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Tang Yu, since you like Tang Tang so much, I’ll reluctantly give it a try.
But if it’s not Tang Tang, don’t be disappointed, okay?
—From “Little Tangxin’s Diary”
Within minutes of posting on Weibo, the comments surpassed a thousand. The fans were ecstatic—the long-awaited public display of affection had finally arrived, and it was intense: showing their marriage certificate right off the bat.
Tang Xin tapped open the comments to take a look. The first ones were likely from her long-time, closely-following fans—
“Ahhh! As an old fan, I’m crying tears of joy! I’ve followed SugarHeart since she opened this account, and after all these years, seeing her get married makes me feel like I’ve just married off my own daughter!”
“Congratulations! You two are such a perfect match! It’d be great if you could share a photo together…”
“Promise me you’ll post your wedding photos when the time comes! Please!”
“Waaaah, I’m so moved! What kind of divine love is this? Both the relationship reveal and the proposal were so touching. Finally, they’re married!”
Tang Yu also kept a close eye on her posts.
When the notification sound rang, he glanced at her before picking up his phone and reposting her tweet.
When they initially announced their relationship and during the proposal, both events were grand affairs, but neither of them had ever responded directly on Weibo. Instead, Tang Dingding often brought them up in interviews and on shows. Once, on a program, she joked: “Never thought that as a female star, I’d have to rely on my low-key brother and future sister-in-law to boost my popularity.”
The couple usually kept a low profile, and since they weren’t part of the entertainment industry, public attention gradually waned over time.
This time, however, their Weibo post quickly trended on the hot search list.
Neither Tang Yu nor Tang Xin paid much attention to it. Tang Xin called Tang Dawei and Zhong Lijun to let them know about registering their marriage. This time, Tang Dawei truly felt the weight of giving away his daughter, and sighed: “Alright, alright.”
Tang Xin chuckled: “Dad, I still love you.”
Hearing that, Tang Dawei felt a little better and grunted: “If that guy ever bullies you, don’t hold back. Tell me, okay? Your dad isn’t too old to wield a knife.”
Tang Xin: “….”
She agreed and hung up.
Turning to Tang Yu, she said with a hint of pride: “My dad said if you bully me, he’ll come to Beijing with a knife.”
See? Someone’s got my back.
Tang Yu parked the car in the mall garage and lazily smiled: “He probably won’t make it past airport security.”
Would you dare say that to Tang Dawei’s face?
After parking, Tang Yu leaned over to help her unbuckle her seatbelt, ruffled her hair, and seeing the thoughts swirling in her mind, chuckled softly: “No, I wouldn’t.”
Tang Xin couldn’t help but laugh. Suddenly, she remembered: “Did you add my dad on WeChat?”
Tang Yu: “I did, but he hasn’t accepted it.”
Tang Xin: “….”
Tang Dawei was really childish.
They strolled around the mall for a bit when Zeng Wan called Tang Xin’s phone. She answered and sweetly greeted: “Mom.”
Zeng Wan hadn’t expected her to call her “Mom” so soon and laughed with delight: “Ah! Mom saw your social media post and couldn’t resist calling. Just wanted to remind you to come home for dinner tomorrow night.”
Tang Xin obediently replied: “Okay, I’ll remember.”
Zeng Wan added a few more reminders and mentioned she had prepared a gift for her daughter-in-law.
After hanging up, Tang Xin turned to Tang Yu, who was smirking faintly at her. Some things went unsaid, and seeing her puzzled expression, he didn’t clarify. Instead, he took her hand and asked: “Shall we go? What do you want to buy?”
Tang Xin exclaimed: “A silk scarf! I noticed Mom likes wearing scarves.”
Tang Yu hummed in agreement. Previously, for Zeng Wan’s birthday, he had his secretary pick out a few scarves. He simply took her to the brand store and let her choose for herself.
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In the afternoon, they returned to the office.
As soon as Tang Xin stepped into her office, everyone looked at her with varying expressions, most of which were joyful. Han Xiaoxiao pointed to her desk: “That’s for you—a wedding gift!”
Tang Xin walked over with a smile: “Thank you.”
Others jokingly called her “Mrs. Tang” or “Boss Lady.”
Tang Xin readily responded; after all, she was Mrs. Tang and the boss lady.
Han Xiaoxiao leaned over and asked: “Are there any more gatherings? Like a celebratory dinner?”
Tang Xin: “….”
Was she trying to set her up with Gao Heng again through a dinner?
Tang Xin thought for a moment and replied: “Probably not. We need to take wedding photos and prepare for the wedding.”
Planning a wedding was intricate, but money could solve many problems. Tang Xin didn’t need to worry too much—she only had to make choices from the options presented to her. Moreover, Zeng Wan was handling most of the arrangements, spending generously to ensure everything was grand and elegant while meeting Tang Yu and Tang Xin’s preferences, without setting a budget.
However, some tasks required Tang Xin and Tang Yu’s personal involvement, such as trying on wedding dresses, taking wedding photos, and going through the process.
Most importantly, they still had a documentary to film.
And to become a beautiful bride, Tang Xin had to undergo various beauty treatments and spa sessions. Her schedule was packed. Previously, fearing she might lack confidence due to insufficient funds, Zhong Lijun transferred eight million yuan into her account, urging her to spend freely—this was her one and only wedding, so no need to save.
Tang Xin didn’t know exactly how much liquid assets Tang Dawei and Zhong Lijun had, nor did she ask. She managed her own expenses independently. Though she considered transferring the money back to them, she feared they might misunderstand.
For now, she decided to keep it and return it after the wedding.
Suddenly, she remembered!
Tang Yu hadn’t given her a card!
Tang Dingding had multiple cards from him! But she, as Mrs. Tang, had none! None at all!
Seeing her sudden change in expression, Han Xiaoxiao cautiously asked: “What’s wrong?”
Tang Xin frowned, indignant: “Nothing.”
She could choose not to use his supplementary card, but not having one at all? After marriage, wasn’t receiving a salary card from her husband part of the ritual?
Han Xiaoxiao: “….”
You clearly don’t seem fine!
Tang Xin sent her away and tried to calm down the issue that arose on her first day as a newlywed. She started writing her script, waiting to see when Tang Yu would finally give her a supplementary card…
During a break, she couldn’t resist sending a message to Tang Dingding.
Little Rich Girl: “Dingding, how many cards has your brother given you?”
After a while…
Tang Dingding: “[Pity] So, Sister-in-law wants to confiscate Brother’s cards right after getting married? I thought our sister-in-law relationship was good enough that we wouldn’t need to do this…”
Little Rich Girl: “….”
She quickly typed an explanation: “No, I was just asking. You can keep those cards and spend however you like. If it’s not enough, your sister-in-law will cover it!”
Tang Dingding: “You’re so nice, Sister-in-law. I think Brother gave me around five or six cards. Why are you asking about this?”
Tang Xin: “….”
Five or six cards… and she didn’t even have one…
How utterly pitiful.
By the time Tang Yu came to her office to pick her up after work, she was still furiously typing away. When Han Xiaoxiao saw him, she called out, “Mr. Tang.” Tang Xin paused, turned to look at him, and smiled: “Wait a few more minutes.”
Tang Yu hummed in acknowledgment, his hand resting on the back of her chair as he watched her tidy up her documents, save her work, and shut down her computer.
She stood up with her bag, and Tang Yu casually took it from her. Tang Xin said: “Let’s go.”
They were headed to a French restaurant tonight—it had already been reserved.
On their first day as newlyweds, there was no fighting or conflict.
Tang Xin pushed the matter of the supplementary card to the back of her mind, deciding to bring it up later.
The office staff watched Mr. Tang and Mrs. Tang leave. Once they were gone, the whispers began—some envious, some jealous, and others dismissive.
By the time they returned home, it was already ten o’clock.
Tang Xin sat on the sofa, picked up Tang Yu’s phone, unlocked it with her fingerprint, opened WeChat, and sent a friend request to Tang Dawei. After waiting for a while… there was no response.
Just as she was about to remind him via her own phone, the page showed that the friend request had been accepted.
Tang Xin quickly called out: “Tang Yu, Tang Yu! My dad accepted your friend request!”
Tang Yu walked out of the kitchen, handed her a glass of warm water: “Drink some.” He took the phone, glanced at the chat interface, and greeted him.
Tang Yu: “Dad.”
Tang Dawei: “….”
Tang Dawei turned to Zhong Lijun, pointing at the phone screen: “Look at this guy—he’s quick to change his tone.”
Zhong Lijun smiled: “Well, you should respond too.”
Tang Dawei replied: “Alright, treat my daughter well. If you bully her, I’ll definitely fight you. Don’t think I’m too old to wield a knife.”
Tang Yu chuckled softly and simply responded: “I’ll take good care of her. Don’t worry, Dad.”
He handed the phone back to Tang Xin, who glanced at their chat history and couldn’t help but laugh.
On the wedding night after registering their marriage, Tang Xin was still on her period, so they could only be intimate for a short while and couldn’t do much else. Tang Yu pulled the drowsy woman into his arms, kissed her ear softly, and whispered: “Were you a little upset this afternoon?”
Tang Xin hadn’t expected him to be so perceptive. She struggled to open her eyes and mumbled: “No…”
He didn’t believe her: “Really?”
Tang Xin lied: “Mm… I had an argument with Huang Siyi.”
Seeing how close she was to falling asleep, Tang Yu leaned down to kiss her cheek gently: “Sleep.”
The marriage certificate was placed in the top drawer of the study, locked away.
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The next day, when they visited the Tang family estate, Tang Xin received red envelopes until her hands went numb. Each envelope felt heavy, leaving her a bit stunned. She asked Tang Yu: “Are they giving red envelopes now? Isn’t it supposed to be during the tea ceremony at the wedding?”
Tang Yu glanced at the stack of red envelopes in her arms and smirked: “They like you. It’s fine if they give more than once.”
Tang Xin: “….”
Tang Yu: “Take them. Little Rich Girl.”
A couple of days later, Tang Xin noticed Ming Zhu rarely posted affectionate moments on social media, but this time, she shared a photo of braised pork ribs made by her Major Lu. The dish looked incredibly appetizing. Tang Xin felt a craving growing. Though they had been living together for several months leading up to the wedding, Tang Yu had never cooked Chinese food. Breakfast was usually sandwiches, and dinner was either prepared by Aunt Zhang before leaving or consisted of steaks and pasta paired with red wine when Tang Xin wanted steak.
As she was about to finish work, she sent the photo to Tang Yu.
Tang Yu: “Want to eat it?”
Little Rich Girl: “Can you cook it?”
Tang Yu: “I can learn.”
However, Aunt Zhang had something to attend to today, and the fridge wasn’t restocked with ingredients. After work, they stopped by the supermarket. The residential complex had excellent facilities, including a large supermarket. Tang Yu pushed a shopping cart over, and after buying pork ribs and some vegetables, Tang Xin said: “I want to buy some snacks.”
As they walked through the snack aisle, Tang Xin refrained from grabbing high-calorie chips and instead tossed a few boxes of dried fruits into the cart. Tang Yu knew she was consciously controlling her weight, so he loosely wrapped his arms around her waist and gently pinched it: “You’re already very slim.”
Tang Xin whispered: “I know, but I can’t eat carelessly. What if I gain weight? I’m trying on my wedding dress and gown tomorrow, and I need to maintain the same weight as when I was measured.”
Her weight fluctuated by only about two pounds. At ninety pounds, she was at her ideal weight, and at her heaviest, she weighed ninety-five pounds. Her figure was perfectly proportioned—there was no issue of being overweight.
Tang Yu’s gaze lingered on her chest, and with a faint smirk, he murmured: “If you lose any more weight, you’ll have nothing left.”
She gritted her teeth and glared at him. What do you mean nothing left? Sure, she wasn’t a big-chested girl, but she definitely had curves!
Unhappy, she bumped into him and walked ahead, tiptoeing to reach a box of cucumber-flavored chips. At five-foot-six, she wasn’t short… but she still couldn’t reach the shelf. Why did the store staff place them so high?
The man behind her didn’t move an inch, showing no intention of helping. In idol dramas, when the female lead couldn’t reach something, the male lead would effortlessly grab it and hand it to her, right?
In her heart, she cursed: Big jerk…
The next second, her waist tightened, and her feet left the ground.
She was lifted up.
“Ah, what are you doing?”
She let out a soft yelp and turned to look down at him.
The man’s lips curved slightly, and he nodded toward the shelf: “Go ahead and take it.”
Tang Xin’s heart melted sweetly, and as she turned back, her lips curled into a smile. She reached out to grab the box of chips, and once her feet were back on the ground, she turned to say something to him. But then, three meters away, she spotted Lu Zhuning and her assistant pushing a cart around the corner of the aisle.
The residents of this neighborhood were either wealthy or influential. Tang Xin knew several celebrities lived here, and she had occasionally bumped into a couple of them. However, after moving in for some time, she hadn’t encountered Lu Zhuning.
She didn’t expect to run into her at this moment.
Clearly, Lu Zhuning had seen what just happened. After a brief pause, she smiled: “Congratulations on your marriage.”
Without looking at Tang Yu, Tang Xin beamed brightly: “Thank you.”
Tang Yu kept one hand on the shopping cart and the other around Tang Xin, emotionlessly replying: “Thank you.”
Lu Zhuning watched them for a moment, feeling awkward about staying any longer. Without picking up any snacks, she and her assistant pushed their cart to another section. After they walked away, the young assistant cautiously glanced at her: “Sis, are you okay?”
Lu Zhuning shook her head: “I’m fine.”
Tang Xin had been right—some things, some people, were simply destined to belong together. You couldn’t force it.
That little incident didn’t affect Tang Xin’s mood. After returning home, she urged Tang Yu to start cooking the pork ribs while she assisted him. Tang Yu had never cooked pork ribs before. During his time studying abroad, he mostly prepared simple Western dishes. Even after starting work, when he occasionally cooked, it was always something straightforward.
Before leaving the office, Tang Yu had quickly reviewed a recipe online. With his excellent memory and ability to learn quickly, he handled the cooking with ease.
Just before the dish was ready, he picked up a piece of rib, placed it in a bowl, and handed it to her: “Try it?”
After tasting it, Tang Xin’s eyes sparkled as she looked at him: “Wow, this is so good! Tang Yu, how do you know how to do everything? Is this really your first time making this?”
He turned back, letting out a low chuckle: “I’m smart.”
Tang Xin: “I’m smart too.”
“Well then, we don’t have to worry about Tang Tang’s IQ anymore.”
Cooking together was fun. They stir-fried a couple more dishes, and dinner was finally ready.
By the time they finished eating, it was already eight o’clock. Tang Xin rested for a bit, took a bath first, then lay on the sofa with a face mask on. Tang Yu worked on some business matters in the study. Each of them was busy with their own tasks, but their life remained peaceful and joyful.
Married life didn’t seem much different from before.
Fifteen minutes later, she removed the face mask and started unpacking her deliveries. The packages contained clothes for Huajuan and Mianhua (their cats), seven or eight parcels in total, which took her several minutes to unpack. The tiny outfits looked adorable, and the quality was excellent—they were custom-made by a pet clothing designer on Taobao. Just as she was about to grab Huajuan and Mianhua to try on their new clothes, Tang Yu pulled her up from behind.
He had just taken a shower and was only wearing a loosely tied white bathrobe, partially open, revealing glimpses of his chest muscles.
Tang Xin blinked and hummed softly. Was the belated wedding night finally here?
She pointed at the pile of pet clothes on the floor: “I want to try these on Huajuan and Mianhua.”
Huajuan and Mianhua had been playing with their toys, but as soon as Tang Yu came out, they ran over to surround them. He glanced down, his gaze direct and unapologetic: “We can try them on later.”
Fine.
She happily looped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear: “Tang Yu, have you been waiting for days?”
“It’s already ten o’clock. Let’s sleep early. We have to try on the wedding dress tomorrow.”
“Oh, ten o’clock is still pretty early.”
She leaned in to kiss his chin, then his Adam’s apple, thinking to herself: Stop pretending, man. You’re clearly thinking about it—you just won’t admit it!
After being kissed a few times, Tang Yu scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom. The delayed wedding night left Tang Xin breathless. Despite her repeated pleas for mercy, he showed no leniency. His movements were intense, and he whispered in her ear: “You’ve been calling Mom and Dad so naturally. When are you going to change how you address me?”
Address him? His name?
She murmured hesitantly: “Husband?”
He chuckled deeply: “Mm.”
“…Then you haven’t called me anything either.”
The man laughed again but didn’t stop.
The room suddenly grew stiflingly hot, brimming with passion. When the swaying shadows finally stilled, he whispered in her ear: “Wife.”
Tang Xin: “Waaaah…”
“Why are you crying?”
“I’m happy.”
He laughed at her innocence.
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The next day, they went to try on the wedding dress. It fit perfectly, with no adjustments needed. While trying it on, there was a camera crew filming for documentary material.
She stood in front of the mirror in a white gown, letting the designer adjust the hem and check the details. Meanwhile, Tang Yu lounged on a nearby armchair, sitting lazily with his hand propping up his chin. In the mirror, Tang Xin couldn’t see his face, only his tall figure dressed in a black suit, his long legs crossed, and his slender fingers resting against his jawline—a sight that was incredibly pleasing to the eye.
She knew he could see her reflection in the mirror and couldn’t help but smile: “Tang Yu, does it look good?”
He didn’t hesitate to compliment her: “Very beautiful.”
Later, when she watched the documentary, she saw the way he looked at her.
His gaze was fixed on her, intense, passionate, and unapologetically affectionate. The depth of emotion in his eyes was undeniable.
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On the day of the wedding photo shoot.
Still indoors, Tang Xin wore a soft wedding gown and crouched by the windowsill. The gauzy curtains fluttered in the breeze, drifting past her head and momentarily obscuring her.
Through the layer of white gauze, Tang Yu watched as she dumped the pet outfits she bought on Taobao onto the floor. At first, she hesitated, wondering which outfit to choose for them. After a while, she made her decision, carefully picking up Huajuan and holding its uncooperative paws while slipping the outfit on. She coaxed it gently: “Be good, okay? Once you put this on, you’ll be the cutest kitty in the world. Don’t resist, alright?”
He silently chuckled, taking the camera from the photographer and aiming it at her as he stepped closer.
Tang Xin hadn’t noticed that the photographer had changed.
After dressing Huajuan, she grabbed Mianhua and used a different line of persuasion: “If you wear this dress, you’ll be the prettiest fairy kitty in the cat world. Be a good girl.”
Her murmurs were all captured on film.
Tang Yu watched the woman through the lens with great interest. His mind wandered, imagining what it would be like if they had a daughter someday… probably very amusing. Watching her dress up their daughter like a doll would surely be entertaining.
Finally, after finishing dressing the two cats, Tang Xin sighed in relief. When she looked up, she noticed… Hmm? Why were the photographer’s legs so long? And why did he switch to wearing suit pants? They looked a lot like her husband’s legs!
Tang Yu lowered the camera and glanced back at the photographer.
The photographer quickly carried the camera away.
Through the layer of gauze, their eyes met, filled with lingering affection. Tang Yu squatted down, his gaze slightly higher than hers. He glanced at the cats, who were now dressed rather extravagantly.
Tang Xin looked at him expectantly, smiling brightly: “Do you think they look good?”
Did he think they looked good? Tang Yu found them passable, but he didn’t want to dampen her enthusiasm. He said: “Not bad.”
Tang Xin smiled: “I think they look cute too. It’s just that they weren’t very cooperative!”
Tang Yu looked down at her, smirking faintly: “Do you know what I was thinking about just now?”
Tang Xin grinned sweetly: “It must have been how beautiful I look today!”
Tang Yu: “No.”
Tang Xin: “…Then what were you thinking about?”
A gust of wind blew, causing the curtain to flutter again. The man reached out, caught the gauze, and pushed it aside. He looked down at her, his lips curving slightly: “I was thinking about when you’ll give me a daughter.”
Tang Xin: “….”
She knelt halfway on the floor, reaching up to loop her arms around his neck and asked with a bright smile: “You really want Tang Tang that much?”
“Indeed. Daughters are cuter.”
She leaned in close, whispering in his ear: “I’ll give you one next year.”
But if it’s not Tang Tang, don’t be disappointed, okay?
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