Behind-the Scenes of Pre-Wedding and Post-Wedding [1]

Tang Yu gave me a marriage proposal plan. Yes, an actual proposal plan , a very thick one.

Who even writes a proposal plan when proposing?

—From “Little Tangxin’s Diary”

The night after Tang Yu successfully proposed to Tang Xin, she got a taste of what it would feel like on their wedding night. The next morning, before she even got out of bed, he was already fresh and energized, heading off to the office. He left her a proposal plan on the bedside table.

By 10 a.m., she finally dragged herself out of bed and checked the explosion of messages on WeChat.

No need to guess—they were all about the post-credits proposal scene.

Opening WeChat, she saw—

Bandit Dad: “A daughter who’s married is like water that’s been poured out. It’s been so long, and you didn’t even call me once. [Sad face].”

Ms. Zhong: “As soon as you wake up, call your dad right away. He’s been nagging me all night, saying that Tang Yu didn’t even tell him about the proposal, and neither did you. We only found out through the news that you’re getting married. He kept nagging me until I was fed up!”

Ms. Zhong: “Tang Yu called us this morning. The marriage is approved. If your dad gets stubborn again, just let me know—you don’t have to care about him.”

After reading the messages, Tang Xin was stunned.

Tang Yu had guts. He managed to keep the proposal a secret from everyone.

Last night, the movie ended at 10 p.m., and with the post-credits scene and proposal, it was around 10:30. By the time they hit the trending topics online, it was past 11 p.m. After they got home, they immediately… well, they spent the entire night together, not finishing until around 3 or 4 a.m.

No one had time to check their phones…

Tang Yu had called Tang Dawei and Zhong Lijun this morning and naturally got scolded. When Tang Xin called them afterward, Tang Dawei was much calmer. He huffed, “So you finally remembered to call your dad?”

Zhong Lijun pinched his waist and scolded, “You’re acting more childish the older you get! Young couples just got engaged—of course they’re busy being lovey-dovey. They didn’t have time to pick up the phone. Haven’t you ever been young? You don’t understand anything!”

Tang Xin blushed and quickly tried to smooth things over: “My phone ran out of battery last night…”

Zhong Lijun wasn’t having it: “Save it.”

Tang Xin: “….”

Zhong Lijun softened and laughed: “Well, I didn’t expect Tang Yu to be such a romantic. Thinking back, the way they went public with their relationship was pretty romantic too. Anyway, the proposal’s done, and you’ve agreed. I approve of the marriage.”

Beside her, Tang Dawei sighed helplessly. Tang Xin sweetly cooed: “Dad…”

What father could resist that?

Tang Yu gave the entire creative team a day off. After Tang Xin got up, ate a sandwich, took a shower, and finished reading the proposal plan, she was deeply moved. The document was thick and meticulously detailed. Since he was so busy, it listed all his available time slots, along with scenes, dialogues, locations, and other specifics for filming.

Just putting this proposal plan together must have taken a lot of time.

Not to mention the actual filming. Although the video was edited down to five minutes, those five minutes were pure essence. With so many scenes, the total shooting time must have taken at least half a month.

By the time Tang Xin finished reading, her eyes were brimming with emotion. She immediately decided to go to Tang Yu’s office.

Even though they had only parted ways in the morning, she missed him already.

When Tang Xin arrived at the company, Tang Yu was in a meeting. Chen, the secretary, politely said: “You can wait for Mr. Tang in his office.”

Tang Xin smiled: “Okay.”

Before they were together, she often found excuses to visit his office. But now that they were dating, she avoided coming too often, fearing it might cause a bad impression. So, she hadn’t visited Tang Yu’s office in a long time.

As soon as she entered the office, a group of junior secretaries gathered to gossip:

“Didn’t expect Miss Tang to come today. I heard Mr. Tang gave her project team a day off.”

“I’ll let the group chat know. Future Mrs. Tang is still as beautiful, cute, and approachable as before—no need to be nervous.”

“Why can she become the boss’s wife while I can’t even land a date with Mr. Tang’s assistant…”

Tang Xin wandered around the office, her eyes sparkling as she stared at the CEO’s chair. She blinked. Now that she was Tang Yu’s fiancée, sitting in his chair wouldn’t be too much, right?

She quietly sat down on the leather office chair, spun around once, and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window. The view here was incredible.

Just as she was admiring it, the office door suddenly opened.

Startled, she quickly tucked her legs in.

Gao Heng said: “Mr. Tang, Secretary Chen mentioned that Miss Tang came by. Why don’t we see her?”

Tang Yu paused mid-step, glanced at the seemingly empty office, and his gaze landed on the chair facing slightly away from the door. Her petite figure was hidden from this angle. Tang Xin carefully concealed herself, not wanting Gao Heng to see her.

“You can leave,” Tang Yu said.

Half a minute later, the chair was turned halfway around.

She looked up at him, smiling brightly: “Hey, Tang Yu, surprised?”

Tang Yu lazily leaned against the desk, looking down at her with a teasing smile. He nodded: “Mm, surprised.”

Tang Xin explained: “I just wanted to try out your chair.”

“Comfortable?”

He casually asked, picking up a pen and pulling out a document, skimming through it while marking things.

Tang Xin: “….”

He’d asked her this same question several times last night. Ever since they’d… well, some phrases became awkward to hear. She mumbled an ambiguous “Mm” and stood up, obediently saying: “I’ll sit on the couch and read a book while I wait for you to finish work.”

He set down the document, pulled her into his arms, and looked down at her: “You came all this way and barely said two words to me?”

Tang Xin said: “How did you manage to keep the proposal so secret? It seems like no one knew… Dingding and Sister Huan said they only found out yesterday. There was no hint of it at all. That birthday passed without a proposal, and you never mentioned it afterward. I thought…” She bit her lip and muttered softly, “I thought maybe you didn’t want to get married so soon.”

“Were you a little disappointed?”

“A little…”

He chuckled, smoothing her hair. Catching sight of the hickey on her neck, he subtly explained: “The filming itself was already flashy enough. One wrong move, and random onlookers could snap a photo and expose everything. I wanted to give you a surprise. Dingding can’t keep secrets, and I couldn’t tell your parents—I was afraid…” He sighed. “I was afraid your dad would try to stop us. I wanted to give you a perfect proposal—the kind you’d always dreamed of.”

Tang Xin grinned: “So you acted first and asked for permission later?”

Tang Yu gave a noncommittal smile.

“Did anyone really not notice?”

She was curious. They filmed at multiple locations, and people recognized his face. With so many cameras around, how could it have gone unnoticed?

Tang Yu patted her head: “We got photographed during the skydiving scene. I bought the photos.”

Tang Xin: “….”

She couldn’t quite imagine a man filming for over ten days just for a proposal. Some shots weren’t good enough and had to be redone. Since Tang Yu edited the video himself, he was extremely picky about the footage.

Thinking about him repeating the same actions over and over again made Tang Xin tear up again.

She hugged his lean waist, nuzzling her head against him: “So, when do we start filming the documentary?”

The documentary was meant to capture some everyday life moments, focusing on authenticity. Cameras would be installed at home, and on days off… there might even be a photographer following them around, which was a bit indulgent.

There wouldn’t be much focus on daily life; the main emphasis was on the preparations leading up to the wedding.

“Mid-next month.”

She gave a soft “Oh,” stood on her tiptoes to kiss him lightly on the lips, then turned and ran off: “I won’t disturb your work anymore.”

In the middle of the day, Tang Xin got bored and went out for a stroll. She overheard Gao Heng talking with Secretary Chen. Chen asked quietly: “Hey, can’t you just tell me? Did Mr. Tang hire a director for the filming?”

Gao Heng replied coldly: “Can’t say.”

Secretary Chen: “Well, since you handed out so many bonuses, can you treat me to dinner?”

Gao Heng: “...”

Tang Xin silently gasped. Gao Heng was in such high demand—what about Han Xiaoxiao?

After a moment, Gao Heng said: “I’ll treat you all to afternoon tea for three days. I’ll order takeout right now.”

Secretary Chen: “...”

Tang Xin: “...”

Gao Heng truly deserved to be single—such a stereotypical straight man.

She walked over, and when Secretary Chen saw her, his face reddened. “Uh... I need to go to the restroom.” Then, as if trying to save face, he added, “And I want double portions of afternoon tea!”

Gao Heng: “You’re going to eat yourself to death.”

Secretary Chen stomped his foot in frustration and left.

Tang Xin couldn’t help but laugh, looking at Gao Heng: “You really deserve to be single.”

Gao Heng: “...”

Tang Xin blinked: “Um… did Tang Yu hire a director? Can you tell me that much?”

Gao Heng: “...”

He sighed helplessly, pushing his glasses up, and after a pause, said: “Yes, Lu Zhixing.”

Tang Xin was shocked: “Director Lu?”

Gao Heng nodded: “Mm. Mr. Tang said he’s tight-lipped, has high standards, and happened to have time.”

So, Lu Zhixing was roped into helping.

When Tang Yu called Lu Zhixing to ask for help, even Lu was surprised. But Tang Yu offered good compensation, and Lu had the time—and happened to need money—so he agreed. He just… had to sign a confidentiality agreement.

Lu Zhixing: “...”

After New Year’s Day, a professional film crew came to install cameras at their house. Tang Xin followed them curiously.

The camera crew members were all stern-faced, rivaling the seriousness of Gao Heng, who was asking questions nearby. Tang Xin couldn’t help but wonder if they were part of Gao Heng’s family.

Tang Yu was in the study on a video conference call.

The soundproofing in this house was much better than their previous one. Even if she sang loudly outside, it wouldn’t disturb him.

Once the cameras were installed, Tang Xin nervously asked: “You guys can’t see anything, right?”

Camera Crew Member: “...”

Gao Heng: “Of course not. Only Mr. Tang can access the footage, and he edits the videos himself.”

Tang Yu was truly capable.

Tang Xin felt like she was becoming his fangirl. How could he know so much?

She walked over and waved at the camera: “Hello, Tang Yu.”

In the study, Tang Yu was checking the computer. He paused, watching the fair, pretty face on the screen, and his lips curved slightly.

Tang Xin wasn’t even sure if the cameras were on—it was just a random greeting—but Gao Heng couldn’t help but chuckle. Then he called the crew to leave and finalize the contracts. This job paid well, but it required signing a confidentiality agreement.

Tang Xin looked at the contract: “...”

Was it really this complicated?

After everyone left, Tang Xin couldn’t resist asking Gao Heng: “Do you always sign confidentiality agreements for things like this?”

Gao Heng earnestly replied: “Yes, it involves your privacy.”

Tang Xin looked down at herself. She was fully dressed and knew the cameras were there, so maybe she’d start applying lipstick every day. Just then, Gao Heng coughed and said awkwardly: “Uh… we’re just worried that you two might not pay attention—like on the couch or something…”

“On the couch?” She blinked, confused.

As an assistant who had seen them passionately kissing several times, Gao Heng felt the confidentiality agreement was absolutely necessary. What if they couldn’t resist and ended up doing it on the couch?

Tang Xin suddenly understood. She wasn’t embarrassed, but she said with admiration: “No wonder you earn so much and get such high bonuses, and why so many secretaries and screenwriters want to date you…”

What a clever guy—he had a bright future in the film industry.

Thinking of Han Xiaoxiao, Tang Xin decided to play matchmaker: “What do you think of… Han Xiaoxiao?”

Gao Heng froze for a moment and said: “She asks me to play games with her every night, saying she’ll help me rank up, but I always die first.”

Tang Xin: “...”

Unwilling to give up, she pressed on: “Your boss is actually quite romantic. You’ve helped him with so many things—haven’t you learned anything from him?” She was genuinely worried that Gao Heng, being so rigid, would never find a girlfriend.

Gao Heng pushed his glasses up: “Not really. My boss is someone who prepares a proposal plan this thick.” He gestured with his fingers and added sadly: “All of that takes money, something I, as an assistant, don’t have the resources or authority for.”

Tang Xin: “...”

By that point, both of them had already been caught on camera.

Tang Yu was lazily leaning back in his study chair. Seeing this, his lips twitched slightly.

King Jing: “I heard your proposal outdid mine?”

President Tang: “That’s what I heard too.”

Assistant Gao Heng chimed in: “Our Mr. Tang’s proposal came with a plan THIS thick [gestures with hands].”

King Jing: “... Tsk.”