang Xin nodded and smiled: “Okay, bye.”

She cheerfully waved at everyone, deliberately avoiding Tang Yu’s gaze, then turned and walked away.

After a few steps, she suddenly remembered—her car was parked next to Tang Yu’s.

At that thought, she quickened her pace. Unfortunately, Tang Yu, being tall and long-legged, effortlessly caught up with her just as she was about to open the car door. He called out: “Tang Xin.”

Tang Xin acted as if she hadn’t heard and opened the car door, ready to get in.

Tang Yu seemed to grit his teeth, his face cold as he stepped forward and grabbed her arm. The sensation was the same as before—smooth and slightly cool, perhaps due to the air conditioning in the private room.

Tang Xin struggled forcefully but couldn’t break free. She turned and swung her bag at his hand.

Her bag was hard, and Tang Yu hissed softly in pain. He did release her, but only to firmly press against the car door, preventing her from closing it.

Tang Xin pulled several times, but the door didn’t budge.

… Was this man really this strong?

When she turned to glare at him, she realized her entire body was trapped between the car door and him. They were pressed close together; her arm brushed against his firm chest, grazing his shirt.

His clean, masculine scent enveloped her.

For a brief moment, Tang Xin fell silent. Her lashes cast a shadow beneath her eyes, her expression soft and docile.

Tang Yu looked down at her, his features calm, but his tone softened slightly: “Can’t we talk properly for a moment?”

Tang Xin suddenly flashed a sweet smile, her red lips and white teeth contrasting beautifully, her dimples appearing especially carefree: “Boss Tang, if you don’t let go, I’ll call for help.”

Tang Yu’s face darkened: “… “

He pressed his lips tightly together, his deep gaze lingering on her dimples. Slowly, he released his grip on the car door. Just as his hand was about to cup her chin, a sudden brightness interrupted them—a car with its high beams on pulled up beside them, and its horn honked abruptly—

Breaking the moment.

Tang Yu squinted, and both he and Tang Xin turned their heads simultaneously.

Lu Zhixing’s car had driven over. He rested his hand on the steering wheel, lowered the window, and glanced at them, smiling: “Do you two still have something to discuss?”

Tang Xin snapped out of it, quickly smiled, and shook her head: “No, I’m heading back now.”

With that, she tossed her bag into the passenger seat, bent her body nimbly, and slid into the driver’s seat.

Bang—

She slammed the door shut.

Tang Yu squinted at Lu Zhixing, and after a moment, his lips curved faintly into a smile as he took a step back.

Gao Heng quietly opened the nearby car door: “Boss Tang, please get in.”

Tang Yu composed himself, turned, and sat in the car. He glanced out the window, his expression less than pleasant.

Tang Xin swiftly reversed her car out, her driving skills surprisingly smooth.

“Director Lu, see you at the company!”

“Take a day off tomorrow,” Lu Zhixing declared, giving Tang Xin a break.

Tang Xin held the steering wheel, glanced at him, and blinked: “Huh?”

Lu Zhixing lazily smiled: “Everyone gets a day off. Go home.” With that, he drove off.

Tang Xin snapped out of it, happily accepting the news, her mood lifting slightly as she drove away.

In the car, Feng Cheng couldn’t help but ask: “Are Huachen’s terms really better than Shiguang’s?”

Lu Zhixing drove, glancing at him: “You’re overthinking. Which film company or investor would offer the terms Tang Yu just proposed?”

Feng Cheng looked at him: “Then why didn’t you agree? Negotiating power?”

“No, I just feel Tang Xin doesn’t want to collaborate with Tang Yu.”

Feng Cheng eyed him suspiciously: “Don’t tell me you’ve taken a liking to Tang Xin?”

Lu Zhixing chuckled: “You’re overthinking. The movie isn’t short on investors. There’s no need to pressure a girl into signing this contract. I’ll ask Tang Xin what she thinks later.”

Feng Cheng frowned: “You…”

Was this literary pride? Not exactly.

He was just living too casually.

…

After the two cars drove off one after the other, Tang Yu finally instructed the driver impassively: “Drive.”

Gao Heng sat in the front passenger seat, cautiously glancing back. Even in the dim light of the car, he could still sense Boss Tang’s displeased expression. After some thought, he dared to ask: “Boss Tang, are you alright?”

Tang Yu leaned back in his seat, glanced at him: “What do you think?”

Gao Heng coughed softly and turned back.

He thought… Boss Tang was extremely angry.

…

The next morning, Tang Xin drove to You Huan’s studio early. There were no customers in the morning, and in the afternoon, bored, she took a picture of Flower Roll lounging on the display counter and posted it on Weibo. Not long after, her WeChat rang.

Little Lamb: “You’re at the shop, right? I’m so bored. Can I come over and hang out?”

Little Lamb was coming? Tang Xin immediately perked up and quickly replied: “Sure, come over!”

Tang Ting inwardly snorted, knowing Tang Xin wanted to fleece her. She glanced at Flower Roll’s noble and lazy photo, gritted her teeth, grabbed her car keys, and headed out.

When Tang Ting arrived, Tang Xin had just ordered afternoon tea and was sitting behind the reception desk drinking juice. Seeing her, Tang Xin waved her over and placed a glass of juice on the table, smiling brightly: “I ordered one for you. It’s chilled and refreshing.”

Tang Ting happily walked over, placed her bag on the table, held the juice cup with both hands, and took a sip through the straw: “Delicious!”

You Huan smiled, tidied up the trash on the table, and carried it to the entrance to throw away. Just as she reached the doorway, she saw a Land Rover pull up and stop directly in front of the shop.

There were customers.

She stood by the entrance, ready to greet them. A young man with a tall, handsome figure stepped out of the driver’s seat.

And… he looked familiar.

You Huan tilted her face slightly, suddenly remembering.

Damn man, wasn’t this Huo Chendong?

Immediately after, a woman wearing sunglasses and a mask emerged from the passenger seat.

You Huan inwardly sneered, tossed the trash into the bin at the entrance, dusted her hands, and sauntered back inside, leaving a tall, elegant silhouette for Huo Chendong and the woman. Huo Chendong was momentarily stunned, turned to the woman, and uncertainly asked: “Is this the studio your friend recommended?”

“Yes!” The woman happily looked at him. “Let’s go in and take a look.”

Huo Chendong frowned. Was this shop’s service this bad? Seeing customers arrive, they just turned and walked away?

You Huan walked in, patted Tang Ting’s shoulder, signaling her to turn around.

Tang Ting, biting the straw, turned her head and immediately spotted Huo Chendong accompanying a tall, slender woman into the shop. As soon as the woman entered, she removed her sunglasses and mask, revealing a delicate and beautiful face. It was unmistakably the little starlet who had appeared on entertainment news with him recently.

Tang Ting’s face instantly turned pale as she bit down hard on the straw.

Huo Chendong was also startled to see Tang Ting and Tang Xin.

Tang Xin narrowed her eyes slightly, stood up, and leaned over to whisper in Tang Ting’s ear: “Little Lamb, go ahead—fleece him!”

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Author’s Note:

Little Rich Girl: Go, fleece him! Don’t hold back!

Little Lamb clenches her fists, eyes blazing: Got it!

Little Rich Girl is leading the entire Tang family astray, not sparing even innocent Little Lamb! Onward to unify the Tang empire~