Chapter 50 part 1
Liang Yi assumed Tang Yue wouldn’t be up so early the next day, but to her surprise, he was already sitting downstairs, video chatting with Tang Mian.
“Has Daddy eaten breakfast?” Tang Mian asked.
“Has Xiao Mie eaten breakfast?” Tang Yue countered.
“Uncle Yao is taking us out for dim sum!” Tang Mian chirped.
“Don’t eat too much, okay? Eating…”
“I know! Is Daddy at Auntie’s house?”
Tang Yue hummed in response. A moment later, Liang Yi walked over and greeted Tang Mian.
Tang Mian perfectly embodied the role of a worried parent, rambling on to Liang Yi about looking after Tang Yue: “Daddy always forgets to eat, Auntie, you have to watch him.”
“A-and it’s so cold today, why is Daddy wearing so little?”
“It’s much colder here than where you are, the heater is on,” Liang Yi explained.
The little boy beamed again. “It’s floor heating season again! I like winter.”
“What do you want to do in winter?” Liang Yi asked.
“This year, I want Daddy and Uncle Jiang to take me for a snowball fight,” Tang Mian said.
He was like a scheduled reminder machine, starting early in the morning to fill Liang Yi in on Tang Yue and Jiang Shulu’s affairs.
After hanging up, Liang Yi frowned and exclaimed, “How can Xiao Mie like Jiang Shulu so much? Is this the power of blood relations? But I hate my dad.”
Tang Yue thought of Tang Huaide. He had perfectly taken over the original Tang Yue’s identity, but he had no memories, relying entirely on information to piece things together.
So he couldn’t say he liked or hated him, but morally speaking, Tang Huaide was indeed a scumbag.
“Brother Shulv is very good to Xiao Mie,” Tang Yue said.
“Did Jiang Shulu tell you about his past?” Liang Yi asked.
Liang Yi’s mansion didn’t even employ a nanny. Perhaps the nocturnal manga artist, Jiang Xiujun, was her dedicated male nanny; he had already brewed Liang Yi’s morning black tea.
“He mentioned some things,” Tang Yue said.
Liang Yi had plenty of dating experience, but she still found Tang Yue hard to read.
This cheap brother of hers definitely liked Jiang Shulu, but his previous affection felt lukewarm, even bland—a three-year avoidant flirtation.
Yet, when he could have aborted the child, Tang Yue chose to keep it.
Five years of yearning, a love so deep it was visible to the naked eye.
It was too contradictory. So contradictory that ordinary people looking at Tang Yue still felt he was shrouded in a mist, but the person who could clear that mist had long been decided.
“Aren’t you curious?” Liang Yi asked.
“Curious, but I’m not in a hurry. Like why Xiao Mie exists, I haven’t completely explained it to Brother Shulu yet.”
And his bizarre background of being from another planet.
Tang Yue pinched his fingers. Even after returning to the mountains for years, the young man’s hands were still fair and delicate, like a handful of fresh snow.
“Although he’s already guessed it, he hasn’t asked me to say it to him.”
Liang Yi nodded, then changed the subject with a smile. “You probably won’t be coming back here tonight, right?”
Tang Yue let out an “ah.”
“Doesn’t Jiang Shulu have his own place? Why do you want to crash at mine?” Liang Yi teased.
Her tone was light and playful.
It made Tang Yue think of the phone call he had with Jiang Shulu last night.
After muddling through with the phrase “the kind of sleep where we make another baby,” Tang Yue quickly hung up the voice call.
Sleeping together for over ten days had squeezed out Tang Yue’s five years of habits, adapting him to sleeping in an embrace, where hands could freely pinch ears. As a result, lying alone in bed last night felt a bit uncomfortable.
But the distance turned into a voice in his ear, amplifying Tang Yue’s desire. To this day, Tang Yue couldn’t bear to recall how many dirty things he had said to Jiang Shulu.
The Captain must have been scared.
He even asked if he had been drinking.
Tang Yue was heartbroken: It would have been better if I had been drinking. At least then it could be considered drunken harassment. What is it now?
Sober harassment, and he even commented that the Captain’s hugs before weren’t as heart-fluttering as that one night.
“What are you thinking about? Afraid Jiang Shulu will reject you?” Liang Yi asked.
Tang Yue shook his head. He looked at the woman beside him and suddenly asked, “Then what does Yi-jie want?”
When his clear, sea-like eyes stared seriously at someone, it was easy to get lost in them. Even Liang Yi, who had seen countless people, found Tang Yue to be unique.
If Tang Yue had a lively and bubbly personality, he might not be as captivating as he was now.
Liang Yi had seen plenty of “little suns,” but Tang Yue was the only one like a meteor.
“I don’t think I can give Yi-jie lots and lots of money,” Tang Yue said.
Their deal back then was simply Tang Yue handing over the evidence left by his mother in the safe, Liang Yi naturally bringing down the Tang family, and Tang Yue successfully giving birth and retiring.
But Liang Yi’s visits over the past five years couldn’t be faked, her care was genuine, and her continued dedication now made Tang Yue feel a little guilty.
“Didn’t I say? Let Jiang Shulu be our family’s live-in son-in-law.”
“Although that’s not very likely to happen, I’ve talked to him. He can offer me quite a few benefits, and we’ll be family eventually.”
She made no attempt to hide her ambition, ruffling Tang Yue’s hair as she laughed. “I want my business to flourish. I’ve had my eye on the Jiang family’s piece of the pie for a long time. Getting a share wouldn’t be bad.”
Liang Yi was a good judge of character.
Years ago, after Tang Yue gave birth to Tang Mian, she had seen Jiang Shulu from afar at a banquet. Even without meeting him face-to-face, she had sensed that this man was not to be underestimated.
Sure enough, in five years, the Jiang family developed rapidly overseas, and their domestic projects were equally impressive. The industry praised Jiang Shulu as the perfect heir, and many wealthy families used him as a model for educating their children. But Liang Yi accidentally stumbled upon a secret.
It came from Jiang Xiujun, the manga genius who loved collecting stories and inspiration everywhere.
In his teens, he was obsessed with gathering material and rented an attic room in the outskirts of S City for a long time. Later, he bought it, preserving a long-term source of inspiration from the humble alley.
And Liang Yi happened to see a photo.
She followed the clues and uncovered the Jiang family’s secret.
A real-life Prince and the Pauper, but a successful version.
It was a pity the “pauper” didn’t want to be a prince, still cherishing the time he lived with his mother in the humble attic.
Jiang Shulu would occasionally pass by that area with restraint, pretending to wait for someone at the street corner for a while before leaving.
Fifteen-year-old, twenty-two-year-old, and twenty-five-year-old Jiang Shulu were all captured in Jiang Xiujun’s street scenes.
If the Jiang family had been a little kinder to Jiang Shulu, if they hadn’t taken Zhou Maiyin away so resolutely back then, they wouldn’t have pushed Jiang Shulu to this point.
An heir without emotional attachments had pros and cons. A wealthy marriage alliance could benefit generations.
But it could also create rifts between husband and wife, easily leading to other scandals.
Emotional attachments could be divided into fickleness and devotion. Fickleness produced playboys, which carried risks. Devotion produced obsession, easily leading one to abandon everything.
Jiang Shulu was the latter. Just because he met Tang Yue, a seed was planted. Years later, it had grown into a lush tree, too late to prune.
So Jiang Shulu went with the flow, planning to completely separate from the Jiang family.
He might not be able to return to being Zhou Chou, but he could be Tang Yue’s pillow partner.
“Will it be very hard?” Tang Yue asked.
He looked at Liang Yi, unaware that his question was a bit disjointed.
She cared about interests; he asked about feelings.
“What?” Liang Yi asked.
Tang Yue smiled. “Will you and Brother Shulv have to work very hard?”
Last night, when Jiang Shulu called Tang Yue, he said he had just finished a meeting. And for five years, even when Liang Yi came to visit Tang Yue, she brought work with her.
Life for the alien from Planet 9787 had never involved business competition or ambition.
Whatever he did came from the heart.
Heartfelt likes, heartfelt avoidance.
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