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I’m 25 years old, not 17. My world isn’t that simple or kind-hearted—it’s much more colorful.
Without love, I can still live; it’s just that there’ll be a bit more regret.
— The Diary of a Little Rich Girl
Tang Ting stared blankly at Huo Chendong while biting her straw, then glanced at the little starlet beside him. She remembered this starlet’s name was Zhao Feiyu, a recent graduate from the Film Academy who had gained popularity playing a supporting role in a TV drama.
Now, she was filming another supporting role in a movie funded by Shiguang Pictures. Tang Ting wondered if Huo Chendong had pulled strings to get her into the production.
Tang Ting was young and didn’t hide her emotions well. Her sadness and shock were clearly written on her face, making her look pitiful. When Huo Chendong’s gaze landed on her, he suddenly regretted coming here.
The next moment, the girl’s eyes suddenly brightened, and a fierce glint appeared in them. Even her hands clutching the juice cup tightened.
Huo Chendong felt an inexplicable chill run down his spine. He looked at her, smiling awkwardly: “Tingting… what a coincidence. I didn’t expect the clothing studio your brother mentioned to be here.” He glanced at Tang Xin, who was smiling somewhat insincerely, and said: “Little Sugarheart, are you not welcoming me?”
Tang Xin beamed: “How could that be!”
She patted Tang Ting’s shoulder: “Go for it.”
Don’t chicken out! Take him for all he’s worth!
You Huan leaned against the side, giving her an encouraging look.
Tang Ting took a deep breath, placed her juice on the table, met Tang Xin’s encouraging gaze, clenched her fists, turned around with a smile, and walked toward Zhao Feiyu: “Huan Huan just got in a lot of new arrivals. Which one do you like? I’ll take it down for you and bring it to the fitting room.”
Huo Chendong’s brows twitched slightly as he looked at the girl and quietly said: “Tingting…”
Tang Ting glanced up at him and smiled sweetly: “I’ll help Huan Huan attend to the customers. You can sit over there on the sofa.”
Zhao Feiyu snapped out of her brief daze, glanced at Huo Chendong and Tang Ting, and smiled: “I didn’t expect you two to know each other. What a coincidence…” She felt something was off, but since they were already here, she couldn’t just leave. “Then I’ll just browse around.”
Tang Ting no longer looked at Huo Chendong. Following Tang Xin’s example, she guided Zhao Feiyu to pick out clothes.
Huo Chendong frowned slightly and glanced back. He felt uneasy. He didn’t want Tang Ting to serve Zhao Feiyu. Even if there was no romantic relationship between them, in his eyes, she was still a little princess. How could she possibly wait on others?
Seeing that Tang Ting seemed to handle things smoothly, Tang Xin poured a glass of water and walked over to Huo Chendong, smiling brightly: “Boss Huo, have a seat. Women take a long time to shop.”
Huo Chendong looked back at her, accepted the glass of water, and smiled: “Alright.” He leaned back on the sofa, stretching his legs out casually. He scanned the not-so-large studio and glanced at the young, beautiful female designer behind the counter. “Tang Yu once told me about a clothing studio opened by your friend. I didn’t expect it to be here—it’s quite unique.”
“Ah yes, my good friend You Huan.”
Tang Xin pointed behind the counter, thinking to herself that he would soon discover how special this place really was.
Huo Chendong looked over. You Huan gave him a cold glance and remained silent.
Huo Chendong: “… “
He let out a low whistle. What attitude was this? Turning back, he glanced at Tang Ting again.
Zhao Feiyu wanted to try on the long dress worn by the mannequin. Tang Ting, being inexperienced, struggled to remove the dress—it needed to be taken off from below. Seeing her struggle, Huo Chendong couldn’t bear it and was about to get up to help when Tang Xin quickly interjected: “Boss Huo, please stay seated. I’ll handle it.”
Tang Xin swiftly ran over, patted Tang Ting, and said: “Let me do it.”
She skillfully removed the dress and brought it to the fitting room.
Under Tang Xin’s proficient recommendations, Zhao Feiyu ended up selecting several summer outfits. Smiling brightly, she said: “I’d heard friends praise this shop before. Now I won’t have to worry about wearing the same clothes as others.”
Tang Xin placed a pile of clothes on the front desk counter and winked at Tang Ting: Do you know how to calculate the price?
Tang Ting nodded lightly.
Tang Xin felt reassured. However, she underestimated Tang Ting. Tang Ting had grown up without financial restrictions. For Tang Xin and You Huan, charging several hundred thousand yuan was already considered excessive, but to Tang Ting, that amount was merely pocket change.
— The concept of money for a young lady like her was vastly different from theirs.
Thus, when Tang Ting confidently stated the total price as “two million,” both Tang Xin and You Huan were shocked.
Zhao Feiyu’s eyes widened: “Wait, what did you say?”
Tang Ting innocently replied: “Two million.”
Zhao Feiyu frowned: “No, how is that possible? Did you make a mistake…?”
“No mistake. It’s two million.”
“…”
Huo Chendong looked at Tang Ting, chuckled helplessly, and handed over his black card: “Swipe it.”
Tang Ting glanced at him, accepted the card with a bright smile, and said: “Alright.”
Zhao Feiyu turned to look at Huo Chendong and whispered: “Forget it.”
Huo Chendong smiled: “How could we forget? If you like it, buy it.”
He had figured it out. Tang Ting wouldn’t feel satisfied unless she made this sale today. Two million was like giving her something to play with.
Tang Ting gritted her teeth and swiped the two million, handing the receipt to Huo Chendong: “Sign here.”
Huo Chendong signed briskly.
After the Land Rover drove away, Tang Xin turned to Tang Ting and gave her a thumbs up: “Young Miss, you’re incredible. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
Tang Ting huffed: “Don’t think I forgot what you called me earlier. You called me ‘Little Lamb.’ Admit it—you always treat me like a lamb to be fleeced!”
You Huan laughed: “Damn man, good job, Tingting.”
Tang Xin lazily leaned back in her chair and glanced at You Huan.
You Huan pulled out her phone and sent a red envelope, saying worriedly: “I’m afraid our reputation will be ruined by you two.”
Tang Xin immediately grabbed her phone to collect the red envelope: “Don’t worry. Everything will be fine.”
Tang Ting leaned over to take a peek, looking wistfully at You Huan. You Huan raised an eyebrow at her: “Hold on, you’ll get yours too.”
After collecting the red envelope, Tang Ting felt elated: “So refreshing! I’ll definitely come again next time!”
She finally understood why Tang Xin enjoyed fleecing her—it was even more fun than shopping!
You Huan: “… “
She thought for a moment and then smiled: “Come often, the two of you. By the end of the year, I’ll be able to buy a house.”
Tang Xin glanced at her: “That reminds me, my landlord suddenly said they won’t rent to me anymore. I can only stay until mid-June. I don’t want to look for a new place, and I happen to have some money now. I’m thinking of buying a property.”
A few years ago, Tang Wei had bought her a house in Beijing. That house was too far from the company, so her cousin currently rented it. Moreover, it was a two-bedroom unit, and she wanted to buy a three-bedroom apartment.
You Huan smiled: “Buy it, Little Rich Girl.”
Tang Xin hesitated: “It’s just hard to find a suitable property, and time is tight. I might have to rent first.”
Tang Ting raised her hand: “I’ll help you! My uncle’s family is in the real estate business. I’ll ask my cousin.”
Tang Xin hesitated.
Tang Ting assured her: “Trust me with it!”
The Tang family empire was vast, with stakes in multiple industries. Before Tang Haiming’s surgery, the brothers had divided their assets. Tang Yu focused solely on Shiguang Pictures and wasn’t interested in other sectors.
Thus, when Tang Yu returned home that evening, he heard Tang Ting on the phone: “No, it’s my friend who wants to buy. It doesn’t need to be big—three bedrooms will suffice.”
He walked in, and Tang Ting hung up the phone, looking up at him: “Brother.”
Tang Yu stood by the sofa, gazing down at her: “What did you learn from Tang Xin today?”
Earlier in the car, Huo Chendong had called him. After discussing work, he casually mentioned the afternoon’s events, saying that Tang Ting had learned some tricks from Tang Xin and fleeced him for two million.
“That little girl is ruthless, quite a match for Little Sugarheart.”
After hanging up, Tang Yu checked his social media and saw that Tang Xin and Tang Ting had almost simultaneously posted identical pictures and captions.
Tang Ting avoided looking at him, guiltily lowering her head and mumbling: “Nothing…”
Inwardly, she cursed Huo Chendong.
Tang Yu patted her head and turned to leave, tossing over his shoulder: “Don’t copy everything she does.”
Tang Ting muttered: “Got it.”
Tang Yu took a couple of steps, then suddenly stopped and turned back to her: “Who wants to buy a house?”
“Sugarheart.”
“Oh?” A flicker of emotion passed through Tang Yu’s eyes as he slid his hands into his pockets and turned around. “What kind of place does she want?”
Tang Ting didn’t understand, but she still relayed Tang Xin’s requirements: “I’ve already called Big Brother.”
Tang Yu hummed and didn’t say anything further, turning to go upstairs.
First, he went to the study to talk with Tang Haiming. After chatting for a while, he left the study and went to the terrace to call his eldest brother, Tang Ming: “Change the housing conditions Dingding mentioned earlier. Find a better neighborhood, preferably two units next to each other. If none are available, see if anyone is willing to sell. Buy them at a high price if necessary. But don’t let Dingding know, and don’t tell the girl buying the house either.”
Tang Ming asked curiously: “Why? You already own so much prime real estate. Why spend extra on two more properties? Even if we have mines, that’s not how you spend money.”
Tang Yu relaxed against the railing, smiling faintly: “The girl buying the house—I’m pursuing her.”
The line was silent for a few seconds. Tang Ming exclaimed in surprise: “What’s the background of this girl that you’re going to such lengths to chase?”
Tang Yu thought of the rejected collaboration and Tang Xin’s fierce demeanor. He lowered his head, rubbing his temples, and chuckled softly: “Her background is significant. She’s hard to chase and harder to please. Nothing seems to work. So, I have no choice but to seize every opportunity.”
Tang Ming clicked his tongue: “You’ve piqued my curiosity. Is she the screenwriter Huo Chendong mentioned?”
Tang Yu knew he was referring to Ming Zhu. He calmly said: “No.” His gaze shifted downward. “Leave this to me, Brother. Don’t tell Mom and Dad either, to avoid unnecessary interference.”
Tang Ming chuckled: “Alright, alright. Leave it to me.”
After hanging up, Tang Yu relaxed against the railing, exhaling deeply. Even the fatigue in his brows seemed to have lessened.
Since the unsuccessful collaboration discussion with Lu Zhixing the other night, he had been feeling restless. Tang Xin was nearly impervious to his advances—he couldn’t find the right angle to approach her.
He lifted his eyes to gaze at the crescent moon in the night sky.
A faint smile curved his lips.
…
Since that night when she discussed the collaboration with Tang Yu, Tang Xin hadn’t asked Lu Zhixing whether he had decided on the partnership.
For several days, Lu Zhixing acted as if nothing had happened, not bringing up that night’s events. As usual, he didn’t interfere with the screenwriting team. Even Feng Cheng said: “Lu Zhixing told me not to restrict you. Write from your perspective; you don’t have to respect all my opinions.”
Tang Xin was surprised and asked: “Director Lu said that?”
Feng Cheng smiled: “Yes, he said you haven’t been polished like us old hands. He probably hopes you’ll write something fresh.”
Tang Xin glanced around and leaned in to whisper: “Did Director Lu mention whether he’ll collaborate with Shiguang?”
Feng Cheng recalled Lu Zhixing’s words and laughed heartily: “This movie doesn’t lack funding. Whether or not to collaborate with Shiguang—I don’t know. You can ask him. It’s still early, so there’s no rush.”
“Oh…”
Tang Xin pursed her lips and didn’t press further.
That day, Tang Xin left the office later than usual. As she exited, she coincidentally bumped into Lu Zhixing. He looked at her and smiled: “Very dedicated, leaving so late.”
Tang Xin, carrying her laptop bag, smiled faintly: “Mm, are you just heading home?”
Lu Zhixing closed his office door and slid his hands into his pockets: “Yes, let’s go together.”
They walked side by side to the elevator. Once inside, Tang Xin glanced at Lu Zhixing and couldn’t help but ask: “Director Lu, have you decided on the collaboration with Shiguang?”
Lu Zhixing turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow: “Sugarheart, may I ask a bold question?”
Tang Xin smiled faintly: “Go ahead.”
Lu Zhixing kept his hands in his pockets and looked down at her: “Are you and Tang Yu ex-lovers?”
Their dynamic didn’t seem like that of ordinary men and women. If they were lovers, it didn’t fit. They seemed more like exes.
Tang Xin was momentarily stunned, just as the elevator doors opened.
She stepped out and turned to look at Lu Zhixing. His gaze was candid, and she knew he might have guessed something. Perhaps that night, he had also tried to save face for her. After a moment’s thought, she decided there was nothing wrong with telling him: “No, we never dated. I confessed to him, but he rejected me. We’re not exes.”
Lu Zhixing was somewhat surprised and glanced at her: “That’s unexpected.”
He hadn’t expected this.
Tang Xin lowered her head, laughing self-deprecatingly: “What’s so surprising…”
Lu Zhixing casually glanced at her, a faint smile tugging at his lips: “The terms Tang Yu offered are quite generous. It’s not a deal any ordinary investor would agree to, knowing they’d lose money.”
As they reached their parking spots, Tang Xin fished out her car keys, pausing briefly before saying: “I know…”
Lu Zhixing chuckled and walked leisurely to his car. Before opening the door, he glanced at her: “The movie doesn’t lack funding. If you’re truly uncomfortable, I don’t necessarily have to collaborate with Shiguang.”
Tang Xin blinked: “No, I just mean you don’t need to consider me. If you think it’s suitable, sign the contract.”
“We’ll talk later. No rush for now.” Lu Zhixing opened the car door, then suddenly remembered something and turned back to look at her: “I heard you’re moving these days. If you need help, let everyone know. We can all pitch in.”
“Oh, no need.” Tang Xin smiled. “I’ve already arranged for a moving company.”
“Alright, I’m off.”
Lu Zhixing got into the driver’s seat and drove away.
Indeed, Tang Xin was moving these days.
She couldn’t help but marvel at the advantages of being wealthy. Tang Ting had worked with remarkable efficiency this time, finding a suitable place within a week—a fully furnished three-bedroom apartment ready for immediate occupancy.
The seller was eager to sell, so the price was lower than market value. After viewing the property, Tang Xin decided on the spot.
However, the paperwork would still take time. The previous owner said she could move in first and handle the formalities later, requiring only a month’s rent upfront.
On moving day, after the movers brought everything inside, Tang Xin collapsed against the door, catching her breath. She unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and took a sip when her phone rang.
Her online supermarket order had arrived downstairs.
Tang Xin set down the water bottle, picked up her phone, and headed downstairs.
This community was much better than her previous rental, with strict access control. Delivery personnel couldn’t go upstairs, so she had to fetch the items herself.
After taking two large bags from the deliveryman, Tang Xin struggled to carry them to the elevator. She pressed the button, placed the bags on the floor, and looked down to reply to messages. You Huan had said she would come over in the evening to help organize things.
Ding—
The elevator doors opened.
She put down her phone and was about to bend down to pick up the two bags when a tall shadow loomed behind her. A slender, elegant hand reached out and picked up the bags before she could.
Tang Xin didn’t know how familiar she was with Tang Yu’s hands, but at a glance, she recognized whose they were—the neatly pressed white shirt cuffs, the exquisite cufflinks, the distinct knuckles, even the prominent vein on the back of his hand—all achingly familiar.
She turned around in a daze, locking eyes with Tang Yu’s deep gaze.
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Author’s Note:
Dingding · Little Lamb: So refreshing! I’ll definitely come again!
Tang · Tyrant CEO · Yu: Keep spending money, chasing my wife.
— Both siblings have gone astray. Little Rich Girl and Sister Huan have become life winners. There will be plenty of scenes to look forward to!
My stories rarely feature secondary CPs or even minor characters unless necessary to lay groundwork for the main plot. Hence, my works often include long epilogues, which might be a weakness in my writing. This story has a bit more interaction compared to others—it’s my attempt to break through. Hang on for a few more chapters to see where it goes!
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