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—— The Diary of a Little Tyrant
Look, I embarrassed myself again in front of Tang Yu, but he said he liked me even more.
After thinking about it, I realized that while the wound was on me, the pain was in his heart.
He finally got a taste of heartache.
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Time flew by, and it was already late October—a deep autumn season with falling leaves and a desolate atmosphere.
Both of them barely had any holidays. Tang Xin was fine; she rested for two or three days. But Tang Yu had been traveling for work almost the entire month of October.
Tang Xin always caught colds during seasonal changes, especially since she had been overworking and her body was breaking down. After taking some cold medicine, she went to bed early.
She was woken up by her phone. Groggily, she fumbled for it under her pillow and answered. By the time she heard everything, she was wide awake. She sat up in bed, her voice hoarse from both her cold and just waking up, and asked coldly: “What did you say?”
Zhong Yan sobbed: “Zhou Yang owes money to loan sharks… They’ve taken us hostage here, and they even took nude photos of me…”
After the other side finished speaking, the call ended.
Tang Xin irritably grabbed at her hair, her head pounding as she climbed out of bed and splashed cold water on her face.
Once she was a bit more clear-headed, she grabbed her bank card, car keys, and phone and headed out.
Late at night, the black business car had just turned into the residential complex’s gate when Tang Yu, leaning against the backseat, saw a white Macan drive past. In an instant, the cars passed each other, and before he could get a good look at her face, the white car sped off.
Tang Yu froze for a moment, instinctively glancing at the time—
12:01 AM.
What was she doing out so late? Tang Yu frowned and quickly instructed the driver: “Turn around and follow that white car.”
“Ah, okay.”
The driver hastily replied, though he hadn’t noticed what kind of car it was earlier. From the rearview mirror, he could only faintly see the back of a white Macan speeding away. By the time he turned around, the car had already exited the intersection.
“For now, just drive out,” Tang Yu frowned and called Tang Xin.
At this hour, there were fewer cars on the road, and Tang Xin was driving within the speed limit. The phone sitting in the center console suddenly rang. Thinking it was Zhong Yan, she answered via Bluetooth. A deep male voice came through: “Why are you out so late? Is something wrong?”
Tang Xin instinctively slowed the car and was a little surprised: “You know I’m out? Aren’t you on a business trip?”
“I just got back and saw you at the entrance,” Tang Yu told the driver to turn right, catching a glimpse of her car’s tail lights. “What’s going on if you’re out so late? Did something happen?”
Tang Xin hesitated for a moment, then gave a small hum of affirmation.
Ahead, the traffic light turned red, and she sped through just in time, turning the corner and disappearing from sight. Unfortunately, the next light was a two-minute wait. The driver, stuck behind the red light, asked anxiously: “Mr. Tang, where should we go now?”
Tang Yu frowned and asked into the phone: “Where are you?”
Tang Xin gripped the steering wheel, her mind racing. She lowered her voice: “It’s fine. I can handle it myself. Just give me the money.”
When she was younger, Tang Dawei used to chase debtors for loan sharks, so Tang Xin knew how ruthless these people could be. If you couldn’t pay them back, they would resort to all sorts of cruel tactics. And calling the police wouldn’t help much—these people had ways to deal with you.
People without connections or a background in this kind of underworld wouldn’t dare to lend money at high interest rates.
Money was the only solution to everything.
That idiot Zhong Yan—she had told her to break up with Zhou Yang, and yet this still happened.
Tang Yu immediately thought of her previous phone call asking for 500,000 yuan. His voice grew colder: “How can I possibly be at ease knowing you’re out so late because something happened?” He glanced impatiently at the green light. “The driver lost sight of your car—we’re stuck at this traffic light. Tell me the address.”
Tang Xin fell silent for a moment, then rushed through another red light before giving him the location.
It was quite far—an old KTV near her apartment. Tang Yu had never even heard of it. He warned her: “Wait for me downstairs when you arrive.”
Tang Xin neither agreed nor refused. After hanging up, Tang Yu immediately searched for directions and told the driver to follow the navigation. Their luck was bad—they seemed to hit every red light at every intersection. Meanwhile, Tang Xin’s car sailed smoothly through, and in an instant, the distance between the two vehicles stretched longer and longer.
Tang Yu’s voice turned icy: “Drive faster.”
“Yes.”
The driver nervously pressed the gas pedal, thinking that if Tang Yu hadn’t been drinking, he would have probably kicked him out of the car and driven himself by now.
Tang Xin had just parked her car downstairs when Zhong Yan called again, urgently saying: “Sis, are you here? Hurry up and come inside! They’re threatening to release my photos if you don’t hurry…”
Tang Xin hesitated for a moment, then walked into the KTV. “Which room are you in? I’m here.”
“I’m on the fifth floor. I’ll wait for you outside once you come upstairs…”
Tang Xin stepped into the elevator, but either the signal was bad or her voice sounded strange—it was choppy and broken.
This KTV was old and poorly decorated, with few customers. Many of the private rooms were empty. When she reached the fifth-floor corridor, she didn’t see Zhong Yan. Just as she pulled out her phone to call, the door beside her suddenly opened. A burly man stood in the doorway, glanced at her, and before Tang Xin could scream, she was yanked forward, her mouth covered, and thrown into the room.
Her phone slipped from her hand, landing just at the threshold. As the heavy door slammed shut, it crushed the phone screen, shattering it into a spiderweb of cracks.
Tang Xin’s eyes widened in shock, and she began to struggle fiercely. She kicked backward with all her might, her nails digging into the man’s hand. Not expecting such ferocity from a young woman, the man cried out in pain from both her kick and her scratch, loosening his grip on her.
“Damn it! You bitch actually fought back?”
Cursing, he grabbed her hair and slapped her across the face.
The force of the slap turned Tang Xin’s head sideways, her right cheek burning with pain. Her head spun, and she felt completely disoriented. What stung the most was the humiliation—she had never been slapped in her life.
The man still held her hair, glaring down at her with a menacing expression: “Behave yourself.”
Tang Xin’s eyes were red with anger, her chest rising and falling as she glared at him fiercely, clenching her teeth.
“Let go of my cousin!”
Zhong Yan was being pinned to the sofa, her clothes disheveled, her eyes red and swollen as she shouted. Zhou Yang looked even worse—someone had shoved him onto the edge of the sofa, his face pressed against the floor, which was littered with shards of broken glass. Several cuts marred his cheeks, erasing any trace of the clean-cut, sunny image he once had.
Only then did the man in gray, sitting in the middle of the sofa, speak: “Let her go. She’s here to pay. Why use violence?”
The man finally released Tang Xin. Her chest burned with rage, exacerbated by her cold, making her feel like her entire body was on fire. Clenching her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms, she forced herself to stay calm and collected. She walked to the door, picked up her shattered phone, and found it already black-screened.
She looked at them: “How much?”
When she spoke, she realized just how hoarse her voice truly was.
“Six hundred thousand.”
“…”
Tang Xin glared fiercely at Zhong Yan, her hands trembling with anger. Zhong Yan, overcome with shame, buried her face and cried.
The loan was taken out under Zhong Yan’s name, so there was no way around it—even if it was a high-interest loan, they had to repay it.
Delete the photos, pay the money.
Tang Xin truly handed over all her savings. At this point, her total remaining balance didn’t exceed ten thousand yuan. Her cheek still burned, and she was physically and emotionally exhausted, her mind foggy. Still, she couldn’t stop thinking about how to retaliate for that slap.
Just as they were about to leave, one of the men muttered something low under his breath. Zhong Yan suddenly snapped, rushing forward and grabbing his collar, shouting furiously: “Did you hide more photos?! Did you?! Delete them right now!”
Tang Xin turned around quickly, about to say something, when Zhong Yan was yanked away and shoved forcefully. She stumbled backward, crashing into Tang Xin. Already weak and dizzy, Tang Xin staggered and fell heavily backward.
Zhou Yang managed to grab her arm just in time, but her body was half-suspended, her left hand instinctively bracing against the ground.
The ground was covered in shards of broken glass…
In an instant, searing pain shot through her palm.
She screamed in agony, tears streaming down her face.
Zhou Yang hurriedly pulled her up.
BANG—
The door was kicked open.
Tang Yu, unable to get through to Tang Xin on the phone, walked in with a dark expression. His eyes immediately landed on her, and then he saw her blood-soaked palm—fresh red drops of blood were falling steadily, contrasting sharply against her pale skin, making the sight all the more shocking.
In that instant, his heart clenched painfully, as if someone had squeezed it tightly.
Tang Yu strode toward her, pulling her into his arms and holding her close. Carefully, he lifted her hand, which was embedded with shards of glass, the flesh torn and bloody. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he forced himself to swallow the overwhelming emotions swelling within him.
When he looked down at her again, his gaze fell on the red handprint on her cheek and the tears welling up in her eyes, and he was consumed by rage. Clenching his jaw, his cold, sharp eyes swept across everyone present, and he ground out, word by word:
“Who hit her?”
Dressed in a black suit, Tang Yu exuded an air of refinement and authority. Not only did everyone recognize his face, but they also knew his wealth and background. The loan sharks froze where they stood, their minds racing with panic. The driver had noticed something was off earlier and called for backup.
Whether intimidated by Tang Yu’s tone and gaze or shocked by his sudden appearance, no one answered immediately.
After the initial sharp pain subsided, Tang Xin’s hand was still dripping blood, and she leaned weakly against him. His broad, sturdy shoulders enveloped her, offering a sense of security that spread throughout her body.
The man glanced down at the pitiful girl in his arms, his eyes still smoldering with residual anger from his outburst just moments ago.
A second later, he regained his composure, and his gaze softened with tenderness and concern.
Without hesitation, he scooped her up and carried her toward the door. Glancing at the driver, he instructed curtly:
“Stay here. No one leaves.”
The driver, a retired soldier from Tang Yu’s grandfather’s military unit, acted not only as a chauffeur but also as a bodyguard. He knew exactly what needed to be done.
Just as they reached the doorway, the girl in his arms suddenly grabbed his collar, her voice trembling and faint:
“Tang Yu.”
He paused mid-step and looked down at her. “Hmm?”
“I’ve never been slapped in my life… until now.”
Her head was buried in the warmth of his shoulder. Though her voice was soft, Tang Yu heard every ounce of her stubbornness and suppressed fury. His jaw tightened as he asked in a low voice:
“Who hit you?”
At this moment, Zhong Yan finally snapped out of her daze and pointed to a burly man with a menacing face. “Him…”
Tang Yu calmly set Tang Xin down, but as she tried to move forward, someone held her back.
With a deep voice, he uttered two words—
“Watch her.”
Tang Yu had always believed that slapping someone across the face was one of the most humiliating acts. Real fights between men involved fists, not slaps. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been in a physical altercation. Back when his uncle, Tang Haicheng, hadn’t yet broken his leg during a mission, they used to spar whenever they had the chance.
In recent years, aside from occasional training sessions, he hadn’t fought anyone.
The burly man reacted a beat too late as Tang Yu yanked him out. Before he could fully comprehend what was happening, a fist slammed into his nose. Tang Yu’s punches—learned from Tang Haicheng—were swift, brutal, and efficient.
The man let out a series of agonized screams, blood smearing across his face.
Tang Yu pinned him down, twisting his arm behind his back. In a flash, before anyone could process his movements, there was a sharp snap , followed by another scream. The man’s arm went limp—it was dislocated.
The entire ordeal lasted less than a minute.
Tang Yu swiftly concluded the matter, his expression calm as he turned to the girl still standing frozen in place, her hand still dripping blood. He approached her, scooped her up without delay, and walked out of the room, not sparing a glance at the chaos left behind.
The aftermath didn’t matter to him anymore.
Zhong Yan and Zhou Yang finally came to their senses and hurried after them, only to be stopped by the driver. Zhong Yan, her eyes red, explained: “She’s my cousin. The girl Tang Yu took is my sister.”
The driver nodded and stepped aside.
As they reached the entrance, the police arrived. Zhong Yan, who had intended to chase after Tang Xin, turned around to find Zhou Yang gone.
She bit her lip and went back to look for him.
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Outside.
Tang Yu carried her toward a taxi parked by the curb. Tang Xin was numb from the pain, her cold worsening. She nestled weakly into the warmth of his neck, inhaling his comforting scent.
Strangely, despite her exhaustion and the foggy haze clouding her mind, her nerves were unusually alert. Her bright, tear-filled eyes gazed up at him.
Her hand was still bleeding, but she didn’t complain about the pain.
Her first words were: “Tang Yu, if you ever starred in an action movie, you’d definitely become famous.”
Tang Yu frowned as he glanced at her bloodied hand. His heart ached with frustration and pity, but he couldn’t help feeling a little exasperated that she could still joke at a time like this. Supporting her hips, he opened the car door and carefully placed her inside.
Only then did he murmur softly: “If you ever need me to, I’ll consider it.”
“Really?”
Her voice was faint and trembling.
Her hand hurt so much.
“Mm,” he replied in a low voice.
Tang Yu instructed the driver to head to the nearest hospital. Once the car started moving, he carefully picked up her injured hand, cradling it gently in his palm. He stared silently at the shards of glass embedded in her flesh, swallowing hard as if trying to suppress something intense.
Tang Xin leaned heavily against his broad shoulder, drawing strength from him with each breath. She inhaled deeply, as if stealing oxygen from him to ease her pain.
Her mind was hazy, but a faint smile crossed her lips before she fell silent.
She must have been in immense pain—and utterly exhausted.
After a while, she murmured softly: “You hit him pretty hard.”
Her voice was soft and hoarse, almost brushing against the pulse in his neck, seeping into his bones. Tang Yu felt his pores tingle, his throat tightening as he responded in a raspy tone: “Didn’t you say you don’t take losses? I’m settling the score for you.”
It wasn’t just about that.
His gaze drifted absently out the window.
During their worst conflicts, even when he rejected her, she had never cried in front of him—only her eyes would redden. She always played the role of the fearless “Little Tyrant,” acting as if nothing hurt. He didn’t know whether she cried behind his back.
So, when he saw her face swollen and streaked with tears, it felt like a gaping wound had been ripped open in his chest. Anger and heartache intertwined within him.
How dare anyone bully his Little Tyrant.
And in such a cruel way.
Upon arriving at the hospital, Tang Yu carried her out of the car. Tang Xin kept her head bowed, her forehead pressed against his neck. Her fever was rising, and she remained silent.
The girl was burning up.
He glanced down and noticed her entire face was flushed, especially her right cheek.
Tang Yu’s expression grew grim as he quickened his pace. Unfortunately, Tang Xin was wearing a loose white sweater and jeans, both smeared with blood. Tang Yu’s collar and hands were stained as well, making the scene look alarming.
The nurses and doctors rushed over with a stretcher, urging them to hurry: “Quick, quick! Put her here!”
Tang Yu placed her down, but her right hand clung stubbornly to his suit collar. With a delicate frown, she whispered in frustration: “Ugh, this is so embarrassing.”
He didn’t catch it and leaned closer: “Hmm?”
Tang Xin opened her eyes, her gaze dropping to her bloodstained hand and sweater. Her voice grew slightly louder: “I said it’s embarrassing. You’re seeing me like this—I’ve never been so humiliated in my life.”
She couldn’t bear to imagine how she looked right now—she must have appeared hideous. Her heart sank with despair.
Even during heartbreak, she hadn’t felt this wretched.
No, wait—when he rejected her, she had acted so carefree and composed.
Tang Yu looked at her helplessly, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. He murmured softly: “It’s okay. I like you even more now.”
“…”
Her heart fluttered, her head spinning. She raised her eyes, looking at him with an expression of pitiful vulnerability.
Tang Yu’s heart melted completely.
The next second.
She lowered her gaze and muttered: “You’re such a pervert.”
Tang Yu: “...”
He licked his dry lips, gently pried her hand away, and shrugged nonchalantly: “Then so be it.”
The two nurses and surrounding doctors fell silent for a moment. They had been preparing for an emergency, but somehow, they were overwhelmed by the sweetness in the air. One of the younger nurses cleared her throat and asked hesitantly: “Do we still need to rush her to the ER?”
Tang Yu straightened up, his voice firm: “Yes.”
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