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I, Tang Xin, am willing to marry Tang Yu and make him my husband. I promise to commit to you from this day forward, whether in prosperity or adversity, wealth or poverty, health or sickness. I will always love and cherish you until the end of time.
I vow to remain faithful to you forever.
—Little Tangxin’s Diary
On Tang Yu’s 29th birthday, it was a Monday. Gao Heng, ever considerate and upright, reported: “President Tang, all your appointments for today have been postponed. Is there anything else you’d like arranged?”
“Book a Western restaurant.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a new email popped up in his private inbox.
Sender: Little Sweetheart
Subject: Birthday Gift
Content: After you finish reading this, don’t talk to me about it, and don’t laugh at me—or else I’ll… I’ll… I’ll make you sleep on the couch tonight!
Attached was her diary.
Soon after, another email arrived.
Content: Can I retract that? I regret it—you’re definitely going to laugh at me.
Tang Yu quickly opened the email, downloaded the attachment, and saved it.
He replied: Too late.
She shot back: Despicable.
Unconsciously, the corners of Tang Yu’s lips curved upward. He picked up his phone and sent her a barrage of red packets.
That night, she had said she would fulfill any birthday wish of his, so he unhesitatingly asked for her diary. What exactly was in it? Sometimes just a few sentences, sometimes only one sentence—or even just a little pig face.
“Before, I didn’t believe in love at first sight until it happened to me. It feels so magical, Tang Yu… I wonder if he has a girlfriend.”
“No girlfriend, but plenty of rumors.”
“Ah, no girlfriend—and the rumors are fake too. He’s not like Huo Zong, that playboy. He seems very principled. My taste is impeccable.”
“Heartbroken. Don’t feel like talking.”
“Tang Yu added me on WeChat! I’m setting off fireworks to celebrate!”
“So that’s how it is… He likes Mingzhu… I won’t help him! Never! Never! Never! That big jerk made me so excited I couldn’t sleep, then so heartbroken I couldn’t sleep…”
“I wonder if he’ll discover the secret behind my book…”
“He didn’t find it, Day One.”
“He didn’t find it, Day N. Maybe he hasn’t even flipped through my book… So sad.”
“Oh no, it seems he found it… Scared but excited.”
…
The diary wasn’t long. She rarely revealed deeply sorrowful words in it. Most of the time, she left herself room for hope. But around the time of her confession, things changed. Tang Yu couldn’t focus on work that day. He spent the entire morning reading every word.
At noon, when Gao Heng came in with lunch, he saw President Tang slumped in his office chair, looking unusually despondent. The ashtray on the desk already held five or six cigarette butts. Tang Yu didn’t smoke often—perhaps no more than five or six cigarettes in a month.
Gao Heng grew nervous: “President Tang, what’s wrong?”
Tang Yu’s hand rested on the armrest, a nearly burnt-out cigarette pinched between his long fingers. He took a deep drag, extinguished the butt in the ashtray, and struggled to mask the regret and deep emotion in his eyes. Without looking up, he said coldly: “Nothing.”
Gao Heng wasn’t reassured: “Then why are you smoking so much?”
After a few seconds, Tang Yu finally glanced at him, smirking self-deprecatingly: “It’s nothing. I just feel like I could have treated her better.”
Gao Heng paused, then realized what he meant. “You’ve treated Miss Tang extremely, extremely well.”
When he hadn’t loved her enough, he thought he had done enough.
But now?
Deeply in love, it felt like offering her the entire world wouldn’t be enough.
After sending the email, Tang Xin felt a bit of regret. Now, she wasn’t afraid of him knowing, nor did she care who loved whom more. She just felt a bit embarrassed, worried that he might tease her about it when they were old…
She even considered buying a ticket and running away.
But in the morning, she had to visit the traditional Chinese medicine doctor. When Tang Yu had said he’d take her, he truly did. They went once a week.
After seeing the doctor and drinking a bitter packet of herbal medicine, she took a nap. In her dream, she felt an itch on her cheek. Drowsily opening her eyes, she saw a man in a white shirt and black pants sitting by her bed, gazing down at her. “Awake?”
Tang Xin rubbed her face, grabbed his hand, and checked the watch he wore—the one she had gifted him. It cost over a hundred thousand yuan, far less than his other watches worth millions, but he always wore it.
It was already past four in the afternoon.
She hurriedly sat up. “I can’t believe I slept for so long.”
After a moment of silence—
She burrowed back under the covers, peeking out with just her eyes, which darted around, filled with swirling emotions. “Don’t you get off work at six? Why are you back early? Did you… come back just to laugh at me?” She bit the edge of the blanket. “I knew I shouldn’t have shown it to you! You…”
“I suddenly missed you.”
The man interrupted softly, leaning over her with a faint smile. “So I couldn’t resist coming home early.”
Tang Xin’s heartbeat skipped a beat. This was the first time Tang Yu had said such tender words. Normally aloof and reserved, he only spoke outrageously flirtatious lines when provoked. Such sweet words usually only came during intimate moments in bed. She whispered shyly: “You’re not laughing at me?”
Her diary was full of childish, split-personality rants, frustration, jealousy, and flowery language—sometimes resembling the ramblings of a madwoman.
After longing and loving someone for so long, harboring so many fantasies, it truly felt like living with a split personality.
Tang Yu didn’t understand why she insisted he would laugh at her. A memory flashed through his mind—a certain diary entry… He chuckled, his chest trembling slightly. With his long legs pressing down on the blanket, he cupped her face. “Afraid I’ll laugh about your erotic dreams?”
—AAAAHHHHH, I actually dreamed that Tang Yu did this and that to me. I’m supposed to be a cold and indifferent woman!
Remembering her diary, Tang Xin blushed furiously and tried to hit him: “Don’t say it! Don’t say it!”
Tang Yu laughed uncontrollably, letting her hit him for a while before catching her hands and pinning them above her head. His eyes still twinkling with amusement, he leaned in close, their noses almost touching. With a mischievous glint, he teased: “What exactly did I do to you in your dream?”
“…”
“Did we undress?”
“…”
“Was I wearing a suit or a shirt? What position?”
One question after another.
Tang Xin trembled under his teasing, her heart racing wildly. Visions of their intimate moments flooded her mind, igniting sensations she couldn’t suppress. With Tang Yu’s legs pinning her down, she struggled futilely, her face flushed. “Stop pressing on me… You’re so heavy…”
Tang Yu gazed at her reddened ears, his laughter fading slightly as he breathed hotly into her ear: “Are you feeling it?”
Tang Xin: “….”
Could he really tell?
The quilt was thrown open, and the man’s warm body covered hers. His white shirt had three buttons undone, and he kissed her lips. “I’ll help you review everything in your dreams, hmm?”
N-now?
Her lips were blocked, giving her no room to refuse.
So, his so-called sudden missing her meant he wanted to sleep with her?
Tang Yu, you big jerk!
Tang Yu’s 29th birthday was probably the most unforgettable birthday of his life. He received the most special birthday gift, got the most beloved and sincere girl, their hearts pressed close, and he enjoyed the intoxicating pleasure of their intertwined love with her.
He dared not imagine what his life partner would be like if he didn’t have her.
She certainly wouldn’t be as interesting, as cute, or as sincere as her, and he wouldn’t experience the various heart-wrenching yet sweet emotions.
...
In mid-August, Tang Xin returned to Time Pictures and became the lead screenwriter for the new project’s scriptwriting team. The other screenwriters in the group included Huang Siyi and Han Xiaoxiao, most of whom were young screenwriters because the new script had a rather unconventional style of thinking.
She and Huang Siyi hadn’t gotten along well when she was at Time Pictures before, and now that they were in the same group again, some friction and conflict were inevitable.
However, she was now Tang Yu’s girlfriend, and would be the future proprietress of Time Pictures. Huang Siyi’s expression of being clearly angry but having to hold it in was really amusing. Tang Xin, having enjoyed it enough, explicitly told her, “You don’t have to be so polite to me. There are often disagreements when writing scripts. Just like before, if we need to argue, we’ll argue.”
Huang Siyi looked at her. “Really? Don’t you go back and badmouth me in front of him later.”
Tang Xin smiled slightly. “Honestly, at that time, I really won’t have the time and energy to make things difficult for you.”
Huang Siyi: “...”
These words not only sounded like boasting but were also subtly manipulative... yet! They made people envious.
Huang Siyi stormed off, her high heels clicking loudly.
Han Xiaoxiao lay on her chair, laughing so hard she couldn’t breathe, clutching her stomach and giving Tang Xin a thumbs-up. Then she grabbed her arm and asked, her face flushed, “Is President Tang really that amazing?”
Tang Xin glanced at her and smiled. “Guess!”
Han Xiaoxiao: “...”
If she wasn’t going to say, then she wouldn’t. She leaned closer, her face even redder. “Do you have Assistant Gao’s WeChat?”
Tang Xin stared at her with wide eyes. “You like Assistant Gao?”
Han Xiaoxiao went all out. “If I can’t get the CEO, can’t I at least get his assistant? Assistant Gao... is also quite good-looking, and President Tang treats him pretty well...”
Tang Xin thought about it. Tang Yu’s treatment of Gao Heng was indeed very good.
After that day, the sound of several screenwriters arguing over the plot often came from the scriptwriting office. One day, during a script meeting, Tang Xin and Huang Siyi argued fiercely, neither willing to back down.
Tang Xin said coldly, “Is the second female lead your own daughter? Why do you want to add this scene?”
Huang Siyi frowned. “Of course, it’s to advance the plot!”
Tang Xin chuckled. “Do you believe that if this plot is filmed, netizens will definitely mock it, saying, ‘Ah, look at this stupid screenwriter writing this stupid plot, the male lead’s IQ has dropped to zero.’ I’m the lead screenwriter, so basically, everyone will scold me. I don’t want to take the blame for you. I don’t agree to add this scene.”
Huang Siyi: “...”
That was too much, way too much! Showing off that she was the lead screenwriter was one thing, but calling her stupid was another.
The two started arguing, and Huang Siyi, for some reason, suddenly burst into tears and sat in her chair sobbing.
Tang Xin: “...”
Gao Heng, who passed by the meeting room and heard everything, went back to report to Tang Yu. “Miss Tang had a fight with Huang Siyi.”
Tang Yu raised his head and glanced at him. “Reason?”
Gao Heng said, “Huang Siyi wanted to add a scene for the second female lead. Miss Tang said that if that scene was added, the second female lead would be an idiot and would also lower the male lead’s IQ and EQ. Huang Siyi got so angry that she cried.”
Tang Yu thought for a moment, then got up and walked out of the office.
As soon as he walked into the meeting room, everyone inside was stunned. Huang Siyi looked at Tang Yu with red eyes, gritted her teeth, and said, “President Tang, you be the judge!”
Tang Yu put his hands in his pockets, glanced at her, then his gaze fell on Tang Xin. She blinked innocently. He withdrew his gaze without much emotion and said softly, “Sorry, I can’t judge. I’ve never won an argument with her, I have to coax her and give in.”
Tang Xin: “...”
Huang Siyi: “...”
The others: “...”
After that day, a solid piece of gossip spread in various small groups within Time Pictures—President Tang had never won an argument with his girlfriend and had to coax and pamper her.
Everyone wailed: Did Tang Xin save the solar system in her previous life?
Tang Xin secretly peeked at the small groups. Tang Yu saw it and chuckled coldly.
She pretended to ask, “Look, they all think I’m lucky, that I must have saved the solar system to be with you.”
Tang Yu touched her head. “Then I must have saved the galaxy to be with you.”
...
In September, Zeng Wan found out that Tang Xin was seeing a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. When Tang Yu took her back to the Tang family for dinner, Zeng Wan became concerned. “Are you alright? I also know an old TCM doctor whose skills are better than Doctor Liu’s. I’ll take you to see him later.”
Tang Xin quickly said, “It’s nothing, really. I was just too busy and tired before, I just need some conditioning and I’ll be fine.”
Zeng Wan was relieved and smiled. “Girls need to take good care of their bodies so that they won’t suffer so much when giving birth in the future.”
Tang Xin: “...Okay.”
Were they already talking about having children?
Tang Xin then remembered that her boyfriend’s family was a wealthy and powerful clan. On the way back that night, she asked Tang Yu with particular trepidation, “If I marry you in the future, I won’t be like those other actresses who marry into wealthy families and have to keep having children, will I? Like three or five?”
Tang Yu: “...”
She quickly stated her position. “Let me tell you, whether it’s a boy or a girl, I’ll have a maximum of two!”
When the light turned red, Tang Yu stopped the car, his hand loosely resting on the steering wheel. He casually turned his head to look at her and said softly, “You don’t have to have any if you don’t want to.”
Tang Xin blinked. “Really?”
Tang Yu was silent for a second, then chuckled softly. “If it’s possible, still give me a Tang Tang.”
A daughter as clever and cute as her.
That would probably make life more interesting.
...
The next day, Gao Heng received a proposal. It was written by President Tang himself, a thick stack of papers. When he opened it, he saw it was a marriage proposal plan, including the venue layout, lines, location shooting, and more.
He was shocked. Even a straight man like him was envious.
Once, when Tang Yu asked him about some details of the progress, after he reported, he couldn’t help but mutter, “I really envy Miss Tang, I wish I were a woman...”
Tang Yu said without any mercy, “If you were a woman, you wouldn’t be Special Assistant Gao now.”
Gao Heng: “...”
He nervously pushed his glasses up, fearing that his bonus might be docked, and hurriedly said, “I was just joking, Mr. Tang. I’m very straightforward.”
Tang Yu gave him a cold glance and frowned.
Gao Heng continued to salvage the situation: “Not as straightforward as you…”
Tang Yu laughed and scolded, “Get out.”
...
The release date of A Dream for You was set for December 25th, Christmas Day.
With two months left, Tang Xin was busy writing a new script while waiting for her first movie to premiere. Time flew by quickly. During those two months, Tang Yu was even busier than she was, often traveling on business trips. The two could spend at most ten days together in a month.
She struggled to recall and realized this state of affairs had started around September.
Mid-November, Tang Xin sat on the carpet typing while watching TV. A commercial for an international luxury brand played on the screen. Tang Dingding looked stunning and dazzling, unforgettable at first glance. On the very first day the advertisement aired, Tang Dingding trended on social media.
She was like a jade covered in dust, and as layers of that dust were wiped away, she revealed herself to be a natural luminescent being.
Tang Xin reposted the Weibo post and gave it a like to boost its visibility.
She hoped Tang Dingding would become even more popular, even more radiant.
That way, the box office for the movie would be better.
A few messages popped up in their small WeChat group. You Huan asked, “Are you spending your birthday with Mr. Tang this year?”
Another message followed: “Dingding told me you went to her house for dinner. I reckon he’s probably planning to propose to you on your birthday.”
Propose?!
When Tang Xin saw those two words, her heart suddenly raced. Oh right! How had she not thought of that! Tang Yu had been so busy recently—could it be that he was preparing to propose?! Last year on her birthday, she agreed to be with him. If he proposed this year on their anniversary, it would be such a meaningful day.
Thinking about it, this was the first time in her life she had eagerly anticipated her own birthday.
Just like when she was in elementary school, counting down the days until her birthday.
As it turned out, her 26th birthday coincided once again with the Golden Horse Film Festival.
That day, Tang Yu was supposed to rush back, but a minor earthquake occurred in Taipei, grounding all flights. He couldn’t make it back. On a video call, Tang Xin glared at him, her eyes welling up with tears. Tang Yu, dressed in formal attire, sat on the couch with his legs spread apart, hunched over, looking down at the screen, softly consoling her: “I’ll make it up to you when I get back, okay?”
Tang Xin remained silent, her eyes slightly red.
Tang Yu was somewhat confused. Tang Xin wasn’t the type of girl who placed great importance on birthdays. She was understanding; today’s circumstances were unavoidable, so she shouldn’t have been upset enough to cry. As he caressed the phone screen, about to console her—
She suddenly pouted and said, “I don’t care! Just kneel down to me in this video call. When you get back, put the ring on me.”
“...”
After a moment, Tang Yu reacted. His dark eyes stared at her for a long while, then he leaned back on the couch, laughing uncontrollably. On the other side of the video call, Tang Xin went berserk, throwing pillows and shouting angrily: “You’re not allowed to laugh! What’s so funny?!”
Watching the man laughing on the screen, her face flushed red. It dawned on her—Tang Yu clearly hadn’t planned to propose that day.
What a huge misunderstanding!
She felt so embarrassed her face turned red.
Once the man finished laughing, his eyes deep and dark like ink, he murmured, “Do you want to marry me?”
Tang Xin, both irritated and embarrassed, covered the phone camera with a pillow and stubbornly denied it: “Dream on! I didn’t say anything.”
Tang Yu chuckled softly, his tone coaxing: “Didn’t you want me to go through all the steps of proposing? Now you’re rushing it—are you sure you can accept it like this? If you think it’s fine, I’m okay with it.”
“I’ll pick up the phone and kneel down for you. I’ll give you the ring later.”
“...”
Not on your life.
...
After the embarrassing birthday incident, Tang Xin stayed mad at Tang Yu for several days, ignoring him no matter how much he tried to appease her.
The promotional campaign for A Dream for You was everywhere. The premiere took place on December 23rd, and Tang Xin attended the event along with the main cast and crew. That day, three trending topics related to the film appeared on Weibo. The main team had also been actively posting on Weibo to promote the movie.
Tang Xin frequently posted on Weibo as well, doing her best to advertise her film.
During the premiere ceremony, she noticed that Huo Chendong’s gaze never left Tang Dingding. On stage, Tang Dingding stood next to Lu Zhixing, smiling brightly while answering the host’s questions. Whenever she got stuck, Lu Zhixing would step in to help her out.
As Tang Xin watched, she suddenly remembered something.
Since June, Huo Chendong hadn’t been involved in any scandalous gossip.
Nor had he dated anyone.
Whether it was a coincidence or…
Lost in thought, Tang Yu leaned down and whispered in her ear: “It’s premiering nationwide the day after tomorrow. Want to watch it again? To feel it?”
Premieres and official releases were different experiences after all. Tang Xin happily nodded: “Sure.”
On the evening of December 25th, Tang Yu took Tang Xin to the largest cinema complex in town. Tang Xin noticed that the cinema had been decorated especially romantically that night. Surprised, she paused, but Tang Yu explained: “It’s Christmas-themed. They’ve decorated accordingly.”
She didn’t suspect much, though something still felt subtly off.
Because just a second ago, Tang Yu had gripped her hand tightly.
They sat in the middle of the largest VIP screening room. People around them glanced curiously and excitedly, but once the movie began, everyone focused on the screen. A Dream for You was a light fantasy film with both comedic and poignant moments.
On the first day of release, most of the audience consisted of people who had bought tickets in advance.
Word-of-mouth hadn’t fully spread yet, but Tang Xin felt inexplicably confident.
About ten minutes before the end of the film, Tang Yu whispered in her ear: “I’m going outside to take a call.”
Tang Xin nodded absentmindedly: “Okay.”
She waited for a while.
Until the movie ended.
But Tang Yu didn’t return.
The audience began to discuss the film as they prepared to leave—
“The movie was really good! Unexpectedly so! Better than I expected!”
“As a fan of the original work, I’m very satisfied.”
“Me too! Let me post about it on my social media.”
Suddenly, large words flashed across the enormous screen: There’s a post-credits scene.
The audience who were about to leave stopped in their tracks. Some who had stood up sat back down, others who had left returned to their seats, and some lingered in the aisles, staring at the screen, waiting for the post-credits scene. Only Tang Xin’s hands trembled, her heart racing to her throat, because…
She was the screenwriter. She had seen the premiere.
She knew there was no post-credits scene.
There was no post-credits scene in the movie.
Until a completely unrelated image suddenly appeared on the screen—a man in a black suit, tall and handsome. In slow motion, the camera panned upward from his long legs to focus on his striking face.
He lounged in a chair, smiling at the camera.
Looking into Tang Xin’s eyes, he slowly and deeply began to speak—
“Hi, Tang Xin.”
Tang Xin’s eyes widened in astonishment, her heart pounding wildly. Suddenly, everyone around let out a collective “Wow!”
“Damn, isn’t that Tang Yu?”
“What the heck is this post-credits scene??”
“… I think I just saw a ring box flash by on the screen earlier. I saw the diamond ring inside.”
“Wow, a fireworks proposal? And an underwater proposal? Holy crap! Even a skydiving plane proposal? What kind of godly proposal is this?”
...
Frame after frame of breathtakingly beautiful scenes played, with Tang Yu as the sole protagonist.
For a full five minutes.
When Tang Xin had casually said, “Why don’t you propose to me in every way possible?” Tang Yu took it seriously. He didn’t propose to her repeatedly, but instead demonstrated everything she wanted—alone—filming it all as a video to serve as the post-credits scene for her first movie.
In another form, he forcefully inserted himself into her first film, making up for that small regret.
At the end of the video, the scene was familiar—it was their current home. The man lounged lazily on the couch, his deep affection impossible to hide. Smiling, he asked:
“I want to be the producer of our wedding documentary.”
“So, Tang Xin, will you participate?”
“Marry me, okay?”
The post-credits scene ended.
The theater lights came on. Tang Xin’s eyes were red-rimmed, and she was still dazed. Tang Dingding, You Huan, and others suddenly appeared from somewhere, someone whistled, and Tang Dingding excitedly shouted: “Marry him!”
The next second, a soft gasp came from the entrance of the screening room.
Tang Yu appeared, dressed in the same black suit from the movie, looking as if he had stepped right out of the screen. Step by step, he climbed the stairs and walked toward Tang Xin.
Tang Xin suddenly noticed that, at some point, eight cameras had been set up around them. Was the proposal going to be filmed too?
She sat stiffly in the middle seat, her nose tingling, tears welling up as she looked at the approaching man.
Tang Yu stopped in front of her, raised his hand to gently touch the corner of her eye, a faint smile curling his lips. His slender fingers brushed across her cheek, then slowly, he knelt on one knee before her. He opened a black velvet box, the diamond ring sparkling brilliantly.
He stared straight into her eyes, his profound affection immeasurable. He finished the words that hadn’t been recorded in the video: “I’m sorry for initially refusing to be the producer of your first movie. It seems nothing can make up for that regret. Forgive me for being selfish this one time, for participating in this film in this way.”
“If you’re willing, our wedding date is set for May 5th next year. Before then, I want to film a documentary capturing everything from the night before our wedding to the day itself—all the fun moments, everything. I’ll personally plan it.”
“I’ll be the producer of the documentary.”
“So, Tang Xin, are you willing to shoot this documentary with me?”
“Are you willing to marry me?”
—Are you willing?
Tang Xin gazed at him through tear-filled eyes, nodding vigorously. As she nodded, tears slid down her face, and she trembled, “Yes, Tang Yu, I’m willing.”
If it’s with you, I’m willing to do anything.
“Wow!”
The audience went wild, snapping photos and recording videos. Someone started clapping. Tang Dingding cried harder than Tang Xin, sniffling, while You Huan hugged her and patted her back: “There, there, why are you crying?”
Huo Chendong stood nearby, watching this meticulously planned proposal that Tang Yu had been working on for over three months. He glanced at Tang Dingding and suddenly felt that in this moment, he was made to look ugly in comparison.
Out of all the waters in the river, only one drop is taken.
Under Tang Yu’s shadow, Tang Dingding would probably never look back at him again.
Tang Yu placed the ring on Tang Xin’s finger, cupped her chin, and kissed her lips.
The audience erupted in cheers again, their social media feeds exploding.
Tang Xin felt a bit embarrassed, looking at Tang Yu and quietly telling him in a small voice: “My legs feel weak, I’m so excited…”
The next second.
She was lifted off the ground.
…
Soon, three trending topics quickly shot up on Weibo. The first was “A Dream for You Post-Credits Scene,” followed by an explosive tag. The second was “Tang Yu Proposal.”
The comments were lively—
“This is definitely a marketing stunt for the movie! This level of promotion is impressive!”
“God-tier proposal! So envious!! I’m going to watch the movie tomorrow! Damn, damn, damn! Tickets are sold out!”
“Tickets for the day after tomorrow are also gone! Scary! This marketing strategy is brilliant, but honestly, the movie is really good.”
“The movie is genuinely amazing! But why didn’t I see the post-credits scene? I watched the movie tonight too! Why???”
“When you have money, you can do whatever you want. The cinema chain is his; he can propose or add a post-credits scene if he wants! He can propose whenever he wants!”
Because only at 8 PM on Christmas night, in more than fifty cinemas nationwide, was the post-credits scene shown. Seeing it was pure luck.
…
That year, the movie A Dream for You exploded in popularity, grossing over 1.5 billion yuan at the box office. The lead actress, Tang Dingding, also became famous. At the film festival in April the following year, A Dream for You won Best Picture and Best Screenplay awards, while Tang Dingding was nominated for Best Newcomer.
Three awards swept in one go.
At the award ceremony, Tang Dingding held her trophy, sweetly thanking people in her speech: “The person I’m most grateful to is my director, Lu Zhixing. He was the one who spotted me and brought me into this industry. If not for him, I wouldn’t know what I’d be doing now.”
She also thanked Tang Xin, Tang Yu, and the entire production team.
Watching from below, Tang Xin’s eyes filled with tears. Tang Yu wiped her tears away and teased: “Why are you crying?”
She shook her head: “I just think… Dingding looks so beautiful now, so confident and radiant.”
Tang Yu glanced at the stage and smiled: “Mm, she’s grown up.”
Beside them, Huo Chendong silently and intently watched. When she stepped off the stage and hugged Lu Zhixing, it finally dawned on him. A girl had grown up, become dazzling, but no longer belonged to him.
He looked at the beaming Tang Dingding and belatedly felt as if his heart was being torn apart.
…
The final scene of the wedding documentary shoot—
In the garden courtyard, sheets of paper fluttered chaotically in the wind.
A man in a black suit approached, picking them up one by one and placing them on the table. His gaze swept over the elegant handwriting on the pages. Standing lazily, his handsome profile looked especially striking in the sunlight. He turned his head, grabbed a pen—
On the first sheet:
“I’m drawing my boyfriend. My boyfriend doesn’t have a face yet in my mind.”
Because, I don’t even know if he’ll become my boyfriend.
Second page:
I don’t want anyone else. I only want you, Tang Yu.
Third page:
Tang Yu, I’ve pinned your chat window.
Even if you don’t send me any messages, the first thing I see when I open WeChat is you.
Fourth page:
Sometimes I think that rebellious phases happen because we feel unloved. Girls who are loved probably only act spoiled and任性 (capricious).
Thinking about it this way, I suddenly feel so pitiful.
Hugging Huajuan, I feel like crying.
…
The last page: Before Tang Yu falls completely in love with me, I will definitely not tell him that I fell in love with him at first sight.
The man pressed down on the papers, carefully writing stroke by stroke: I love you more than you love me.
After finishing, the corners of his lips curved slightly. He set the pen down, turned around, and walked into the castle—their wedding venue.
The bride, lifting her skirt, walked over. Her gaze fell to the grass, where she suddenly picked up a piece of paper. Dragging her long wedding gown, she moved to the table, picked up the pen, and saw the two lines she had written on the paper—
I need to become dazzling so you’ll notice me.
In the past, I was too blind and almost lost myself.
…
She lowered her head, her lips curving into a sweet and charming smile as she carefully wrote one more sentence.
—May every girl in the world become radiant and dazzling.
-The End-
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