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—— The Diary of a Little Tyrant
Tang Yu said he wanted to kill the version of himself who had previously claimed that we weren’t compatible.
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Lin Zhengxu lowered his head, rubbing his brow with a faintly helpless smile. “That day at the Western restaurant, when I turned back and took a glance, even though Tang Yu isn’t a celebrity, I know what he looks like. The way he looked at me wasn’t right.”
Connecting that with the earlier copyright dispute…
Men sometimes have sharper intuition than women. Lin Zhengxu had indeed suspected something before, similar to Zhong Lijun and Tang Dawei’s assumptions—that Tang Xin was either entangled with Lu Zhixing or Tang Yu.
That day, as soon as he saw Tang Yu, he understood everything.
Tang Xin hadn’t even dared to look back that day. She hadn’t expected Lin Zhengxu to figure it out so early. No wonder he’d said that line at the door.
Men were truly as You Huan had described.
Each one had a clear understanding in their hearts but chose not to say anything.
“I do like him,” Tang Xin said after taking a sip of water. She looked up at him with a bright, straightforward smile, her eyes clear and luminous. “He’s currently pursuing me, but I haven’t figured out how to handle our relationship yet. I’ve never been one to take losses easily, and I didn’t want you to feel like you were at a disadvantage, so I thought I’d tell you upfront.”
Tang Xin knew she was already finding it hard to let go of Tang Yu. It was all because he had returned too soon. If he had truly been delayed by a few months, perhaps they really would have ended things.
Even if she felt uncertain now, she still wanted to take a risk.
She wanted Tang Yu to fall deeply in love with her.
After hearing Tang Xin’s words, Lin Zhengxu didn’t feel particularly disappointed. After all, on the first day of their blind date, he already knew her feelings couldn’t be blank. Moreover, her counterpart was the CEO of Time Light Entertainment. He had hesitated about whether to pursue her.
It wasn’t that he felt inferior to Tang Yu—it was just that at 30 years old, he rarely did impulsive things.
Until that day at You Huan’s studio, when he met her again. He thought it must be fate, so why not give it a try?
“You rejected me so quickly—I didn’t even get a chance to prove myself?”
“…”
Tang Xin thought for a moment and replied, “Cutting losses early?”
Lin Zhengxu shook his head with a bitter smile. “You really know how to comfort someone.”
Tang Xin didn’t know what to say next. Her phone screen lit up—it was a message from Tang Yu.
Tang Yu: Send me the address. I’ll come pick you up.
Tang Xin glanced at it but didn’t reply immediately. She looked at Lin Zhengxu cautiously and suggested, “How about this—I can introduce you to someone? I know quite a few pretty young girls, whether in the screenwriting circle, author circle, or editorial circle.”
Lin Zhengxu: …
Not only was she rejecting him, but she was also trying to set him up with someone else?
Lin Zhengxu chuckled. “Forget it. Let me recover. I guess this counts as a fresh breakup.”
Tang Xin: …
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After finishing dinner and paying the bill, Tang Xin walked out of the restaurant with Lin Zhengxu. He said, “Let me take you home—or are you going to the office?”
Tang Xin smiled at him. “Take me to the office then. I need to get my car.”
“Alright.”
Lin Zhengxu drove out, waiting in line to merge into the main road. A black SUV slowly approached from the left. As he turned the steering wheel to change lanes, the rear window of the SUV suddenly rolled down. The man leaning casually against the seatback glanced over indifferently.
Lin Zhengxu casually swept his gaze over, and their eyes met.
He froze for a moment, instinctively glancing at Tang Xin.
Tang Xin, completely oblivious, was busy replying to Tang Yu on WeChat.
Little Rich Girl: sd%…
Tang Yu leaned back against the seat, looking down at his phone, and instructed the driver: “Follow that Mercedes-Benz beside us.”
Lin Zhengxu noticed the SUV following them all the way until they stopped under Tang Xin’s office building. The SUV pulled over as well.
“Thank you for driving me. Goodbye,” Tang Xin said with a smile, leaving the bouquet of roses on the passenger seat as she got out.
Lin Zhengxu glanced at the rearview mirror, opened the door, picked up the bouquet, and called out to her: “Tang Xin.”
Tang Xin took a couple of steps, then turned around to look at him.
Lin Zhengxu walked over and handed her the flowers with a smile. “Take these back—they were meant for you anyway.”
Tang Xin was momentarily stunned and muttered, “Thank you.”
As she raised her eyes, she saw a tall, slender figure striding toward them. Dressed in a simple white shirt and black trousers, the handsome contours of his face became clearer as he approached. She froze for a moment, and then the man was already standing in front of her.
Tang Yu stood beside her, glanced at her briefly, then calmly looked at Lin Zhengxu. He extended his right hand: “Nice to meet you.”
Lin Zhengxu lowered his gaze. The man’s long hand reached out, the scar from a bite mark still faintly visible on his knuckle. After a brief silence, he smiled and shook Tang Yu’s hand: “Nice to meet you, Mr. Tang. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Tang Yu politely replied: “Thank you.”
The two exchanged a formal handshake, then released each other’s hands. Tang Yu absentmindedly rubbed the scar on his thumb with his left hand, glanced down at Tang Xin, and chuckled: “You bit me pretty hard. It’s been almost a week, and it still hasn’t healed.”
Tang Xin: …
Her face flushed slightly, and she awkwardly glanced at Lin Zhengxu.
“We’re leaving now. Goodbye.”
Tang Yu tossed out a sentence before directly pulling her hand and dragging her toward the car without explanation.
Tang Xin was half-dragged, half-pulled forward, cursing: “What are you doing?! Let go of me!”
Tang Yu gripped her hand tighter. She hurriedly glanced back at Lin Zhengxu. Lin Zhengxu stood where he was, a faint smile playing on his lips. He turned away and got into his car as their bickering voices gradually faded into the distance—
“My car is still over there. I need to drive it home, or how will I get to work tomorrow!”
“I’ll drive you.”
“No, I’m driving myself.”
“Listen to me.”
“…”
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Tang Xin was shoved into the backseat, and Tang Yu grabbed the bouquet of roses. She quickly snatched it back and exclaimed, “Don’t throw it away!”
Tang Yu paused, placed the flowers on the passenger seat, walked around, and got into the car from the other side.
“Drive.”
He closed the door and gave the command to the driver, leaning back in his seat and rolling down the window. Covering his nose and mouth, he sneezed.
Tang Xin, of course, knew Tang Yu was somewhat allergic to pollen. She turned to look at him, her heart softening a little. She muttered, “This is what you get for forcing me into the car.”
“Then throw the flowers away,” Tang Yu pressed his nose lightly and instructed the driver to open all the windows in front. He turned to look at her. “If you like flowers, I’ll have someone send them to you every day in the future.”
“…”
Tang Xin rolled her eyes at him. “No need.”
Afraid that he might actually send flowers, she emphasized again: “Please don’t send them.”
Tang Yu let out a cold hum, feeling better from his earlier discomfort. His pollen allergy wasn’t too severe, so he was recovering slowly. His hands rested loosely on his lap. Tang Xin glanced at the bite mark on his knuckle and asked softly, feeling a bit guilty: “Did I really bite you that hard? It’s been so long, and it still hasn’t healed.”
Wounds on the knuckle area were naturally slow to heal, especially since he washed his hands frequently and didn’t pay much attention to it.
His hands were large and slender, with distinct finger joints, looking like a piece of art. Tang Xin began to regret biting him so hard earlier. She whispered: “Will it leave a scar?”
Tang Yu glanced at her, smiling indifferently: “Then consider it a mark you’ve left on me.”
Tang Xin: …
Had he unlocked some flirtation skill?
How shameless!
Upon arriving at the garage, the two got out of the car. Tang Xin, holding the bouquet of roses, automatically distanced herself from Tang Yu.
Once inside the elevator, Tang Yu turned back, frowning as he looked at the girl standing in the farthest corner, clutching a large bunch of roses. He said unhappily: “Why are you standing so far away?”
She blinked innocently: “Isn’t it because I’m afraid the pollen will bother you?”
“It’s not that bad anymore. Come closer.”
“Still no….”
“Come here.”
“…”
Tang Xin took two steps toward him while holding the flowers. Just then, the elevator doors opened.
The two stepped out, and Tang Xin, still holding the flowers, walked directly toward the exit. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, turned around, and saw Tang Yu still standing where he was, watching her. She instinctively called out to him: “Tang Yu.”
Her soft voice reminded him of how she used to call his name.
Hearing her call his name softened his heart. He gave a low hum in response and immediately walked toward her. The rose bouquet in her arms acted almost like a barrier keeping him from getting closer—he stopped just two steps away.
She pursed her lips, lowered her head, and said: “I really liked you a lot before. Calling your name made me happy, even though you didn’t like me back then. Now that you say you like me, I somehow can’t find the same feeling of being with you as before.” She bit her lip, her voice soft and gentle: “After my confession was rejected, I never imagined you would end up pursuing me. At first, I didn’t believe it—I thought maybe you were just used to my presence. I even felt somewhat humiliated. I don’t know if you understand…”
She hadn’t spoken to him in this tone for a long time.
The Tang Xin who used to like Tang Yu was entirely soft, like a little kitten basking in the sun.
Tang Yu gazed down at her, his eyes filled with complex emotions. He looked deeply into her eyes: “Let’s take it slow. You don’t have to change yourself—just be yourself. From now on, I’ll accommodate you, okay?”
He took a deep breath, stepped forward, placed his hands on her shoulders, leaned slightly down to meet her gaze, and said softly: “It’s not because I’m used to your presence—it’s that I never considered this possibility. You’re different from others, and before I could figure out why, everything fell apart.” Things had ended disastrously—there was the forced kiss, the copyright dispute, and finally her resignation. Her stubbornness only made things worse. “I admit those events shocked me significantly, but they’re not the reason I’m pursuing you now. I’m actually someone who takes longer to warm up. If it had been a few months later, perhaps I would have been the one actively chasing you.”
Tang Xin held the big bouquet of roses, which was right under the man’s nose. He endured the discomfort, staring at her intensely: “Right now, I want to kill the version of myself that once said we weren’t compatible.”
“…”
Tang Xin looked at the man’s stern face, her heart racing, her eyes slightly bright.
The next moment—
The man couldn’t handle the scent of the roses any longer. He abruptly straightened up, covering his nose and mouth, and sneezed loudly, coughing a few times afterward.
“…”
Tang Xin quickly stepped back a few paces, holding the flowers, unable to suppress her laughter.
Tang Yu exhaled deeply, turned to look at her, frowned, and said irritably: “What’s so funny?”
This bouquet of roses really ruined the atmosphere.
“No reason,” she laughed carelessly, taking another step back. “I’ll go back now so I don’t bother you anymore.”
Tang Xin bent down to unlock the door with the keypad. A beep sounded, and the door opened.
When she turned around, she saw Tang Yu following her. He looked down at her: “Today’s half-hour isn’t over yet.”
Tang Xin: …
Not letting any opportunity slip by.
She walked in, unable to suppress a small smile when changing her shoes.
Tang Xin placed the flowers on the dining table. Tang Yu lazily leaned against her sofa, absentmindedly scratching Huarou (a cat), who was lying on his lap. His gaze followed her movements.
For some reason, after saying those words, Tang Xin belatedly felt a bit shy.
Even without speaking, the air between them was filled with warmth.
She went straight to her room, deliberately dragging her feet for nearly half an hour before coming out. The man hadn’t even changed his posture—though he had unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, making him appear more relaxed—but he was still absentmindedly petting the cat, exceptionally patient.
Tang Yu glanced at his watch—the time was up.
So fast.
He pushed Huarou aside, straightened up, and looked at her: “I’m leaving.”
Tang Xin murmured an acknowledgment, walked over, glanced at Huarou, who was reluctantly rubbing against his ankle, and mumbled: “I’ll see you to the door.”
Tang Yu’s heart softened, and he smiled faintly: “Alright.”
Tang Xin escorted him to the door. As Tang Yu stepped outside, he suddenly turned around, pressing the door to stop it from closing. He looked down at her: “When can you extend my time? Half an hour is too short.”
“…”
For some reason, she suddenly remembered a line from a movie script she had written before—
Half an hour isn’t even enough for a quickie.
Her ears reddened, and she said seriously: “I’ll add… one minute?”
Tang Yu: …
He paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled: “Will this one minute be used for kissing?”
Tang Xin: …
Dream on!
…
Time Light Entertainment had a movie premiere during the National Day holiday, and Tang Xin went to watch it after the break.
Almost after the National Day holiday, the two hadn’t seen each other. Tang Yu had been extremely busy. Even when she worked at the company, sometimes she didn’t see him for a whole week. Even though they lived next door, it could be three days, or even more than a week before they met.
He was often traveling for work—finding scripts, meeting screenwriters and directors, preparing one project after another, visiting film sets, and attending banquets and meetings.
Therefore, during the first two years of her four-year crush, Tang Xin rarely had the chance to see him. Most of the time, she saw him during script meetings or crew dinners. In the last year and a half, she managed to squeeze herself into his life bit by bit.
Honestly, he was much busier than her.
The day after eating with Lin Zhengxu, Tang Xin received a bouquet of pink roses the next day—bigger than the ones Lin Zhengxu had given her. The entire studio was filled with the fragrance of roses.
The girls in the office enviously remarked: “Is this from that fellow townsman yesterday? He’s so handsome.”
Tang Xin: …
She searched through the roses but found no card. Still, she knew Tang Yu had sent them.
For over a week, Tang Xin received a bouquet of roses every day. After a while, even she started to feel like she was developing a pollen allergy. That night, she couldn’t help but send a WeChat message to Tang Yu, who was on a business trip.
Little Rich Girl: Can you stop sending flowers to my office? Everyone says they’re from Lin Zhengxu.
Every time she spoke plainly, it inevitably upset him.
Tang Yu was currently in Xinjiang, attending a signing ceremony for a co-produced movie project. He replied: “Tomorrow’s bouquet will come with a name tag.”
Little Rich Girl: …
Was that the point?
Frustrated, she typed: “No, I don’t like roses.”
Too lazy to type, Tang Yu reclined in his chair and sent her a voice message: “Then I’ll switch to something else.”
His deep, pleasant voice resonated.
Tang Xin listened to it once and sent a string of garbled text in response.
Tang Yu lounged on the sofa, chuckled softly at the garbled text, and replied: “Were you licking the screen?”
Tang Xin: …
Her face inexplicably reddened. She tossed her phone aside and ignored him.
Tang Yu must have been replaced! So full of flirtatious talk!
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