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Tang Yu, your wish has come true—your Tang Tang is here.
Of course, she’s mine too.
—From “Little Tangxin’s Diary”
The wedding photo shoot went smoothly. Although Tang Yu wasn’t fond of taking photos, he had attended numerous events and interviews, and after filming the proposal video in front of cameras from all angles, posing for photos and videos came naturally to him.
Plus, with a face that looked good from every angle, it was hard to take a bad picture of him.
Tang Xin, on the other hand, was naturally lively and cheerful, her sweet smile radiating effortlessly in front of the camera. She playfully hooked her finger under Tang Yu’s chin, looking straight into the lens with a bright grin. Both of them were stunningly attractive, making them an incredibly well-matched couple visually. The photographer couldn’t stop snapping: “Perfect, perfect, just like this.”
Photographer: “Mr. Tang, lower your head and give the bride a kiss.”
Photographer: “Bride, turn your body slightly, profile to the camera, and close your eyes.”
A staff member came over to adjust the train of Tang Xin’s wedding dress.
Taking advantage of the moment, Tang Xin whispered teasingly: “Tang Yu, the makeup artist just said we look very well-suited.”
Tang Yu loosely held her waist, smirking faintly: “Hmm, really?”
“Yes, not just the makeup artist—the designer said so too, and the photographer earlier. Did you hear? So… remember how you used to say we weren’t compatible?” She looped her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his and softly humming, “We obviously look perfect together!”
She still remembered that?
Without much expression, Tang Yu lightly pinched her waist and glanced at the camera: “You do realize that was in the past.”
The past was the past; now was now.
There was one question Tang Xin had been wanting to ask for a while. Leaning closer, her lips curling mischievously, she whispered: “If you knew back then how much you’d love me now, would you have fallen for me at first sight?”
Tang Yu lowered his gaze to her and smiled: “Yes.”
Satisfied with his answer, Tang Xin proudly lifted her chin, while Tang Yu continued to chuckle with his head bowed.
This moment was captured by the photographer.
When the edited photos came out, this became Tang Xin’s favorite shot. Her laughter was bold and unrestrained, while he wore a faint smile, his eyes lowered. Anyone could tell just by looking at this image that she was a woman deeply loved—otherwise, how could she laugh so freely?
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On the day of the film festival, Tang Xin attended as both Tang Yu’s wife and the screenwriter of Dream For You . This was their first public appearance as a married couple after registering their marriage. Though they weren’t part of the entertainment industry, they still drew significant attention for various reasons.
While Tang Yu was being interviewed, Tang Xin stood beside him. A reporter asked: “This movie is considered one of the biggest surprises of the year. Some say its success was largely due to Mr. Tang’s surprise proposal clip at the end, which filled theaters for days afterward. People were coming just to see the clip.”
Tang Yu smiled: “The official Weibo account already clarified that the clip was only shown during the 8 p.m. screenings that day. You can believe people came for the movie itself.”
Reporter: “….”
Tang Xin chimed in: “The Douban ratings are high. Doesn’t that prove the movie is genuinely good?”
The reporter awkwardly laughed: “Yes, it’s really good.”
Another TV station reporter asked curiously: “I heard your wedding will be held in the UK. Mr. Tang once mentioned there would be a documentary filmed. Everyone is curious—will the documentary be released? Even though it’s not finished yet, everyone’s eager to know.”
Tang Yu responded coldly: “No, it’s a private matter between my wife and me.”
The reporter pressed on with a smile: “But if you were to share…”
Before he could finish, Tang Yu cut him off: “It won’t be shared. It’s a personal documentary.”
This statement about the “personal documentary” left people’s imaginations running wild…
Perhaps it contained scenes unsuitable for younger audiences?
That response successfully shut the reporter up.
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The wedding in the UK was attended by many guests—from the business world to the entertainment industry, as well as family and friends. The Tang family spared no expense, booking flights and hotels for all guests in advance. From the wedding venue to the bridesmaids’ gifts, everything was meticulously luxurious.
The only regret was that Tang Yu hadn’t invited any media, only arranging for the same documentary crew to film.
The director of the wedding footage was Lu Zhixing. At the time, Tang Yu didn’t know about Lu Zhixing’s relationship with Tang Dingding. If he had known, he definitely wouldn’t have let Lu handle it.
The bridal party consisted of eight bridesmaids, including Tang Dingding, You Huan, Ming Zhu, and Han Xiaoxiao, along with a few of Tang Xin’s close friends. Among them, only Ming Zhu was married and therefore didn’t participate in catching the bouquet.
Han Xiaoxiao shouted loudly: “Throw it this way!”
How desperate could she be to get married!
Gao Heng, sitting below, couldn’t help but cover his face in exasperation.
Tang Xin wore a mermaid-style wedding gown that accentuated her figure beautifully, radiating charm. She turned back with a dazzling smile, tossing the bouquet high into the air. It traced a graceful arc before landing directly in You Huan’s arms.
You Huan had only joined the group for fun and had no intention of getting married. By the time she realized what was happening, the bouquet was already in her lap.
Han Xiaoxiao let out a disappointed “Ah,” clearly frustrated.
Seeing the bouquet land in You Huan’s hands, Tang Xin was delighted. Leaning close to Tang Yu, she whispered: “I threw it so accurately.”
Tang Yu chuckled softly and took her hand, their rings gleaming on their fingers—each placed there by the other.
That night, after the wedding, Tang Xin posted a nine-grid collage of wedding photos on Weibo, fulfilling her fans’ wishes. Barely had she finished posting when the bathroom door opened.
Tang Yu emerged wearing a bathrobe, standing by the bed and looking down at her: “Still have the energy to play with your phone?”
Tang Xin whispered: “I just wanted to post on Weibo.”
He took her phone away, untied the sash of her bathrobe, and pulled her into his arms. On their wedding night, time was precious, and this moment carried a special kind of ritualistic significance.
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The next day, Tang Xin started her period, and because of the previous night’s exertion, she spent the first day of their honeymoon sprawled on the bed.
Tang Yu stayed with her in the hotel all day. By evening, Tang Xin had recovered somewhat. After washing her face and stepping out of the bathroom, she walked toward the couch. He patted his thigh, and she obediently sat down, wrapping her arms around his neck and sighing melodramatically: “Tang Yu, did you pick a bad wedding date? Look, it’s supposed to be our honeymoon, but you’re acting like a monk.”
Not all honeymoons revolved around that , did they?
Tang Yu lounged lazily on the couch, glancing at her sideways. His thumb brushed over the corner of her lips, and he smirked faintly: “Don’t worry, I recall you saying your tongue was quite nimble.”
Tang Xin: “….”
Tang Yu laughed softly, pulling her into his arms. “What are you thinking about? A honeymoon is essentially a vacation—it doesn’t matter whether or not we do anything. As long as we’re happy, that’s all that counts.” Changing the subject, he added, “If you don’t want to stay in the UK, we can go somewhere else tomorrow.”
She nestled into his embrace. “No need, staying in the UK is fine.”
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After spending a week in the UK for their honeymoon, they returned to China.
Tang Xin still hadn’t finished her screenplay. The wedding preparations had already caused delays, and Tang Yu was even busier. Between the wedding and the honeymoon, they had taken a twenty-day vacation together, which was more than enough.
The most frustrating thing for her, however, was that they had registered their marriage, held the wedding ceremony…
And Tang Yu still hadn’t given her a supplementary card!!!
One night, Tang Yu returned home late from work. The TV, iPad, and laptop were all on, but Tang Xin sat on the carpet looking unusually sulky. He paused, surprised—it had been a long time since he’d seen her this upset.
Walking over, he pulled her up and settled her onto his lap, asking softly: “What’s wrong?”
Tang Xin turned to glare at him, cutting straight to the point: “Tang Yu, did you forget to give me something?”
Tang Yu raised an eyebrow: “What?”
Fuming, Tang Xin grabbed her phone and showed him her chat history with Tang Dingding.
Half an Hour Earlier.
Little Rich Girl: “Your brother hasn’t given me a card after we got married. What do you think is the reason?”
Tang Dingding: “What?! My brother didn’t give you a card? I have five or six of them. You must be joking.”
Little Rich Girl: “….”
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Tang Yu’s gaze softened with amusement: “Is this really why you’re upset?”
Tang Xin: “….”
How could he say it so casually—”just because of this!”
“Dingding has cards, and I don’t! Every married woman gets her husband’s salary card. At least give me one supplementary card! I might not even use it, but I need to have it!”
Seeing her pouting indignantly, Tang Yu couldn’t help but chuckle. Lazily, he asked: “Did you forget about the prenuptial agreement?”
Regarding that agreement, Tang Xin had eventually convinced Tang Yu to make some changes. She only accepted the real estate and commercial properties under his name but refused to take any shares. If those were transferred to her before marriage, the shareholders of Shiguang Entertainment would surely raise objections.
Tang Yu was willing to give her everything, and she, in turn, took a step back for him, insisting on refusing the shares.
Besides, the value of what she did accept was already incalculable—all prime real estate in excellent locations.
Tang Xin had smiled brightly at the time: “This is more than enough. If we ever divorce, I won’t lose a thing!”
Tang Yu disliked using the word “divorce” as a hypothetical scenario. He loved her and was willing to give her everything. He would never do anything to betray her, let alone consider divorce. In the end, the agreement stated that all of his personal real estate and liquid assets would be transferred to her name.
That agreement had been revised.
Tang Xin didn’t know.
So, the money had already been transferred to her account.
After reviewing the revised prenuptial agreement, Tang Xin was completely stunned. She stared blankly at Tang Yu: “So… am I richer than you now?”
Tang Yu smiled: “Technically, yes.”
Coming back to her senses, Tang Xin wrapped her arms around his neck and coaxed him playfully: “But I still want your supplementary card.”
Tang Yu glanced at her: “I thought you’d enjoy being financially superior to me.”
After all, Little Tyrant always claimed she didn’t want to be at a disadvantage.
Tang Xin suddenly cupped his handsome face, grinning mischievously: “Does this mean I’m the one taking care of you? My little kept man?”
He responded indifferently: “If thinking that makes you happy, then so be it.”
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The next day, Tang Xin received Tang Yu’s black card and supplementary cards. He gave her seven in total—one more than Tang Dingding.
At the time, she was in the office, and the cards were delivered in a small velvet box by Gao Heng.
As soon as she opened it, she quickly closed it again. Han Xiaoxiao eagerly asked: “What did Mr. Tang send you?”
Tang Xin: “….”
How could she possibly answer?
No matter how much Han Xiaoxiao pressed her, Tang Xin was too embarrassed to speak. During her break, she quietly messaged him on WeChat: “Why seven cards?”
Tang Yu: “Not enough?”
Little Rich Girl: “….”
Enough, more than enough!
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A year passed. After three months of filming, Tang Xin returned in mid-June. Shortly after, she and Tang Yu visited the Tang family for dinner. Zeng Wan casually mentioned: “You two aren’t exactly young anymore. Xin Xin is 27 now. Have you considered having a child? It’s not good for women to have children too late. The earlier, the better for recovery.”
At the time, Zeng Wan didn’t know that Tang Xin had already started preparing for pregnancy. Last year, she had promised Tang Yu to give him a Tang Tang.
During their wedding anniversary, when Tang Yu visited her film set, they spent a passionate night together. Given Tang Yu’s prowess, there was a good chance she was already pregnant.
Tang Yu rested his hand on her waist, his long fingers lightly touching her flat stomach. He glanced at her thoughtfully before turning to Zeng Wan: “Mom, you don’t need to rush her. We have a plan.”
Zeng Wan’s eyes lit up, and even Tang Haiming chuckled.
Were they already preparing?
Tang Xin blushed slightly, glancing at Tang Yu. Tang Yu held her hand and helped her stand up. “Let’s go upstairs and rest for a while.”
Upstairs was Tang Yu’s old room on the third floor. The room was spacious, with a large terrace. After their marriage, Tang Yu had a swing chair installed on the terrace. Every time Tang Xin visited, she would sit in it, sometimes even napping there.
She curled up lazily in the swing chair, leaning against the white wicker frame.
Like a languid cat.
Tang Yu leaned against the railing, smiling softly as he watched her. He still wore his usual white shirt and black trousers, looking much the same as he had two years ago—still stern, but with an even more captivating aura. Indeed, men bloomed at thirty.
Tang Xin met his gaze, thinking just that.
It was hard to say whose gaze was more intense. Sparks ignited in that moment. With the curtains drawn tightly shut, Tang Xin was lifted from the swing chair and placed onto his lap. They began kissing, their breaths growing heated. The room was dim, but outside, the sun shone brightly. It was unclear whether the heat of June or Tang Yu’s passion was more intense.
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That year, many things happened. Ming Zhu gave birth to a daughter named Zaoyao.
Tang Dingding and Lu Zhixing’s relationship was exposed, causing a sensation.
Hmm…
Even Gao Heng, the eternal straight-laced assistant, was preparing to get married.
Tang Xin discovered she was pregnant in early July. During her time on set, she had experienced some discomfort due to the change in environment, and her period had been irregular. By July 10th, when it still hadn’t arrived, she grew nervous. Carefully, she went downstairs to buy a pregnancy test and sneaked into the bathroom to check.
When she saw the two lines, she froze for a moment.
No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn’t pinpoint exactly when she had conceived.
Her first pregnancy left her both excited and nervous, with a hint of fear.
Tang Yu was away on a business trip, and she decided not to tell him yet. She called You Huan, who quickly drove over to accompany her to the hospital.
She was already one month along.
According to the doctor’s calculations, it must have happened when she returned from the film set…
You Huan noticed her dazed expression and laughed: “Are you unhappy?”
Tang Xin shook her head: “No, I just think little Tang Tang might really like swings…”
You Huan: “….”
She chuckled: “Never thought your Mr. Tang could be so romantic.”
Tang Xin: “….”
“You’re not telling him?”
“It’s almost Mr. Tang’s birthday. I’ll wait until then to tell him.” Tang Xin winked slyly. “This way, I won’t have to think about what to get him for his birthday!”
You Huan laughed: “You really are something.”
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In a few days, Tang Yu would return. Fearing he might find out, Tang Xin bought a ticket and returned to her parents’ house.
Tang Yu understood. After all, she had just finished filming and was in her rest period. It was reasonable for her to stay with her parents for a while.
After Tang Xin returned home, Zhong Lijun also brought up the topic of when they planned to have a child. Tang Xin patted her stomach gently, and Zhong Lijun froze for a moment: “Are you…?”
She smiled brightly and nodded: “Mm.”
Oh no! She was going to be a grandmother?
Zhong Lijun was overjoyed, and even Tang Dawei couldn’t help but beam with happiness.
The night before Tang Yu’s 30th birthday, Tang Xin was on a video call with him in her room. Tang Dawei had just returned from tea with friends, holding a string of candied haws. He knocked loudly on her door, shouting: “Daughter! Dad bought you some candied haws—do you want them?”
The next second—
Zhong Lijun rushed out of the room and smacked him hard on the back: “Who eats hawthorn when pregnant?! Are you stupid?!”
Tang Xin: “….”
She quickly covered the phone’s microphone, silently praying that Tang Yu hadn’t heard. Please, please don’t let him hear…
On the other end of the phone, the man paused in surprise but quickly recovered. Standing on the balcony, he gazed at the flustered woman on the screen, his lips curving into a faint smile: “What did you say about giving Gao Heng a gift? It’s fine—just decide yourself.”
Ah, Assistant Gao’s wedding gift.
Tang Xin looked at him uncertainly. Had he really not heard?
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Early the next morning, the man appeared at her doorstep. By then, Zhong Lijun and Tang Dawei had already gone out.
She was home alone.
Tang Xin stared at him wide-eyed: “You… how did you get here?”
Tang Yu had bought a plane ticket last night and flown to Shanghai. Early this morning, he drove straight over, arriving by nine o’clock. After staring at her intently for a while, he bent down to hug her tightly, placing his hand gently on her still-flat abdomen. Sensing the little life growing inside, he kissed her ear softly and sighed: “You’re pregnant. Why didn’t you tell me? And why did you run off with Tang Tang?”
Tang Xin: “….”
She didn’t know why, but suddenly, she felt like crying.
Was this how all pregnant women felt?
Even though she was happy, tears welled up in her eyes. She nuzzled against his chest, looking up at him pitifully: “I wanted it to be a birthday surprise for you, silly.”
“Who’s being silly?”
“You are.”
“…Mind your words around the baby.”
Tang Xin burst out laughing, tilting her head up to look at him. Softly, she whispered: “Happy birthday, Tang Yu. Do you like this birthday present?”
Tang Yu smiled tenderly at her: “This is the best gift I’ve ever received.”
She grinned, thought for a moment, and added: “If it’s not Tang Tang, you can’t be disappointed either.”
He chuckled: “I won’t be.”
What could possibly compare to you?
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The next day, Tang Yu took her back to Beijing. When Zeng Wan and Tang Haiming found out, they were thrilled and immediately gave Tang Xin a red envelope for good luck.
Zeng Wan urged: “Why don’t you move back here? Tang Yu is often away on business trips, and I worry about you living alone.”
Tang Xin wasn’t keen on moving back just yet. She glanced at Tang Yu and said directly: “Let’s move back during the later stages of pregnancy. It’s still early now—I’ll be fine.”
Tang Yu: “When I’m not home, have Aunt Zhang stay with you.”
He didn’t like others intruding on their lives either.
Zeng Wan smiled: “That works too. When the later stages come, moving here will make things easier since there are more people to help take care of you.”
The most excited reaction came from Tang Dingding, who called over: “Sister-in-law, are you pregnant? Is it true? Am I going to be an aunt?!”
Tang Xin laughed: “Yes.”
Tang Dingding: “Waaaah, this is amazing! Are you feeling nauseous yet?”
Not yet.
A month later, Tang Xin was vomiting so much she declared that pregnancy was unbearable.
Later, Tang Xin endured through the nausea and made it through the later stages of pregnancy.
By late spring the following year, she gave birth to a daughter, nicknamed Tang Tang.
Life is long, and getting what you wish for is a matter of chance.
Tang Xin felt like she had won.
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