Part 3
The shock in Tang Yue’s heart was great. He didn’t expect Jiang Shulu to ask a question, but it was very certain.
You’re too bold, there are no men giving birth in this world!
Tang Yue’s heart was in a mess, but Jiang Shulu’s eyes were very hot, falling on his side, almost making Tang Yue unable to escape.
Making Tang Yue want to run away again, but Jiang Shulu’s hand under the table grabbed his hand.
The filming crew seemed very sensible, and didn’t film this side.
There was enough space under the table, even in plain sight, for them to engage in some clandestine activities.
Tang Yue pursed his lips and glanced at Tang Mian beside him.
The little one was still studying the bamboo flowers made by Jiang Shulu, seemingly wanting to make one himself.
Tang Yue hadn’t considered not telling Jiang Shulu the truth, but he also knew something about the Jiang family’s situation.
When they were in the group, even when everyone was busy, they lived together. Except Tang Yue, who would occasionally mention some family matters.
Liu Xicháo lost his mother when he was young and was raised by his father, but his father later died in a construction accident. Liu Xicháo and his younger brother grew up on subsidies.
Years later, Tang Yue learned who provided the subsidy.
It was actually Jiang Shulu’s uncle.
Yao Lixin, on the other hand, came from the healthiest family.
Healthily so, there wasn’t much to say. It was just that his older sister bullied him all day, and his younger sister teamed up with his older sister to scold him. Having grown up in a family with mostly female members, he naturally knew how to please people.
Tang Yue lost his memory due to a “car accident,” so no one asked too many questions.
The Jiang family was rather complicated. Tang Yue initially thought that children from wealthy families like him wouldn’t have any worries, that they would be showered with love.
However, he hadn’t expected this family to be so cold. It was evident from Jiang Shulu’s demeanor on the phone.
Jiang Shulu, as the Jiang family’s sole heir, was the only one, leaving the family with no other choice.
Jiang Shulu, who had grown up in such a family, seemed elegant, gentle, and considerate, but Tang Yue instinctively felt that he was suppressing something.
Unfortunately, the novel he was reading deviated from the “urban pure love” described on the cover; much of the writing was dedicated to content that made Tang Yue feel uncomfortable reading during the day.
In Tang Yue’s eyes, the Jiang Shulu in the book wasn’t three-dimensional; he was just a stereotyped character with labels attached.
He only knew that Jiang Shulu was handsome, rich, responsible, and a cold, domineering CEO.
What about after all that?
Nothing.
Even though Tang Yue had been avoiding Jiang Shulu for three years, he had experienced the other’s favoritism many times.
Maybe because he was the youngest, maybe because he always fell behind, maybe…
Such a meticulous person also had moments of sadness.
It was already past midnight after an event, and Liu Xicháo and Yao Lixin were both asleep.
Even Tang Yue had taken a nap. He came out to get some water and saw Jiang Shulu standing outside smoking.
The moonlight was cold, and the man leaning against the railing looked as if he was about to ride the wind away. That extreme quietness gave Tang Yue the feeling that he was about to throw himself down at any second.
Before that thought, “The captain seems like he doesn’t want to live anymore,” could fully develop, Jiang Shulu had already keenly sensed Tang Yue’s presence.
He came over, asked why he wasn’t sleeping, and returned to his usual gentle demeanor, as if the previous world-weariness was just Tang Yue’s illusion.
Tang Yue had noticed Jiang Shulu’s relationship with his family; Yao Lixin would occasionally mention it.
The most profound time was when the whole team went to Jiang Shulu’s house for a visit to film an interview.
Fans would marvel at the unimaginable wealth, sighing at the extreme luxury of the house, but Tang Yue felt uneasy while sitting down.
He was naturally sensitive and easily sensed people’s likes and dislikes.
Perhaps a skill developed from being isolated during his student days, it strengthened his instinctive detection of others.
He could sense the Jiang family’s unwelcoming attitude, and the disdain behind the smile of Mrs. Jiang, Jiang Shulu’s nominal mother, not just towards them, not just towards the film crew, but even towards Jiang Shulu himself.
Tang Yue subconsciously glanced at Jiang Shulu; the other showed no reaction, smoothly going through the motions.
Even if Jiang Shulu appeared unmoved, Tang Yue had seen his weary expression in the dead of night, feeling both heartache and fear that his feelings would grow stronger.
But Tang Yue could only hurriedly lower his head when Jiang Shulu looked at him.
It didn’t matter if it was interpreted as him being afraid of Jiang Shulu.
Tang Yue thought: Anyway, the captain’s pain shouldn’t be for me to inquire about and heal. He’s already been written with a predetermined partner; what right do I, an outsider, have to intervene?
Because the coldness of the Jiang family was so deeply ingrained, Tang Yue still didn’t think it was the best time to tell Jiang Shulu the truth.
He wanted his child to be happy.
Jiang Shulu’s gaze was not threatening, like the winter sun falling on the terrace, enough to make Tang Yue soften.
A moment later.
Tang Yue grabbed Jiang Shulu’s hand.
The other’s fingers made a hook, then a cross in his palm.
A total of three times. The intertwined skin textures were enough to unsettle both Tang Yue and Jiang Shulu.
For one, the itch in his palm spread to his heart, making him parched.
For the other, the heat from his fingertips felt like it burned to his forehead, causing him to abandon all considerations of pros and cons. It made Tang Yue stand up abruptly, saying he had a headache, and leave the camera’s view. The note was crumpled into a ball and rolled onto the floor as Tang Yue stood up.
The others were startled by Tang Yue. The off-camera staff hurriedly asked what was wrong.
Jiang Shulu also chased after him.
The live stream briefly cut to the outside. Yao Lixin picked up the note that rolled to his feet, didn’t look at it, and put it in his pocket.
Today was the last day, and the tasks assigned by the production team were successfully completed.
Most people could tell that these tasks were just part of the show’s flow, giving the children something to do.
The audience of the variety show basically came to watch the group’s variety show.
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