MTL - 70

Tang Yu was becoming more and more cunning, but he had won my heart.

I like you so much.

— “Little Sugar Heart’s Diary”

The Weibo discussions were still in full swing, with people saying that Shiguang Film Company invested in “A Dream For You” for Tang Dingding. In the blink of an eye, Tang Yu directly revealed the harsh truth on the show, leaving the host, director, and screenwriter utterly stunned.

They never expected that the romantic relationship of Shiguang Film Company’s CEO would be unexpectedly exposed on their program.

And it was self-disclosure.

It took the host several seconds to regain composure, maintaining a professional smile: “Is the person Tang Yu referred to as Tang Xin?”

Tang Yu paused, his smile growing more relaxed: “Is there another one?”

Of course not...

It was just too surprising and needed confirmation.

Gao Heng, listening nearby, couldn’t help but wipe the sweat from his forehead. Was President Tang always this unpredictable? The show was pre-recorded and wouldn’t air until next Friday. Once it aired, it was bound to explode again.

In fact, last night after returning from the airport, Tang Yu and Tang Xin were photographed by paparazzi. Early this morning, they came knocking. Tang Yu paid a sum to buy the news. He suspected that the paparazzi had been following him and Lu Chuning for months, but since he and Lu Chuning barely interacted, they couldn’t get anything on her and turned to follow him instead.

However, they never expected to capture him with Tang Xin.

Tang Yu hadn’t mentioned this to Tang Xin. He didn’t want the paparazzi to casually expose their relationship. But now that they were being targeted, he didn’t want to hide anymore. As the CEO of Shiguang Film Company, it was normal for his marriage status to be scrutinized. He was only worried that Tang Xin might feel wronged.

Last night when he talked about posting on Weibo, it was just teasing her along with her words.

If they were to go public, it had to be in the most appropriate way chosen by him.

Tang Xin was completely unaware that their relationship was about to be exposed. After last night’s intimacy, she had basically forgotten what the fans had said. Anyway, he was with her. Even if Tang Yu didn’t love her enough, he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her.

As long as she was with him, he would protect her.

On Weibo, various news about “A Dream For You” dominated the hot topics all day. By evening, people were still digging. Netizens were quite resourceful; someone uncovered that “Rich but not Stupid” was Tang Dingding’s secondary account.

Actually, that was Tang Dingding’s main account. Her hottest post on her homepage was a retweet of Tang Xin’s reprinted advertisement lottery. Instantly, many questions arose among netizens concerned about the relationship between Tang Xin and Tang Dingding.

Tang Xin checked her number of Weibo followers. A few months ago, it was just over a million, but now it was almost five million.

When Shiguang Film Company made the official announcement in the afternoon, she had reposted it from Lu Zhixing. The two had trended twice before, and even though it had been more than half a year, some CP fans still lingered.

Even an old fan joined the frenzy, asking: “Tang Xin and Director Lu, one is the screenwriter, the other the director, truly a match made in heaven! I just want to know if it’s true?”

She thought for a moment and slowly replied: “Everyone, don’t guess randomly. Director Lu and I are work partners. I have a boyfriend [rabbit emoji].”

Perhaps due to today’s overwhelming buzz, when she returned from a shower, she found herself trending with Lu Zhixing. She never expected that a small scriptwriter clarifying rumors could trend, making her sweat.

More frustratingly, before she could open Weibo, Zhong Lijun called.

Zhong Lijun sneered: “Tell me, are you dating Tang Yu?”

Tang Xin could imagine Tang Dawei and Zhong Lijun’s expressions, fearing they’d buy plane tickets and come over tomorrow. Without missing a beat, she lied: “No, what are you thinking? I just didn’t want everyone to misunderstand, so I casually said it.”

Zhong Lijun didn’t believe her: “Just tell me honestly. Your dad isn’t around.”

Tang Xin: “...”

She felt Ms. Zhong was definitely trying to trick her into confessing, so she firmly denied it, smiling sweetly: “Really no, I promise.”

Ms. Zhong couldn’t help but roll her eyes: “Fine, make your promise, but don’t contradict yourself later.”

After hanging up, Tang Xin touched her face, feeling a bit sore.

It was almost midnight. She leaned against the bed, struggling to stay awake to send a WeChat message to Tang Yu. Just stepping out of the TV station, Tang Yu heard Gao Heng report the news on Weibo. He frowned slightly, but then relaxed after hearing everything.

Gao Heng asked: “Should we take it down?”

Tang Yu took out his phone, glanced at it, and coldly looked at him: “Why take it down?”

Gao Heng: “...”

True, the current Tang Yu had changed. He wanted the whole world to know that Miss Tang was his.

“You can go back.”

After instructing Gao Heng, Tang Yu turned and sat in the car. Once on the road, he pulled out his phone to see Tang Xin’s WeChat message.

Little Rich Girl: “Tang Yu, don’t be surprised, scared, or overly pleased when you see the Weibo trending topic, okay?”

Tang Yu: “...”

Little Rich Girl: “I just tested my mom’s reaction. She and Dad still have a negative impression of you.”

Tang Yu: “...”

Thanks to her for adding trouble late at night. Tang Yu loosened his tie, lazily leaning back in the seat, helplessly smirking as he replied: “It’s midnight, you should sleep.”

Little Rich Girl: “Don’t you want me to wait for you?”

This was blatantly seducing him.

Tang Yu squinted at the phone screen for a few seconds, sent her a red envelope, and coaxed her to sleep.

For the next few days, Tang Yu was busy because the New Year movie season was approaching. He was out early and home late. Tang Xin was busy too; the script was in its final draft stage. Though they lived next door, sometimes they didn’t even meet.

To be exact, Tang Xin didn’t see Tang Yu.

Sometimes Tang Yu came home very late and, wanting to see her, would directly unlock her door to check on her.

Tang Yu had just returned home for a few days before heading out on another business trip. The night before, he went back to the Tang family home. Tang Dingding’s schedule was packed and fulfilling these days, picking up courses she studied during her youth. How could girls raised in the Tang family be inferior?

When young, Tang Dingding had studied ballet, piano, guzheng, calligraphy, etc. Even if she was a bit slow, she excelled in a few areas. Such a girl, even if not Tang Yu’s sister, placed in the entertainment circle, could become famous.

When he got home, Tang Dingding had just finished her acting class and was chatting with Zeng Wan.

Zeng Wan couldn’t get information about Tang Xin from Tang Yu, so she asked Tang Dingding. She had asked this question several times: “Does Tang Xin mind? Even if your brother... pursued her best friend, does she really not mind?”

Tang Dingding smiled: “Yes, he worked hard to win her.”

Zeng Wan snorted: “He gave you away to be the lead actress?”

Tang Dingding sighed: “Exactly, I never realized my brother valued beauty over his sister so much.”

Tang Yu walked in, placed his coat on the sofa, emotionlessly glanced at them, his gaze landing on Tang Dingding’s face, and said blandly: “Is that so? All those years, I’ve wasted my affection on you.”

Tang Dingding was still holding Hua Juan and quickly apologized: “I take back what I said!”

“Too late.”

Zeng Wan ignored their sibling banter and looked at Tang Yu: “When will you bring her over? Last time, there were so many people, I didn’t have time to talk to her properly. I wonder if she’s compatible with us...”

Tang Yu, who was about to go upstairs, glanced at her upon hearing this: “In a few days. Since she gets along well with Tang Dingding, she’ll get along with you too.”

The recording of the show was about to air soon.

Zeng Wan assumed he was busy and waved it off: “Alright, alright, go ahead and busy yourself. Having a girlfriend is good. Better than Lu Chuning online. Screenwriters don’t need to run around all the time; they’re more home-focused.”

Tang Dingding hurriedly shoved Hua Juan into Zeng Wan’s arms. Zeng Wan disliked cats and pushed them away quickly: “Go, go, take it away!”

There was no time for gossip anymore.

Tang Yu faintly smirked and turned to go upstairs.

That night, Tang Xin had just finished bathing, wearing a silk loungewear. Her slender, white arms were exposed. Just stepping into the living room, there was a knock on the door, followed by a WeChat message on her phone.

She had a hunch and quickly ran to open the door.

Tang Yu, dressed all in black, stood tall at the doorway. He quickly walked in, closed the door, touched her arm, and whispered: “Not cold?”

Tang Xin looked up at him and softly said: “I thought you’d come back very late tonight and wouldn’t come over.”

Tang Yu took off his coat, leaving only a thin black sweater. He led her to sit on the sofa, lazily leaning back, hugging her waist. His gaze lingered on her chest, squinted his eyes, rolled his Adam’s apple, and averted his gaze.

Unaware, Tang Xin nestled against his chest, softly murmuring: “My script is almost done, probably in the next few days. Then I might go back to Suzhou for a while. It’s been a long time since I’ve been back.”

“How many days?”

He locked her in his arms, pressing on her waist.

“Four or five days. Don’t we need to scout locations?” Tang Xin, feeling boneless, hugged his neck. After thinking for a moment, she decided to tell him: “There’s something I should tell you. Lu Zhixing didn’t know about your relationship with Lu Chuning and has already communicated with her side. She will make a cameo appearance.”

Finished speaking, she fixed her eyes on him.

She wanted to see his reaction.

Tang Yu furrowed his brows: “You don’t mind?”

Tang Xin hummed: “Why should I mind? Although I don’t like her, she’s actively bringing traffic to my movie. Why refuse such an offer...” She lowered her head, softly muttering, “Who knows who will lose out. In the end, she might regret it.”

Even so, Tang Yu wasn’t too willing for her to interact much with Lu Chuning.

But since she had said this, he wouldn’t interfere further.

“Yes.” He pinched her slimming waist, smirking at her, “No one can bully you except me.”

“You can’t either!” she immediately rebutted.

The next second, she was pressed into the sofa. The man’s warm hand had lifted her hem at some point, and his rough, warm palm touched her delicate, fair skin. Tang Xin felt dizzy, her heart pounding wildly. Her watery eyes gazed at him, her breathing quickening.

“Really can’t?”