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I’m the one with consistent taste? Isn’t that a good thing? It proves I’m loyal!
—Little Tangxin’s Diary
Tang Xin suddenly jolted, her mind clearing completely. She lifted her head from his embrace and murmured: “Is that so?”
“What do you think?” Tang Yu coldly glanced down at her, not hesitating to pinch her waist. “Reflect on it yourself.”
“…”
It was true—ever since she was young, she had always been attracted to men who looked good in suits. During high school, Han Yang already had that refined demeanor. Sometimes, he would wear a white shirt, exuding an upright, clean, and reserved aura. But he wasn’t aloof; his personality was sunny, making him well-liked both inside and outside the class.
Tang Xin’s feelings for Han Yang were nothing more than youthful infatuation. Over the years, she had met many handsome men with similar temperaments who looked good in suits. But only Tang Yu had reached the pinnacle of her expectations—he seemed tailor-made for her preferences.
Perhaps that was why she hid her feelings so deeply—the deeper her love, the more afraid she was of losing him.
If her first love at sight could make her pine for four years, now she was deeply in love with this man.
She leaned closer to kiss him affectionately, her eyes sparkling: “I only love you now. It has nothing to do with anyone else.”
Tang Yu propped up one leg, lounging lazily as he asked softly: “So you’re no longer interested in my money or looks?”
Tang Xin smiled brightly, humming lightly: “Why are you being so childish… Holding such a grudge.”
Tang Yu replied indifferently: “It’s not about holding a grudge—it’s about caring.”
Tang Xin froze. She had used those excuses to protect her pride and self-esteem when she was rejected, but she never expected him to care so deeply for so long. Suddenly, she couldn’t tell who loved whom more.
Perhaps…
Unaware love is the most touching kind.
He had unknowingly placed her at the center of his heart.
She tilted her face up to look at him, hooking her arms around his neck, and suddenly kissed him, her eyes brimming with stars: “I love you, Tang Yu.”
Tang Yu’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his heart melting. He pulled her onto his lap, letting her sit on him, and casually raised an eyebrow: “Is there anything else you want to tell me? Like the secret you wanted to share with me before—what is it? How many secrets are there?”
Earlier, after they had finished, her soft skin had pressed against him in this position, making her blush slightly. She rested her head against his chest and whispered softly: “You guess.”
“No guessing.” He leaned over to kiss her ear, his breath warm: “I want to hear you say it.”
“…”
“You won’t say it?”
Why did he insist on making her say it? She felt like he already knew everything but pretended otherwise. Tang Xin bit his Adam’s apple in frustration: “Don’t act innocent after getting what you want.”
Tang Yu’s breathing quickened, and he leaned down to capture her lips: “If you won’t say it, then let’s continue.”
When the air grew unbearably heated, her eyes shimmered with tears, gazing at him tenderly.
“Tang Yu, do you believe in love at first sight?”
“If you say so, I’ll believe it.”
“That’s all I have to say.”
This is my secret, Tang Yu.
…
The next afternoon, Tang Xin brought Tang Yu home for lunch. Zhong Lijun and Tang Dawei were surprised to see him—they had thought Tang Xin wouldn’t be staying overnight, assuming she was staying at a hotel with Mingzhu and You Huan.
They didn’t expect Tang Yu.
Tang Dawei’s expression remained calm, but at least he didn’t drive Tang Yu away this time.
Zhong Lijun was delighted, smiling warmly: “Oh, why didn’t you let us know beforehand? We didn’t prepare much food for lunch.”
Tang Yu handed over the gifts he brought, smiling: “It’s alright. It’s my fault for not giving you a heads-up.”
Tang Xin tugged on Tang Dawei’s arm, coaxing him to say something. It was the New Year, after all—don’t give her boyfriend a hard time.
Tang Dawei glanced at her and lightly hummed: “Come in and eat.”
At the dining table, Tang Dawei opened a bottle of alcohol, and Tang Yu accompanied him with a few drinks.
After the meal, everyone sat on the sofa chatting while a rerun of the gala played on the TV. Zhong Lijun cut a plate of fruit and placed it on the coffee table before sitting down and asking: “Are you two heading back together tomorrow?”
Tang Xin smiled: “Mm.”
Tang Yu had to go to Shanghai the next day, and Tang Xin would go with him, returning to Beijing the day after.
Zhong Lijun glanced at Tang Yu and cautiously asked: “You’ve been quite busy lately, right?”
Tang Yu nodded: “Yes, very busy.”
As if anticipating what her mother was going to say, Tang Xin quickly interjected: “I’m busy too! Once we get back, filming for the movie will start soon.”
Her meaning was clear—don’t rush them into marriage.
They were still in the honeymoon phase, and Tang Xin didn’t want their parents pressuring them into marriage. Besides, once filming began, she’d be busy following the crew. She was enjoying their current state and didn’t want to rush into wedding preparations.
Tang Dawei, who had been watching TV, suddenly turned to Tang Yu: “How’s that Zhou Yang kid doing these days?”
Tang Yu didn’t expect him to bring up Zhou Yang so suddenly. He answered honestly: “He was released by the police to act as bait, but don’t worry—he can’t harm Tang Xin anymore.”
“That’s good,” Tang Dawei nodded. “I just worry about his accomplices or others who might hold a grudge against Tang Xin.”
“I’ll protect her.”
Tang Dawei had a sharp eye for people, and after several encounters, he trusted Tang Yu’s character. However, some things needed to be said upfront. He calmly looked at him: “I don’t oppose you two being together. If you decide to marry in the future, I won’t oppose it either. Just remember what you’ve said—don’t ever hurt her.”
Tang Yu squeezed Tang Xin’s hand and solemnly promised: “I won’t. You can rest assured.”
Tang Dawei held a cigarette in his hand, but because Zhong Lijun was present, he didn’t dare light it. Clutching it, he huffed: “How can I be sure? You’ve got a past. How deep can your love for her really be?”
Tang Yu: “….”
He glanced down at Tang Xin, who playfully blinked at him: How deep is it? Tell him.
Tang Yu was both amused and exasperated, finding it difficult to deal with this father-daughter duo sometimes. Leaning back on the sofa, he casually smirked and said to Tang Dawei: “Deep enough to give her my life.”
“…”
“…”
“…”
Tang Dawei dropped his cigarette.
Tang Xin would never forget the look on his face. When they were kicked out of the house, she collapsed onto Tang Yu’s chest, laughing so hard tears streamed down her cheeks. Tang Yu calmly rubbed her head and coolly remarked: “Stop laughing. I answered according to your standard criteria. Your dad’s reaction was satisfying.”
Though Tang Dawei dropped his cigarette, he was indeed quite satisfied with that answer.
“My dad… hahaha… He was totally shocked by you.”
She laughed so hard she doubled over.
“Shut up.” Tang Yu impatiently dragged her into the elevator.
That night, Tang Xin and Tang Yu took a stroll around Suzhou. On the way back to the hotel, fireworks suddenly burst outside the car window. Tang Xin pressed her face against the window, watching as the dazzling fireworks illuminated the dark sky, exploding in radiant brilliance. Brightly lit across the darkness were five large words:
“XX, marry me.”
Tang Xin exclaimed in surprise, her excitement bubbling over: “It looks like someone’s proposing!”
From afar, the scene was quite grand, clearly costing a significant amount of money.
Tang Yu, driving the car, glanced out the window distractedly and smirked: “Jealous?”
Tang Xin turned to look at him, sitting up straight: “It’s fine. The fireworks were pretty nice.”
“Do you like this kind of proposal?”
“…”
Her heart raced as she stared at him intently. Was Tang Yu thinking about proposing to her? It was one thing for others to bring it up, but when he did, it felt entirely different. She couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like if Tang Yu proposed to her, though she found herself unable to picture it.
The next moment, she heard him chuckle softly: “This method is rather ostentatious.”
Tang Xin huffed: “When you announced in an interview that you invested in Dreaming For You because of me, why didn’t you think that was too flashy?”
Tang Yu chuckled quietly, not responding.
In the following months, every time a celebrity’s proposal video surfaced on Weibo, Tang Xin watched with great interest, often adding her unsolicited commentary: “This one’s so romantic,” or “That method feels a bit tacky,” or “This one seems fake…”
After hearing her comments repeatedly, Tang Yu couldn’t figure out which style of proposal she actually preferred.
One day, he directly asked: “After watching all these gossip stories, which proposal method do you like the most?”
Snuggled in his arms, Tang Xin grinned slyly like a clever little fox: “Are you thinking of proposing to me? I think they’re all good—I’m having trouble choosing. How about… you recreate all the proposal methods from the past six months for me?”
Tang Yu: “….”
His expression hardened as he shot back: “Why don’t you just say you want to get married multiple times?”
Tang Xin: “….”
Of course, this was all talk for now.
…
After returning to Beijing, the Spring Festival holiday ended, and the new year’s work began.
Tang Xin and Tang Yu moved back to Tang Yu’s old neighborhood, mainly because she pitied him having to wake up half an hour earlier every morning. Before filming began, she also brought Huar over, reuniting the two cats, the man she loved, and the upcoming movie shoot.
It felt as though many of the things she had once longed for had suddenly come true all at once.
In early March, Dreaming For You held its official start-of-filming ceremony in Xiamen. Even before production began, the film had already gained immense popularity. Despite the crew’s attempts to keep a low profile, they eventually invited several media outlets and held a high-profile press conference.
On the day of the ceremony, Tang Yu and Huo Chendong were both present, along with the main creative team and lead actors. As the original author and chief screenwriter, Tang Xin accompanied the production throughout the shoot—this was her first public appearance.
That day, she stood beside Tang Yu, and the cameras focused on them far more than on the lead actors.
Tang Yu maintained a cold, distant demeanor whenever the cameras were on him.
Tang Xin leaned closer and whispered softly: “Can you smile a little? People might think you’re unhappy being with me.”
Tang Yu: “….”
Without hesitation, he took her hand, glanced down at her with a faint smile in his eyes: “Is this better?”
In an instant, the cameras trained on them, snapping away incessantly.
Meanwhile, Tang Dingding and Pengzhou, the male lead, stood on either side of Lu Zhixing. Tang Dingding muttered under her breath: “As expected, no one pays attention to newcomers. My sister-in-law and my brother are even more popular than me—the reporters aren’t even taking pictures of me…”
Lu Zhixing overheard and laughed lightly: “Most of the time, the entertainment industry thrives on gossip and hype. You’re a newcomer with no notable works, no fame, and no scandals. All your exposure has already been exhausted. It’ll get better later.”
She murmured an “Oh” and explained: “I know. I was just saying it casually.” After a pause, she added softly: “I don’t really want any scandals anyway. Being photographed by paparazzi can be embarrassing.”
Lu Zhixing glanced down at her and lazily smirked: “It’s not like avoiding being photographed means you won’t be caught. You’ll have to get used to it.”
Tang Dingding looked up at him, smiling brightly: “I know. But if I ever start dating someone, I’ll make sure to close the car windows and draw the curtains.”
Lu Zhixing: “….”
The day after the ceremony, Tang Yu and Huo Chendong left.
Filming officially began. Once shooting started, Lu Zhixing transformed completely. He shed his usual laid-back demeanor and became serious, fully immersed in his work mode. As soon as filming wrapped, he returned to his usual self.
He could switch between roles effortlessly.
Tang Xin and Tang Dingding struggled to adapt to Lu Zhixing’s split personality. Tang Dingding, in particular, felt nervous since she had never acted before. Fortunately, her initial scenes were relatively easy to shoot, and she never needed more than five takes for any single scene.
Tang Xin thought she performed well. Standing beside Lu Zhixing, she praised her: “Dingding is naturally talented at this. She just started late.”
Lu Zhixing, arms crossed as he stared at the monitor, gave a faint smile: “Not too late.”
A week later, Lu Chuning joined the set.
Initially, Lu Chuning wanted to withdraw from the project, but her role wasn’t substantial, and the contract had already been signed. Finding another actress with such high popularity and proven acting skills at short notice would be difficult.
Lu Zhixing suggested consolidating her scenes and filming them all at once early on, so she reluctantly agreed to stay.
Tang Xin didn’t deliberately avoid her and instead remained composed around the set.
Tang Dingding, however, felt a bit awkward. Back when Lu Chuning was with Tang Yu, she had tried to befriend her, but at the time, Tang Dingding was young, and Lu Chuning was busy with work, so their relationship hadn’t deepened.
After they broke up, Tang Yu disliked anyone bringing it up, so Tang Dingding stopped contacting Lu Chuning to avoid awkwardness.
When Lu Chuning’s fans attacked Tang Xin online, Tang Dingding had defended her on Weibo. Now, meeting face-to-face, she felt a bit uneasy. Tang Xin reassured her: “Don’t worry. You’re the lead actress—what’s there to be afraid of? If I’m not feeling awkward, why are you overthinking this?”
Tang Dingding lamented dramatically: “You’re the screenwriter! If you’re unhappy, you could just flirt with my brother, and he might cut her scenes down to three minutes. I’m just a rookie lead actress, and she’s an award-winning veteran!”
Tang Xin patted her head and smiled mischievously: “So what? Don’t panic—I’ll back you up.”
That morning, Lu Chuning arrived straight from the airport to begin filming.
After finishing her makeup, she glanced at Tang Xin standing beside Lu Zhixing, her expression unreadable, before walking over to Tang Dingding and the filming location.
Some crew members glanced at Tang Xin, who smiled confidently.
This scene was challenging.
Tang Dingding and Lu Chuning hadn’t rehearsed beforehand. After Lu Zhixing briefed them on the scene, they ran through it once and immediately began filming. Unsurprisingly, Lu Chuning’s acting lived up to her reputation as an award-winning actress.
On the other hand, Tang Dingding, being a newcomer and working with Lu Chuning for the first time without prior chemistry, kept making mistakes.
“Cut!”
“Cut!”
“Cut!”
“Cut! Let’s try again!”
...
Lu Zhixing’s voice grew colder with each call of “Cut!” The entire set fell silent, and even Tang Xin hesitated to speak up.
Frowning slightly, she muttered under her breath: “Dingding, you can do it. Don’t lose heart.”
Lu Zhixing couldn’t figure out what was wrong with Tang Dingding today. His patience wearing thin, he snapped, “Dingding, what’s going on with your performance? Where are you looking?”
His tone was sharp.
Tang Dingding froze for a moment before apologizing softly: “I’ll try again.”
But the more anxious she became, the worse her performance got.
Lu Zhixing’s expression darkened further, and his voice turned icy: “Take a break.”
Tang Xin noticed Tang Dingding’s eyes starting to glisten with tears. Feeling helpless, she leaned over and whispered to Lu Zhixing: “Director Lu, this is the first time Dingding has struggled like this. Please don’t be too harsh on her. She’s a young lady who’s probably never been scolded in front of so many people before.”
Lu Zhixing paused, turning to look at her. The girl stood there with her head bowed, looking utterly defeated and pitiful.
He walked over and stood in front of her, his voice softening as he asked quietly: “Are you crying?”
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