MTL - 73

Tang Yu, a cold and restrained man who knows how to whisper sweet nothings and flirtatious words—I can like you even more, just a little bit more than ten points. Just a tiny bit.

— “Little Sugar Heart’s Diary”

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Tang Xin felt that Tang Yu deliberately emphasized the word “little.” She blinked nervously and innocently, not thinking there was anything wrong with her way of addressing him. Should she call him like in those smutty novels?

She could do it, but she was afraid he would think she was too immodest.

But men, no matter how cold or restrained, are still sensitive about certain things, especially in front of their girlfriends. Tang Yu was no exception. He smirked at her, his eyes filled with deep meaning, making Tang Xin’s heart race wildly.

The man rubbed her waist and suddenly chuckled, teasing softly: “Are you this happy about going public with our relationship? Happy enough to want to give yourself to me?”

Tang Xin: “...”

Her face flushed red, and she felt annoyed. Suddenly, she hooked her arms around his neck and forcefully kissed his lips. Tang Yu squinted slightly, feeling uncomfortable from her collision. It seemed she had never known what gentleness was; every time she initiated a kiss, she would charge at him.

He sighed inwardly, his hand supporting the back of her head, capturing her lips in a deep kiss, not gentle at all.

His girlfriend seemed to have a bit of a masochistic streak...

Since she liked things a bit intense, as a man, he had no reason not to satisfy and cooperate. Tang Xin was kissed until she was dizzy and disoriented, completely unaware that in his mind, she had already become someone with a masochistic disposition.

The room was quiet and dim, hazy and ambiguous. The air grew humid and warm. Cotton had somehow moved from the living room into the bedroom, curling up on the carpet like a fluffy ball, looking up with its round, curious eyes at the two entwined on the bed. Mixed with the sounds of kisses and heavy breathing, it made one’s heart race and face flush.

Tang Yu held her, burying himself in the crook of her neck, kissing her gently and densely. His breath was scorching.

Tang Xin trembled all over, gasping for air with her mouth open. Suddenly, something felt off about her body. She opened her eyes hazily, her mind exploding with clarity for a moment. Her hands quickly grabbed at his tense, sweaty shirt.

She closed her eyes, shyly reminding him: “Tang Yu, um, you should calm down first. I forgot something...”

“Hmm?” His voice was low and hoarse.

“My period hasn’t ended yet...”

As the one who had taken the initiative, she felt extremely sorry and awkwardly sensed the changes in his body.

“...”

Borrowing the soft light from outside the door, Tang Yu looked at the blushing, embarrassed woman beneath him. His eyes had a hint of crimson. He took a deep breath, rolled over to embrace her, and chuckled hoarsely: “I didn’t plan on doing anything serious anyway. What are you thinking?”

Tang Xin blinked, her gaze drifting downward, whispering: “But you...”

Tang Yu closed his eyes, restraining himself: “Normal reaction.”

Tang Xin: “...”

Oh, she rolled her eyes. So that meant it was normal, right?

Afraid she might overthink, Tang Yu ruffled her hair, his voice low and hoarse: “Even if you weren’t on your period, I couldn’t touch you today. Don’t overthink it.”

She paused, sitting up to look at him, “Because of my dad?”

Tang Yu glanced at her sideways, seeing one of her smooth, white shoulders exposed loosely. He took a deep breath, sat up, buttoned up her clothes, tidied her up, and casually grabbed a pillow to place on his lap. His shirt was unbuttoned to the third button, and he relaxed against the headboard.

Her gaze fixed on where the pillow covered, then rolled around curiously, looking at his slightly reddened ear, muttering: “Are you really this conservative?”

Tang Yu: “...”

Tang Xin continued: “Even if we did it, my dad wouldn’t know.”

Tang Yu suddenly frowned, pulling her close, loosely hugging her, looking down at her: “What are you afraid of?”

Tang Xin paused, shaking her head: “I’m not afraid.”

Tang Yu pursed his lips, looking at her inquisitively. After a while, he softly laughed: “Just got scolded by your dad. Even if I were more impulsive, I couldn’t be so reckless as to lure you into bed. Going public with our relationship wasn’t for this either. Since we’ve been photographed, there’s no need to sneak around, and I don’t want you to be misunderstood and chased with insults.” He leaned down to kiss her lips lightly, “Your parents raised you, taught you to be proud and self-loving, not to let yourself get hurt. That’s good, even better than what my parents taught. At least Dingding isn’t as stubborn as you. If I weren’t watching her, she probably wouldn’t be as rational. If I can provide you with better care and arrangements in certain aspects, why shouldn’t I?”

“You were raised so well by your parents. When you come to me, I can ensure better material conditions for you, but I don’t know if I can make your psychological happiness any better. But at least it shouldn’t be worse than theirs.”

“With me, you’re still the little tyrant. If anything happens, I’ll have your back. I won’t let you suffer any losses or feel wronged.”

“Do you understand?”

He suddenly remembered a psychology book he had read before, recalling the hints she hid in the pages of “A Dream For You” and the secrets hidden in her Weibo posts. He suddenly realized that she probably wasn’t a masochist.

She just wanted to satisfy her own vulnerability and insecurity hidden beneath her tough exterior through this intense way.

Tang Xin’s eyes reddened, deeply moved inside, rubbing her head against his chest: “Tang Yu, I really like you.” With Tang Yu’s wealth and power, if he truly supported her, she would probably be more than just a little tyrant; she could do anything without restraint.

The man paused, laughing softly: “Mm, I like you too.”

She added cheerfully: “Having money is great.”

Tang Yu: “...”

She leaned in to kiss him again.

He turned his face away, looking down at her with a cold expression.

“I’m just on my period. Are you not even letting me kiss you?” She looked pitifully sad.

“...”

What kind of logic is this!

Tang Yu took a deep breath, kissed her lips lightly, and reassured her softly: “I’ll go back first, then come over later.”

Tang Xin blinked, deliberately holding onto his waist tightly: “Why do you need to go back?”

Tang Yu stayed silent for half a minute, then leaned down to bite her ear: “What do you think?” Her body trembled, and he took the opportunity to pull away, got up from the bed, took a few steps, and glanced back at her: “I’ll go take a shower. What are you thinking about?”

Without waiting for her reaction, he left.

Tang Xin sat on the bed, her face slightly red. Suddenly, she quickly climbed off the bed, patted Cotton who was lying on the carpet, and walked out of her house. Standing at Tang Yu’s doorstep, she pressed her birthday numbers, and the lock actually opened.

A few seconds later, the man walked out from the bedroom door. His shirt buttons were all undone, revealing smooth muscle lines. His belt was loosened, and the zipper of his pants was halfway down. His whole demeanor was full of desire and sexiness.

Tang Xin froze in the living room, her breath caught.

He half-closed his eyes, watching the little tyrant who sneaked into his home. His breathing tightened slightly, and he turned to enter the bathroom, “Wait for me outside.”

“...”

Tang Xin bit her lip, suddenly walking quickly to follow him. Hearing the water start running in the master bathroom, she turned the knob without hesitation.

The man had already taken off his shirt, broad shoulders and narrow waist, with clean and perfect back muscles. He turned to look at her, his gaze somewhat cold, but his Adam’s apple uncontrollably rolled. He laughed softly, not calmly: “Come to watch?”

The little tyrant, blushing, walked over, pressing her cheek against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, murmuring: “I came to help Little Tang Yu get acquainted.”

“...”

After a while.

Her back pressed against the cool tiles, and the man breathed heavily by her ear, asking: “Is it small?”

Little Tyrant: “...”

On the verge of tears.

...

The next morning, Tang Xin was an hour late for work again. As soon as she walked into the office, everyone’s eyes turned to her. The male colleagues’ gazes were suggestive, while the female colleagues looked envious.

She suddenly felt a bit embarrassed, pretending to be calm as usual and greeting them: “Good morning.”

After saying that, she quickly slipped into her office.

Upon entering, she received another round of stares.

Feng Cheng joked with a laugh: “Sugar Heart, you’re very famous now. Are you debuting?”

Tang Xin sat down and opened her computer, seriously: “No, I’m very expensive.”

A junior screenwriter nearby leaned over and whispered: “Does your period still hurt? You’re late again today.”

“A bit...” She lied without changing her expression, though her hand holding the mouse trembled slightly.

“Then drink some brown sugar water and soak a few red dates. I have some here.”

“Okay, thank you.”

Last night’s events caused quite a stir. Since Tang Dingding’s Weibo was almost overwhelmed, she posted a long Weibo according to her agent’s advice.

Tang Dingding V: At first, I really didn’t want to act. It was unexpected that Director Lu Zhixing and Sugar Heart chose me. But I indeed didn’t plan to enter the entertainment industry. Now, everyone knows that I’m bringing investment into the project because my brother is pursuing my sister-in-law. So, the rumors smearing Sugar Heart online can stop. I’ve seen how hard my brother has worked to pursue Sugar Heart. They’re together now and doing well. I hope everyone doesn’t disturb them too much.

For the past few months, I’ve been taking acting classes. Maybe I don’t have much talent, and I’m not from a professional acting background, but that doesn’t affect my dedication to this job.

Suddenly receiving so much attention, there’s definitely pressure, but more importantly, motivation.

I will work hard and hope not to disappoint everyone.

...

Because of Tang Dingding’s Weibo post, the heat hasn’t subsided yet.

Tang Xin secretly checked Weibo, startled by the number of comments and @ mentions, but she didn’t look closely and closed it directly.

At noon, Tang Xin’s hands trembled a bit as she typed. Lu Zhixing came in, glanced at her, and chuckled: “Take a break. No need to rush. The script is almost done.”

Tang Xin’s face reddened, laughing awkwardly and agreeing. She couldn’t say that her trembling hands weren’t due to typing but rather helping her boyfriend. How could she know that such things were so difficult?

This morning, Tang Yu’s driver took her to work. Tang Yu had driven to the company early in the morning, so they didn’t meet. Last night’s encounter wasn’t pleasant, and Little Tang Yu wasn’t Little Tang Yu anymore.

She wanted to change its name.

To—

The Source of All Evil!

She had a premonition that she couldn’t outsmart Tang Yu.

She would be utterly crushed.

...

In Shiguang Film Company, after Tang Yu finished a meeting with Huo Chendong and entered the office, Huo Chendong leaned on the sofa, glanced at Weibo, and read Tang Dingding’s Weibo again.

He looked at Tang Yu: “Dingding has been busy lately?”

It had been many days since he last saw her. Her independent studio had been established, renovated, and managed by a dedicated agent. She seemed to have also taken on advertisements.

These, Huo Chendong hadn’t interfered with, and he wasn’t even clear about her whereabouts.

Tang Yu stood behind the desk, giving him a cold glance: “Yes, she’s pretty busy.”

Huo Chendong knew Tang Yu didn’t want to talk about Tang Dingding with him. After a few moments of silence, just as the secretary brought in the meal, he scanned it, chuckled, and changed the topic: “Little Sugar Heart isn’t giving you kidney-nourishing meals anymore?”