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My dad’s nickname is “Bandit,” and mine? It’s “Little Tyrant!”
Tang Yu, are you scared?
— The Little Tyrant’s Diary
It was undeniable.
As Tang Xin looked at the calm and composed man standing behind the door, her heart suddenly raced. She had lived here for a month, watching the rapid renovation of the opposite unit and the arrival of new furniture. Occasionally catching glimpses, she had been thinking about how refined the neighbor’s taste was.
Who would have thought it! It was Tang Yu!
He had known from the beginning that she was buying a house—it was all deliberate, and he even lied to her.
Did he lie because he was afraid she’d reject him? Or fear she’d angrily move away? Or was he really pursuing her now?
A whirlwind of emotions—excitement, shock, confusion—swirled in Tang Xin’s mind, looping back to where they started. She calmly looked at him: “Oh, so you’re the new neighbor? Leaving behind villas and luxury apartments just to live here—you must be sick.”
Tang Ting snapped out of her shock, glanced at Tang Xin, then at Tang Yu, and finally concluded: “I knew something was off between you two! There’s definitely something going on!”
Tang Yu coldly shot her a glance: “Shut up.”
Tang Ting: “… Hmph.”
Still denying it, when he moved right across the hall! After Tang Ting pieced everything together, she suddenly felt enlightened. Several things clicked into place.
That day, when he asked who was buying a house, it must’ve been when he started arranging this.
If you think about it…
Her brother’s schemes were dark too! Maybe even darker than Tang Xin’s!
Meanwhile, Tang Xin leaned lazily against the doorframe, holding Flower Roll, smiling sweetly as she watched Tang Yu, curious to see how he’d respond.
Tang Yu let go of the door and looked directly at Tang Xin. Their eyes met, and something between them became transparent. Both understood but refused to speak. Tang Xin’s smile faded slightly. She pulled Tang Ting by the hand and ignored him: “Let’s go inside.”
Tang Ting was dragged along and hurriedly glanced at Tang Yu: “What about my brother? Aren’t you inviting him in?”
“Nope, he eats too much. I didn’t prepare his share.”
Tang Yu’s face darkened: “… “
Without further explanation, Tang Xin shoved Flower Roll into Tang Ting’s arms, yanked her inside, and slammed the door shut with a bang.
Tang Ting scrambled to hold onto Flower Roll.
The moment the door closed, the doorbell rang again.
Tang Xin checked the surveillance monitor—it was Han Xiaoxiao and the others arriving, including her cousin Zhong Yan. She buzzed them in.
Tang Yu stood inside his doorway, half-closing his eyes as he stared at the door. Turning his head, he took a deep breath and closed his door.
Inside, Tang Ting was still fixated on her brother and the exposed “affair.” Holding Flower Roll tightly, she looked at Tang Xin and couldn’t help saying: “Sugarheart, my brother’s pursuing you, isn’t he?”
“Is he? I don’t know,” Tang Xin said expressionlessly.
“He absolutely is!” Tang Ting declared confidently. “He even moved for you! You know this building isn’t new; all units were sold out by the end of last year. Finding two connected apartments in such a short time in this neighborhood is almost impossible. He must’ve spent a lot of money and effort.”
“…”
So, Tang Yu was throwing money around again?
Footsteps and voices approached outside. Han Xiaoxiao and the others had arrived.
Tang Xin glanced at Tang Ting, pulled her aside, opened the door, and greeted Han Xiaoxiao and the others with a smile: “You’re here.”
Tang Ting turned around to follow.
However, when Han Xiaoxiao and the others saw her, they froze, their smiles turning awkward: “Yeah…”
“Come in.”
Tang Xin didn’t pay much attention and ushered everyone inside.
Han Xiaoxiao and a few colleagues brought gifts. After setting them on the coffee table, Han Xiaoxiao walked around the apartment, then ran up to Tang Xin enviously: “When can I buy a house like this?!”
Tang Xin smiled and patted her shoulder: “Soon, keep working hard.”
Han Xiaoxiao’s gaze fell on Tang Ting, who was sitting on the couch holding Flower Roll. Her expression remained subtle. She pulled Tang Xin to the balcony, leaned close, and whispered: “Why is she here?”
“What?” Tang Xin was confused.
“Tang Ting!” Han Xiaoxiao pulled her over and spilled some recent office gossip: “You didn’t know? Not long after you left, Tang Ting joined the company. She practically replaced you! Whenever she has free time, she sneaks into Boss Tang’s office. Huang Siyi and Zhou Dan say she’s Boss Tang’s new mistress, replacing you…”
“…”
Tang Xin was speechless. The former “mistress” they were talking about was obviously her.
She looked at Tang Ting with complex emotions and asked Han Xiaoxiao: “You don’t know who she is?”
Han Xiaoxiao was puzzled: “Should I?”
Tang Xin thought for a moment. Tang Ting probably kept her identity hidden on purpose. It was common for rich kids to conceal their identities and start from the bottom. It was a game wealthy people liked to play. But did Tang Yu and Tang Ting know about these rumors?
Tang Yu usually didn’t care about gossip. However, Gao Heng was sharp, always privy to everything happening around him. If Gao Heng mentioned it, Tang Yu would definitely know.
But after Gao Heng once talked about the world’s most complicated relationships—”Brother-in-law and sister-in-law” and “Best friend and best friend’s husband or boyfriend”—he got docked overtime pay and became hesitant to spread gossip in front of Tang Yu. Plus, after Chen Secretary and the others were caught gossiping, they became cautious, and even Gao Heng heard less.
At this moment, You Huan arrived.
Tang Ting went to open the door.
Tang Xin walked over, hooked her arm around Tang Ting’s shoulder, grinned mischievously at Han Xiaoxiao, and began spinning a story: “Do you know Boss Tang’s second uncle? Let me tell you the truth—I’m his illegitimate daughter who was abandoned outside.”
Tang Ting: “… “
Others: “… “
Tang Ting didn’t understand why she suddenly started making things up. The others were momentarily stunned. Han Xiaoxiao vaguely remembered hearing gossip about Boss Tang’s second uncle being a womanizer with several illegitimate children.
She glared at Tang Xin—is this true? She remembered Tang Xin’s family was from Suzhou, and she’d seen pictures of her parents!
Tang Xin continued her fabrication with a sweet smile: “So, what mistress relationship? There’s no dirty connection between me and Tang Yu!”
Tang Ting’s eyes widened in surprise: “You and my brother are…?”
...a dirty mistress relationship?
She stopped herself halfway through.
Others caught the keyword: your brother?
At this point, Tang Ting’s carefully concealed identity for the past two months was suddenly exposed.
Everyone stared blankly at her, suddenly remembering that Boss Tang had a younger sister. Tang Xin’s earlier story was a fabrication, but Tang Ting was the real Miss Tang.
Han Xiaoxiao looked at Tang Ting: “You… are really Boss Tang’s sister?”
Tang Ting: “… “
She glared at Tang Xin in frustration.
Tang Xin looked innocently at her—it was you who blurted it out.
Unable to hide any longer, Tang Ting could only nod and admit: “Yes, his biological sister.” Then she added dramatically: “Wow, your minds are so dirty! How could you suspect something inappropriate between me and my own brother??”
Han Xiaoxiao quickly exclaimed: “No, I didn’t! I absolutely didn’t suspect anything!”
Others also quickly chimed in—
“We didn’t either! We just heard others talking.”
“That’s right. Boss Tang is so aloof—he doesn’t seem like someone who’d mess around with women.”
“Miss Dingding, please don’t tell Boss Tang about this.”
…
You Huan entered and saw this scene. She asked curiously: “What’s going on?”
Tang Xin found tonight’s housewarming dinner somewhat troublesome. She waved her hand: “Nothing, everyone’s here. Let’s eat.” She patted Tang Ting: “Let’s eat first, we’ll talk later.”
She counted the number of people and glanced at Zhong Yan: “Didn’t you say you’d bring your boyfriend?”
Zhong Yan pouted: “No, we argued. I don’t want to deal with him.”
“Alright, if he’s not coming, forget it.”
You Huan held a bag of alcohol and raised an eyebrow: “Drink?”
Zhong Yan raised her hand: “Yes, yes! Drinking solves all sorrows!”
No one objected. Everyone headed to the dining table. The dishes had cooled, so they divided tasks—reheating food, pouring drinks—and celebrated Tang Xin’s purchase of the new home with great enthusiasm.
In contrast, Tang Yu’s side was much quieter.
He simply fried a steak and cooked some pasta, finishing dinner perfunctorily before retreating to his study.
Around ten o’clock, there was a knock on the door.
Tang Yu opened it to find Tang Ting standing outside, her face flushed—clearly, she’d been drinking.
He frowned: “Did you call the driver?”
“Yes, but it might take another ten minutes to arrive.” Tang Ting hadn’t drunk much; she just had a low tolerance. She wasn’t drunk and grinned as she peeked inside: “Brother, can I come in and look around?”
Tang Yu stepped aside, and Tang Ting immediately darted in, wandering around. The renovation couldn’t compare to his previous house, but the style was similar. Tang Yu had already changed into black loungewear and didn’t intend to bother with her. He turned to head back to his study, but Tang Ting followed closely, whispering: “Brother, are you pursuing Sugarheart?”
Tang Yu paused mid-step, didn’t turn around, and faintly hummed an affirmation.
Tang Ting’s head was a bit dizzy, but she clearly heard his response. Stunned, she blurted out—perhaps emboldened by the alcohol: “But Sugarheart doesn’t seem to like you. She didn’t sign the copyright contract with you and even quit her job. She seems angry whenever she sees you…”
“…”
Each sentence—
Damn, it hurt.
Tang Yu’s expression remained cold as he turned around, pulled out his phone from his pocket, and called the driver. The driver said he was already downstairs.
He walked over, picked up Tang Ting, and escorted her to the door. Opening it, he emotionlessly said: “The driver will be here soon. Wait downstairs.”
Bang—
Tang Ting was shut outside.
She touched her nose, huffed, and turned to leave.
Tang Yu sat on the living room sofa, leaning lazily, his mood sour. After about ten minutes, he straightened up and walked toward the door.
Tang Xin had spent the evening entertaining guests and was tired, sprawled on the couch petting Flower Roll, when there was a soft knock on the door. Her eyes flickered, but she stayed seated, instinctively knowing it was Tang Yu outside.
She pretended to be deaf.
The next second, her phone rang.
It was Tang Yu calling.
She bit her lip, glanced at her phone, and answered slowly.
His restrained voice came through: “Open the door.”
Tang Xin continued petting Flower Roll and hummed: “It’s late. What do you want?”
Tang Yu stood outside, eating humble pie. After a brief silence, his voice lowered: “Tang Xin, open the door. I won’t come in, just a few words.”
Tang Xin paused, lowered her eyes, set Flower Roll aside, slipped on her slippers, and opened the door.
The door suddenly opened.
Both of their phones were still pressed to their ears as they gazed at each other.
Tang Yu stood outside in black loungewear, different from his usual formal shirt-and-suit attire. He looked more relaxed and casual, but his presence remained unchanged—it had little to do with what he wore.
Tang Xin looked at him and hung up her phone.
Tang Yu also looked at her, put down his phone, and casually stuffed it into his pocket.
“What do you want to say to me?” Tang Xin looked up at him. “New neighbor.”
Her words carried a sting. Tang Yu half-closed his eyes, glanced down at her, and said helplessly: “Tang Xin, is it really that hard to repair our relationship after you’ve been hurt once? Do you have to keep pricking me like this?”
Tang Xin looked at him, startled, feeling a bit wronged. She bit her lip.
You idiot, it’s not just once…
How many times have you hurt me? I haven’t even counted or complained. If you really think about it, you’ve hurt me countless times.
The air suddenly grew heavy.
The motion sensor light behind the man dimmed, leaving only the soft glow from inside the door illuminating their faces. The hallway was silent, as if every breath could be heard.
Tang Yu gazed deeply at her, studying the changes in her expression.
After a moment, she suddenly looked up and smiled sweetly at him: “Tang Yu, have I ever told you that my dad has a nickname—Bandit?”
Tang Yu didn’t know why she suddenly brought this up. He nodded: “Yes.”
She hadn’t told him directly. Once, after a dinner party, she had been drinking, and Tang Yu arranged for a driver to drop her off. Sitting in the back seat, her phone rang, and as he watched her answer, she shouted into the phone: “Bandit Dad.” He had never heard anyone address their father like that before, so it left a deep impression on him.
That call ended just as they arrived at her building.
Tang Xin hung up and got out of the car. Tang Yu didn’t have time to ask why she called her father that way, and he eventually forgot about it. Now, she mentioned it again, and he remembered.
Tang Xin blinked, surprised that he had heard.
“Do you know what my nickname is?”
“… Little Rich Girl?”
“Nope.” She looked at his handsome face and continued: “Actually, when I was little, my personality wasn’t as outgoing as it is now. Sometimes, when I was bullied, I wouldn’t say anything. My dad always stood up for me. Over time, my personality changed. Whoever bullied me, I’d fight back directly.”
Tang Yu half-closed his eyes and listened silently. This was the first time he’d heard her talk about her childhood.
“Later, I got a nickname—Little Tyrant. My dad said bandits are never suppressed.”
“…”
Suddenly, the girl tilted her head up, clenched her fists, and smiled: “Little Tyrants never lose!”
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Author’s Note:
Little Tyrant: Are you scared of loving me?
Young Master Tang: Even more scared if I don’t love you.
—Ding, Little Tyrant is online!
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