Behind-the-Scenes of Pre-Wedding and Post-Wedding [4]

Tang Yu is truly cunning. If he’s going to do something, he ensures it’s foolproof.

Never try to outsmart me, okay? I’m your wife.

—From “Little Tangxin’s Diary”

When the prenuptial agreement was placed on the table, everyone was stunned into silence, staring at Tang Yu in surprise.

The first to snap out of it was Tang Xin. She looked at Tang Yu with soft eyes, her hand gripping his fingers. Tang Yu returned her grasp, glanced at her, and then turned to Tang Dawei: “I just wanted to say that not only do you have everything, but everything I own will also belong to Tang Xin. So, you can rest assured about her marrying me.”

The two sets of elders exchanged glances.

Tang Haiming and Zeng Wan had no prior knowledge of this prenuptial agreement. It was entirely in Tang Xin’s favor. From a young age, Tang Yu had always been decisive, and they rarely interfered in his affairs. Since he had already made up his mind, they wouldn’t object.

Moreover, they knew their son’s character well—he would never do anything to wrong Tang Xin.

Tang Haiming smiled: “Father-in-law, look at how sincere my son is. He truly wants Tang Xin to become part of our Tang family.”

Tang Dawei hadn’t expected them to raise no objections. After a brief pause, he chuckled: “Well, this is also the Tang family.”

Zeng Wan laughed: “Perfect. In the future, the child won’t need to choose between taking their father’s or mother’s surname.”

Zhong Lijun felt a wave of emotion. The more she looked at her son-in-law, the more satisfied she became. She glanced at her daughter and smiled.

This prenuptial agreement erased all of Tang Dawei and Zhong Lijun’s concerns. Many men might boldly claim they’d leave with nothing, but wealthy men with substantial assets rarely made such promises, fearing the consequences.

Tang Yu’s willingness to say this left Tang Dawei impressed. He prided himself on being a good judge of character. Though Tang Yu’s past behavior had occasionally been unsatisfactory, as a marriage partner, he was undoubtedly trustworthy.

At six o’clock, everyone headed downstairs to dine at the reserved restaurant.

Tang Xin rode with her parents. As soon as they got in the car, Zhong Lijun took her hand and asked: “You didn’t know about this prenuptial agreement beforehand?”

Tang Xin shook her head: “No.”

Zhong Lijun smiled, sighing: “We always hoped you’d marry a good man, but we never imagined you’d marry into a wealthy family. We were initially worried about how Tang Yu’s elders might be difficult to deal with, but from what we’ve seen today, they seem quite nice.”

Most importantly, Tang Yu’s attitude spoke volumes. Even if his family had any reservations about their daughter, he would protect her.

Tang Xin leaned against her, grinning mischievously: “Tang Yu is a good man.”

Zhong Lijun ruffled her hair: “Be a little more modest.”

At the dinner table, the four elders chatted, with Zhong Lijun recounting embarrassing stories from Tang Xin’s childhood. Tang Xin’s face grew redder by the minute. Suddenly, Tang Yu reached over to touch her cheek and whispered: “Too stuffy inside? Let me take you out for some fresh air.”

Tang Xin blinked, startled, just as Zeng Wan said: “Go ahead.”

She was led out of the private room by Tang Yu, still dazed. Turning to him, she teased: “Did you do that on purpose?”

Tang Yu lazily leaned against the wall and hummed in acknowledgment: “I saw you looking uncomfortable, your face flushed so much I was afraid you’d catch a fever.”

The private room was at the end of the corridor, the quietest one available.

Tang Xin glanced forward. Servers passed by intermittently, and if she listened carefully, she could still hear Zhong Lijun’s voice from inside the room. Looking up at him, she asked: “Why do adults always talk about things from when we were kids? You were excellent as a child, but… what’s there to say about me?”

When she was little, she was bullied by other kids at first. Later, after being taught by Tang Dawei, she became tough enough that even boys in her kindergarten class didn’t dare bully her. Eventually, fearing she’d grow up too tomboyish to find a husband, Zhong Lijun scolded Tang Dawei, and they switched to a different parenting approach. That’s how she became who she was today.

Listening to Zhong Lijun’s stories, Tang Yu casually glanced down at her and smirked: “They don’t know each other well. What else can they talk about besides us?”

He had a point.

The two stood outside catching their breath. A few minutes later, Zeng Wan brought up the topic of registering their marriage.

Tang Yu held her hand and led her back inside. Zeng Wan watched them, smiling: “I’ve already had someone calculate the best day for you to register. March 9th is auspicious for both of you. It’ll be just after the New Year.”

“Mm.” Tang Yu had no objections. He looked down at Tang Xin.

Registering their marriage…

It meant making things official.

Tang Xin’s heart fluttered, and she smiled shyly: “Okay, we’ll follow your lead.”

At nine o’clock, Tang Dawei and Zhong Lijun headed back first.

Tang Xin was responsible for sending Tang Haiming and Zeng Wan back to the hotel. Tang Yu also stayed at the hotel. Tang Haiming wasn’t in great health and was tired after the day’s events. Once they entered their room, Tang Xin was taken back to Tang Yu’s room.

Leaning against the door, their bodies close, their breathing grew heated. Tang Xin looped her arms around his neck and curiously asked: “When did you prepare the prenuptial agreement? You never mentioned it to me…”

“When I proposed.” Tang Yu traced her slender figure, slightly bending over to bury his head in the crook of her neck, kissing her ear with warm breath. “In the future, all my money, and even myself, will belong to you. Isn’t that good?”

Her heart trembled, and she hugged him tightly: “Good. You can only be mine.”

He chuckled softly, feeling the sentimentality—until—

The next second.

She suddenly ruined the mood with a laugh: “Does this mean I’ll have to give you an allowance from now on?”

Tang Yu straightened up, half-closing his eyes as he looked down at her, asking indifferently: “Oh? How much?”

“Let me think. Du Kai, a top-tier male star, earns a lot of money, right? On a show, he mentioned that his wife gives him five thousand yuan a month as an allowance.” She stifled a laugh and raised her hand: “Five thousand yuan—will that be enough?”

“It’ll do.”

“…Really?”

Tang Yu smirked teasingly: “Up to you.”

Tang Xin: “….”

So he was certain she wouldn’t actually give him just five thousand yuan, huh? Displeased, she moved closer to bite him, but Tang Yu was faster, pressing his lips against hers and teasing her half-jokingly, half-seriously: “I’ve given you my life. Do you really care about money?”

Tang Xin: “….”

His words were both flirtatious and provocative.

And yet, she couldn’t resist them.

Tang Yu knew all her weaknesses and preferences, even applying more force during their kiss. Pressed against the door, their breaths heavy, he murmured: “Shall I send you back an hour later, hmm?” He’d thought about it.

Tang Xin, pressed so close to him, naturally felt what he meant. Her hand slid down from his neck to wrap around his waist.

Click.

She undid his belt.

Suzhou didn’t have central heating, but the hotel’s air conditioning made it hot and stuffy.

An hour later, Tang Xin lay limp on the bed, her body still tingling with lingering pleasure. Closing her eyes, she refused to move, pouting playfully: “Can I stay here and not go back?”

Tang Yu kissed her shoulder, his voice lazy and post-coital: “Sure. Should I call for you?”

Tang Xin shivered again, relenting: “I should probably go back.”

It wouldn’t do to not return home after finally coming back once.

Tang Yu pinched her cheek, laughing as he helped her up and sent her back.

The next day, the group set off to return to Beijing.

After returning to Beijing, work and wedding preparations proceeded simultaneously. Tang Xin wasn’t sure what kind of constitution she had. Before she started dating, she would gain weight if she ate too much, so she was always careful about maintaining her figure.

But ever since her confession was rejected and they eventually reached the stage of discussing marriage, her weight had only decreased, never increased. Even after the Spring Festival, she hadn’t gained an ounce.

When Tang Xin went to You Huan’s store to shop for clothes, she tried on a short sweater and stood with her hands on her hips, marveling: “My waist is so tiny.”

You Huan walked by holding a dress and revealed the truth: “Your Mr. Tang is quite something—he’s managed to pinch your waist slimmer.”

Tang Xin: “….”

She glanced down and noticed a bruise on her side, clearly caused by someone gripping her tightly. She knew exactly when it had happened, and You Huan seemed to understand as well. Tang Xin looked at You Huan, blinking innocently: “He really is impressive.”

You Huan shot her an exasperated look: “Stop rubbing it in for single people.”

Tang Xin said: “What about Peng Zhou? That young heartthrob has millions of female fans on Weibo, and he’s pursuing you. Are you not interested?”

You Huan had been responsible for costume design and visited the set a few times. Somehow, Peng Zhou had taken a liking to her.

“Just a fling—don’t take it seriously.”

Tang Xin watched the busy You Huan but didn’t press further. Some things You Huan understood better than she did, and she wasn’t like her.

Today was the last day of the Spring Festival holiday. After spending half a day at You Huan’s place, Tang Xin drove off. The Tang family was having a gathering tonight—it was the eldest cousin’s birthday, and all of Tang Yu’s cousins would be there. When she parked her car at the door, Tang Yu, as if calculating her arrival time precisely, came out to greet her.

She closed the car door and walked toward him. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Huo Chendong.

Huo Chendong was leaning against the doorway, smoking. Seeing her, he lazily smirked: “Hey, Little Tangxin.”

Tang Yu shot him a warning glance. Huo Chendong extinguished his cigarette, raised his hands in surrender, and continued with a smile: “Alright, I’ll call her ‘Sister-in-law.’ Happy now?”

He was a few months younger than Tang Yu, so calling her “Sister-in-law” wasn’t technically wrong. But the way he said it made Tang Xin feel uneasy because just as he finished speaking, she saw Tang Dingding walk out of the door.

She had overheard.

Tang Xin froze.

Huo Chendong hadn’t dated anyone or had a female companion for the past six months. He suddenly seemed to have cleaned up his act, even clarifying any rumors about himself. It was as if he had changed overnight.

In truth, even without saying anything outright, his actions spoke volumes—he was proving, through his behavior, that he could stay away from romantic entanglements.

Tang Xin knew—he still harbored feelings for Tang Dingding.

Huo Chendong looked at Tang Xin and smiled politely: “Sister-in-law.”

Little President Tang: Both my money and myself belong to you.

Little Tangxin: dhff￥jhkjs%fsffhsk……