MTL - 79

Tang Yu, the moon represents my heart. So, how much do you love me?

I think it should be a full ten points!

— “Little Sugar Heart’s Diary”

How many romances and scandals in the entertainment industry have been exposed because of not drawing the curtains? It’s not that the paparazzi are amazing; it’s just that you didn’t draw the curtains well. Tang Xin collapsed on the sofa, laughing loudly: “Sister Huan is right. Remember to draw the curtains.”

Tang Dingding was speechless. She sat next to her and softly hummed: “I’m not that stupid, and I don’t want to date anyone right now.” After thinking for a moment, she added, “Even if I do start dating, I definitely won’t get caught!”

Tang Xin chuckled: “Generally, such statements are made to be overturned. Whatever you say will come true.”

You Huan walked over with a smile, looking down at Tang Dingding: “Huo Chendong broke up. Did he contact you?”

Tang Dingding bit into her cake and smiled faintly: “You guys are strange. Why would his breakup be because of me? I liked him for so long, watching him change girlfriends one after another. It wasn’t because of me back then.”

So why must it be because of me this time?

Tang Dingding felt a bit lost. Perhaps she had seen him change girlfriends too many times, experienced too many disappointments, and waited for too long. It had reached the point where she could calmly accept it. Smiling brightly, she said: “I’ve decided to become a career-oriented woman! My focus is on my career now!”

Tang Xin asked: “Have you memorized the script? Filming starts in just over a month.”

Tang Dingding nodded: “Of course. Director Lu also asked me yesterday.” Mentioning the script, she quickly turned to Tang Xin and cautiously asked, “If I make too many mistakes during filming, will Director Lu scold me?”

Her agent had mentioned before that Lu Zhixing becomes very serious when he’s working.

Tang Xin patted her shoulder: “It depends on what scene we’re shooting and your attitude. Old Feng said that Director Lu once got angry and accidentally smashed a camera.” She smiled, “After calming down, he blamed Old Feng for not stopping him, saying cameras are so expensive.”

“...”

Tang Dingding nervously swallowed her saliva, unable to imagine the lazy and laid-back Lu Zhixing getting angry. Nervously, she called her agent and asked her to arrange more acting classes.

She didn’t want to be scolded in front of so many people.

You Huan changed the topic with a smile: “What about the other day when Mr. Tang went to your house?”

Tang Dingding paused, surprised, and looked at Tang Xin: “My brother went to your place??”

“Mhm.” Tang Xin briefly recounted what happened that day, omitting the part about Tang Yu being hit by Tang Dawei due to Little Fatty’s protective nature towards her brother. “My parents agreed to let us date.”

Tang Dingding grumbled discontentedly: “My brother is so great. Why were your parents against it?”

Tang Xin rubbed her head: “Adult matters, I don’t understand them either.”

Tang Dingding: “...”

Trying to fool her again, she huffed.

After spending half a day at You Huan’s place, the next day, Tang Xin followed the main creative team to Xiamen to scout locations for the movie shoot. The storyboard was very detailed, and Lu Zhixing had particularly high requirements for the visuals. He almost always carried the camera himself to check the shots before finalizing them.

The main filming location was in Xiamen, with a few scenes set in Yunnan. Tang Xin traveled with the crew for more than half a month, barely meeting Tang Yu face-to-face during this period. They relied on video calls and phone conversations every day.

The end of the year was Tang Yu’s busiest time because the most competitive and bustling release period in the film industry—the Spring Festival season—was approaching. Anti-Terror was scheduled to premiere on the first day of the Lunar New Year. Work and social obligations piled up together, leaving Tang Yu overwhelmed.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of the month, nearing the Chinese New Year.

At that time, Tang Xin was still in Yunnan, staying at an inn.

The night before returning to Beijing, Tang Xin finished her bath and cuddled in bed for a video call with Tang Yu. Tang Yu had just finished a business dinner, had a bit to drink, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, lazily leaning on the sofa with his hand resting on his knee, slightly looking down at the camera.

He was still devastatingly handsome, making both gods and mortals envious. Tang Xin stared at him intently, stars seemingly twinkling in her eyes.

Tang Yu enjoyed the way she looked at him, her whole heart and eyes filled with him, straightforward and passionate. His eyes held a smile as he softly asked: “Miss me?”

“Yes,” she nodded without hesitation and countered, “Don’t you miss me?”

Tang Yu nonchalantly smiled: “I do.”

The two silently gazed at each other, their eyes growing heated. After a few seconds, Tang Yu spoke: “Tomorrow, I’ll have the driver pick you up.”

The evening of the next day was Shiguang Film’s annual party. Tang Yu wanted Tang Xin to attend with him. Tang Xin felt a bit embarrassed since everyone at the company knew her. She had resigned almost a year ago, and there had been so many incidents. She felt somewhat uncomfortable attending.

Tang Xin softly said: “Can I not go?”

Going meant facing his parents and family, equivalent to meeting the parents.

The occasion was quite grand.

Tang Yu looked at her: “Tang Xin, the movie wraps up in July. Are you really not planning to return to Shiguang, hmm?”

Tang Xin paused, and Tang Yu could tell from her expression. His face turned slightly cold: “You really don’t want to come back?”

Tang Xin honestly replied: “I haven’t thought about it. I’ve only been thinking about making a good movie. I haven’t planned the next step. When I resigned before, I never considered returning...”

“Quite ruthless.”

Tang Yu leaned back, his profile facing the camera, his expression becoming increasingly cold.

Tang Xin: “...”

“Are you mad? Don’t be mad.”

“...”

“Kiss kiss.”

“...”

Tang Yu readjusted the camera, facing her directly. He raised his hand and unbuttoned another button on his shirt, casually tempting her: “You have a few months to think about it. But for the year-end party, everyone knows my girlfriend is you. Are you sure you want to leave me alone?”

He added: “People will laugh at me.”

Tang Xin: “...”

Tang Yu was truly becoming more shameless.

...

The next afternoon, upon arriving at the airport, Tang Xin was picked up by Tang Yu’s driver. Having a designer bestie meant she never had to worry about dresses and styling issues. She had the driver take her directly to You Huan’s place.

Ming Zhu was there too because Anti-Terror was about to premiere. She was following the main creative team to record a program and participate in some promotional activities.

As soon as Tang Xin walked in, You Huan handed her a dress, and Tang Xin ran inside to change. Ming Zhu glanced at the stylist waiting nearby. This stylist was also arranged by You Huan. You Huan explained: “After all, the little rich girl is going to marry Mr. Tang. No matter what, she’ll be part of high society. For such a grand occasion, she must be well-dressed.”

After Tang Xin changed into the dress, she sat in front of the dressing mirror, allowing the stylist to work on her for two hours.

The hotel was nearby, just a thirty-minute drive. After getting into the car with Ming Zhu, Tang Xin sent a message to Tang Yu, telling him she was on her way. Just after sending it, her phone rang; it was her uncle Zhong Wenbin calling: “Do you have time tonight? Go check on Zhong Yan. I suspect she’s fooling around with that man again. She’s been on vacation for several days and hasn’t returned.”

Tang Xin frowned: “Really?”

The last time she saw Zhong Yan was at her birthday party. Occasionally scrolling through her social media, everything seemed normal.

Zhong Wenbin directly said: “If you have time tonight, go check the house. Don’t tell her in advance. I’m afraid that man might come back to live with her again. Go surprise her and see if he’s there or if there are any signs of a man.” He sighed, “That girl has been deceived again.”

The year-end party would probably end late at night, but the hotel wasn’t far from there.

Tang Xin agreed: “I’ll see if I can go tonight. If not, then tomorrow morning.”

After hanging up, Ming Zhu asked: “What’s wrong?”

Tang Xin explained the situation and frowned: “Zhong Yan is really troublesome.”

Tang Xin had attended Shiguang Film’s year-end party for three years, always as a minor screenwriter. In the fourth year, she never expected to attend as Tang Yu’s girlfriend.

She and Ming Zhu took the elevator to the third floor. As soon as the elevator door opened, they saw a handsome man in a suit standing outside.

Tang Yu didn’t expect her to come with Ming Zhu. The pursuit of Ming Zhu was something everyone subconsciously tried to forget, pretending it never happened. Tang Xin smiled sweetly at him, turned to look at Ming Zhu, and whispered in her ear: “I’m going to hold my boyfriend’s arm now. I’ll find you later.”

Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for both of them to hear.

Ming Zhu smiled: “Then I’ll go in first.”

After Ming Zhu left, Tang Xin looked up at Tang Yu. They hadn’t seen each other for a month. Their eyes met, both filled with smiles. She went over and directly held onto his arm: “Let’s go in.”

Tang Yu looked down and asked: “Tired?”

Tang Xin shook her head: “Not really, just a bit nervous.”

Tang Yu reassured her: “It’s fine. My parents like you very much.”

“Of course, I’m lovable and charming.”

He chuckled softly and casually added: “And cars explode when they see you.”

“...”

Is this how you insult your girlfriend?

Before the year-end party officially began, Tang Haiming and Zeng Wan were already waiting there. Tang Yu directly brought her over. Tang Xin wore a white evening gown today, her figure graceful. After being styled by the stylist for so long, she naturally looked radiant and enchanting.

As they walked over, people automatically made way, their gazes falling on them.

Coincidentally, there was a red carpet on the floor. Tang Xin softly said: “Tang Yu, why do I feel like we’re walking down the aisle at a wedding?”

Tang Yu glanced down at her, his lips curving slightly: “Consider it practice. You’ll have to walk it eventually.”

Tang Xin’s heart started pounding. Was this a veiled proposal?

Zeng Wan looked at the two of them, finding them perfectly matched. Her gaze fell on Tang Xin, her smile gentle: “You’ve arrived. Today’s outfit looks very beautiful.”

Tang Xin felt quite flattered, smiling sweetly: “Thank you, Auntie.” Then she called out to Tang Haiming beside her: “Uncle.”

Her smile was very sweet, easily giving a favorable impression. Zeng Wan had previously asked Tang Dingding and learned everything necessary. There was nothing to criticize.

Tang Dingding came over and softly said: “Don’t be polite. We’re all family now.”

Tang Xin: “...”

She thought for a moment and nodded: “That’s right. I’m surnamed Tang too.”

Tang Dingding quickly said: “That’s not what I meant. I meant that you’ve already met each other’s parents. My brother wants to marry you. Nine points!”

Upon reflection, she realized it was incorrect. Selling her sister short, Tang Dingding sang praises for Tang Xin, personally announced their relationship, and even went to Suzhou. Each event made her feel that he was deeply in love with Tang Xin.

She looked at Tang Xin firmly and declared: “My brother loves you completely!”

Tang Xin almost fainted, hurriedly shouting: “Don’t say things randomly!”

Isn’t this ten-point love supposed to be a secret? How can you say it publicly?!

Tang Yu was somewhat puzzled, glanced down at the slightly flustered Tang Xin, and looked up at Tang Dingding: “What nine or ten points?”