MTL - 38

Occasionally, I doubt myself. Is it because I haven’t looked at other men that I’ve hung on to Tang Yu for four years?

Otherwise, should I give it a try?

— The Diary of a Little Rich Girl

Tang Xin stood frozen in place, her neck stiffly turning as her gaze followed the tall, slender figure of the man. Why had he suddenly brought up that kiss?

If she could, she didn’t want to remember it.

Before, she had seen an edited video on Bilibili titled “The Most Heartbreaking Kisses in TV Dramas.” If her relationship with Tang Yu were a TV drama, that kiss would surely have earned a spot in that video.

At the time, she had kissed him with the mindset of “this is the first and last time.”

If it could even be called a kiss.

Tang Yu had described it as more of a nibble and bite, but since she had never kissed anyone before, how was she supposed to know what a proper kiss felt like?

Her mood instantly plummeted.

She really shouldn’t provoke Tang Yu or show him even a hint of softness.

Her forehead must have collided with one of his shirt buttons earlier; there was a sharp pain in one spot. She raised her hand to rub it gently and sighed softly.

After taking two steps, Tang Yu remembered the bathroom was probably just as empty, so he turned back to rummage through the two bags he had brought in. He found a new towel, walked into the kitchen, and opened the freezer. Fortunately, there were some ice cubes stored inside.

He wrapped the ice cubes in the towel and walked over to Tang Xin, who was still standing in place, rubbing her forehead.

Tang Xin saw his long legs approaching but didn’t look up at him. She lowered her hand, ready to turn away.

The next moment, her forehead suddenly felt cold.

“What are you doing!”

The chill startled her, and she stared at him with wide eyes.

Tang Yu’s deep, black eyes gazed down at her, hiding a faint smile. His lips curved slightly as he leaned down, lifting her right hand and pressing it against her forehead: “Hold it there yourself.”

Tang Xin held the cold towel in place. She had assumed he was looking for a towel to dry himself off.

Tang Yu turned around, rummaged through the bag again, and pulled out another new towel. He wiped his shoulders and chest. The man maintained his physique through regular exercise, and his wet shirt clung tightly to his toned, powerful body, every movement exuding allure.

Tang Xin glanced at him a few times, then turned her head and pressed the ice harder against her forehead.

Snap out of it. It’s just a man.

Just a handsome man.

Summer clothes were light and thin, so after wiping himself down casually, Tang Yu figured he’d dry off soon enough. He grabbed the towel and walked toward her, asking quietly: “Still hurt?”

Tang Xin’s forehead was icy cold, and her mind was crystal clear. She shoved the towel-wrapped ice pack into his arms. Tang Yu caught it and looked down into her indifferent gaze as she calmly said: “It wasn’t three minutes.”

Her seemingly random statement made perfect sense to Tang Yu.

She meant the kiss in the office wasn’t three minutes long.

“I didn’t nibble on you for three minutes. At most, it was two minutes.”

She repeated herself.

Tang Yu let out a teasing “Oh,” glancing at her indifferently with a faint smirk tugging at his lips: “Is that so?”

Tang Xin’s heart trembled slightly, and she didn’t want to continue the topic. Just then, the doorbell rang.

She frowned slightly: “Who’s that?”

As she spoke, she went to check the surveillance monitor.

On the screen, Tang Ting was wearing a white dress, holding an elegant gift box, and smiling brightly at the camera.

Tang Xin turned her head, puzzled, and muttered softly: “Did you two siblings plan to come here together?” She unlocked the door for Tang Ting.

Tang Yu frowned. Tang Ting was here? He pursed his lips slightly and turned to walk into the bathroom, hanging the towel up.

When he came back out, Tang Ting had just arrived at the door.

The little girl thrust the gift box into Tang Xin’s arms, beaming: “Congratulations on moving into your new home. This is my housewarming gift for you.”

Tang Xin held the surprisingly heavy box and smiled: “Thank you.”

Tang Ting looked up and saw her brother walking over with an expressionless face. She froze for a moment and instinctively called out: “Brother, you…”

The next second, someone lifted her by the strap of her bag. The man said coldly: “What are you doing here?”

Tang Ting, like a little lamb, was dragged out of the doorway. Still dazed, she craned her neck to look up at him: “Brother, what are you doing? I just got here; I came to help unpack!” She had actually come to hang out. You Huan was coming over later, and she wanted to help while enjoying the fun.

Tang Yu gazed down at her with an indifferent expression: “Skipping work on your second day?”

Tang Ting shrank back, pouting: “There’s nothing to do at work… I’m so bored…”

A few days ago, she had graduated from her master’s program and was feeling bored. After being scolded by Zeng Wan, she impulsively told Tang Yu she wanted to start working. Tang Yu had arranged a relaxed, low-pressure position for her at the company, instructing the staff not to pay too much attention to her while letting her get used to things.

This was only her second day, and she had already skipped work to come here.

She looked up suddenly and asked: “Brother, what are you doing here?”

Tang Yu: “… “

Tang Ting glanced at him again and noticed his white shirt was dirty and soaked in several places. Her eyes widened further: “Brother, why is your shirt wet?”

Tang Yu responded coldly: “Why do you have so many questions?”

Tang Xin watched them with great interest, leaning against the doorframe. Suddenly, she laughed, lazily glancing at Tang Yu: “Oh, he came to help me with manual labor.”

Tang Ting gasped incredulously: “Manual labor?”

Tang Yu’s expression darkened, his gaze turning colder. Tang Ting quickly turned to Tang Xin. Tang Xin smiled sweetly at her, stepping aside to gesture toward the living room: “It’s all a mess inside. Come over once everything’s sorted out, and we’ll have a housewarming dinner. For now…” She paused, glancing at Tang Yu, “You should probably go back to work.”

Tang Ting hesitated.

Tang Yu slid his hands into his pockets, glanced at the neighboring door, and his expression softened slightly. Turning back, he ordered Tang Ting: “Come back to the company with me.”

Tang Ting reluctantly murmured an “Okay” and waved goodbye to Tang Xin: “I’ll come back another time.”

Tang Xin waved: “Bye.”

After seeing the siblings off, Tang Xin inexplicably felt relieved. She closed the door and continued unpacking, completely unaware that Tang Yu would soon move into the neighboring unit.

Tang Ting was escorted downstairs by Tang Yu and sent back to the company to resume her post. However, she had nothing to do for the entire afternoon and grew extremely bored. She slumped over her desk, lost in thought. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t understand why she had run into her brother at Tang Xin’s place just by skipping work.

What exactly was their relationship?

She had always felt that her brother treated Tang Xin differently. Not only did he let her fleece people, but he also seemed unusually tolerant of her.

After work, Tang Ting ran upstairs and bumped into Gao Heng at the entrance. He smiled: “Miss Tang, are you looking for Boss Tang? Let me take you to his office.” Tang Ting had initially concealed her identity, but Gao Heng knew who she was.

Tang Ting turned her head and spotted Huo Chendong exiting the neighboring office. Her eyes lit up briefly, but she quickly turned her face away with a humph and ignored him, following Gao Heng into the CEO’s office.

Huo Chendong clicked his tongue: “Little Miss has quite the temper lately.”

He scratched his temples and followed her into the office.

Secretary Chen and Secretary Zhou watched Tang Ting enter the office, stunned. Secretary Chen leaned over and whispered: “Didn’t Assistant Gao just call her Miss Tang?”

Secretary Zhou was equally bewildered: “Yeah.”

So, after Tang Miss resigned, another Miss Tang had appeared?

It was Friday, and Tang Yu had no plans to work overtime. Seeing Tang Ting enter, he closed his laptop, picked up his car keys, and headed toward the door: “Let’s go.”

Tang Ting murmured an “Okay” and turned to see Huo Chendong. She furrowed her brows.

The three of them entered the elevator together. A few days ago, a film crew had started shooting, and Huo Chendong had been visiting the set frequently. He casually mentioned a few things about the production: “Everything’s fine, except Pengzhou’s been throwing his weight around, which really pissed off Director Xu.”

Tang Yu frowned: “What capital does he have to throw his weight around?”

Huo Chendong sneered: “His popularity’s been rising lately, and he’s gotten a bit cocky.”

Tang Ting knew this crew well—Zhao Feiyu was also part of it—but she stayed silent.

When the elevator arrived, Tang Yu headed straight for his car. Tang Ting and Huo Chendong’s cars were parked nearby. After walking a few steps, Tang Ting tilted her head and called out to Huo Chendong: “Hey, tell me, what’s going on between my brother and Sugarheart?”

She was itching to know what was happening.

Huo Chendong glanced at her, raising an eyebrow: “You want to know? Call me ‘Big Brother,’ and I’ll tell you.”

“Fine, don’t tell me.”

Tang Ting huffed and stomped off toward her Maserati in her high heels.

Back at the Tang family estate, Tang Ting realized her brother had changed into a fresh shirt. A certain suspicion suddenly flashed through her mind, startling her. She felt she wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight unless she got some answers.

Tang Yu hadn’t planned to stay long after dinner at the Tang estate. As he prepared to leave, Tang Ting followed him barefoot all the way to the courtyard.

“Brother,” she stood in front of him, twiddling her fingers nervously, “Did you… do something to wrong Tang Xin?”

Tang Yu had been under her watchful eye all evening, and after running into her at Tang Xin’s place today, he knew this little one might burst with curiosity.

He looked at her emotionlessly: “What did I do to wrong her?”

Tang Ting bit her lip and mumbled softly: “Like… maybe you accidentally got carried away after drinking and did something inappropriate, but since Tang Xin isn’t your type, you don’t want to take responsibility for her, so you’ve been tolerating her…”

Her imagination ran wild.

After speaking, she didn’t dare look at him, fearing a scolding.

Tang Yu: “… “

He looked at her, furrowed his brow, and after a moment, said softly: “Who said I don’t like her type?”

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Author’s Note:

Tang · Mine Owner · Yu: Less than three minutes? Let me make up the extra minute for you?

Little Rich Girl: …