Part 2
Tang Yue checked the time and realized Jiang Shulu had replied while he was looking for clothes.
The other party had ignored the pile of media interview requests and hadn’t personally replied to the investors, handing everything over to the team members he had transferred out.
Years of preparation completed overnight, but very few people knew about it. Everyone thought Jiang Shulu had gone mad.
Falling straight from the penthouse, wanting neither halo nor fame and fortune.
He seemed to only want Tang Yue.
From last night until now, Jiang Shulu’s name had remained high on the hot search.
Although the Jiang family-related topics had been withdrawn, the aftershocks alone were enough for people to discuss with relish.
Following closely behind was the hashtag #He Is Very Precious.
— If I remember correctly, the last time Jiang Shulu replied to a fan comment was during a promo seven years ago?
— Although everyone says Tang Yue hates doing business/fan service, Jiang Shulu is the one who really hates it, right? Otherwise, where did the “High Mountain Flower” label come from?
— Who dares make him do business? He’s the boss’s nephew, and the boss’s boss.
— I’m severely touched. If this isn’t true love, what is? I’m still dazed by that wedding-like scene yesterday.
— What wedding! That was clearly a roaring elopement! TV dramas wouldn’t dare film it like that.
— Combined with the descriptions from those influencers, it was so damn romantic. There were prepared flowers in the car too. But what kind of flowers were those? They didn’t look like dried flowers, they were sparkly.
— It’s the copper flower Tang Yue likes, symbolizing love. Link to a certain B-site interview [Link].
— If this isn’t included in future compilations of iconic scenes, I won’t accept it. Top-tier wealthy heir going crazy for love, this kind of excitement is once in a lifetime.
— We stayed up all night here, while the people involved probably /slept/ all night. Single dogs in tears.
— That comment was posted at 4 AM. Jiang Shulu replied to the first one at 5 AM and the second one after 10 AM. It’s hard not to think…
Tang Yue lowered his head and looked at his phone, but Jiang Shulu didn’t ask his question.
Tang Yue sniffled hard, his voice choking up. “You actually replied to that kind of comment scolding you.”
Jiang Shulu laughed. “You saw it.”
Of the four members of Away, Yao Lixin was the easiest to break down over bad comments, Liu Xichao picked and chose what to read, and Tang Yue simply didn’t care.
Jiang Shulu… everyone assumed he didn’t read comments.
So many fans treated his Weibo comments section as a tree hole/diary, writing all sorts of bold declarations.
Who would have thought that years later, it would be proven that Jiang Shulu did read comments, and even read the replies within threads?
“Some people say really ugly things,” Tang Yue said.
“You actually know that people say ugly things?”
Tang Yue glared at him. “I’m not joking.”
He was wearing Jiang Shulu’s shirt and Jiang Shulu’s coat. It was as if he was thoroughly soaked in the scent of agarwood, giving Jiang Shulu the feeling that he had completely marked Tang Yue.
Jiang Shulu was in a remarkably good mood. “I’m not sad. Didn’t you say it?”
The man driving had a smile on his lips. “You’re going to support me.”
“I said it.”
He unlocked his screen again, clicked on Jiang Shulu’s Weibo comments, and directly quoted the “soft rice” comment.
@Tang Yue Evening: I can afford to support him [So Happy] // @jsl’s Little Sweetie: Isn’t it shameful to be a love-brained soft rice man?!
By the time the car arrived at the cemetery and Tang Yue went to get the pre-ordered flowers, Jiang Shulu finally had time to check WeChat.
The group chat was full of people tagging him.
Clearly a four-person group, but they chatted with the volume of four hundred people.
[Liu Xichao: @Jiang Shulu Wow, your wifey is so badass!]
[Yao Lixin: @Tang Yue When did you learn to use shady emojis? This emoji is too passive-aggressive.]
[Liu Xichao: I think he probably clicked it by mistake, because his Weibo posts are always just smiles.]
[Yao Lixin: The smile is even more passive-aggressive, okay?]
[Liu Xichao: In Tang Yue’s eyes, that’s the expression for world peace.]
Jiang Shulu clicked the link shared in the group, which jumped to Tang Yue’s Weibo.
The data was already terrifying.
Because Tang Yue didn’t post on Weibo often—the last post was the photo from the island stop.
Looking at Tang Yue’s Weibo history, original posts were few and far between, and he loved using the yellow bean smile emoji, appearing very much like a senior citizen on the social internet.
Even though “Journey with Little Ones Through Mountains and Rivers” was a hit and he got his account back, he hadn’t reposted anything.
Fans were used to it.
They could only hope Tang Yue would post more pictures, even without captions.
Today, the moment his Weibo went out, die-hard fans received a notification.
— I’m stunned. Suddenly I feel like stars are living people.
— Support living people getting involved.
— If Jiang Shulu can’t eat soft rice, who can?
— Does this mean my baby is going to make a full comeback?
— The ID has changed too ahhh!! Camping for a comeback announcement!! Making money to support the family, right? Hahaha, I’m a tasteless dog, I love to watch this.
Jiang Shulu hadn’t expected Tang Yue to do this.
His gaze lingered on the page for a long, long time. The heart that had lacked the desire to share for so many years reignited.
Just like last night, fans dug through all of Jiang Shulu’s Weibo posts and found that ninety percent of his original posts were related to Tang Yue.
This relationship had traces everywhere, yet under the public eye, it remained unknown.
It became a dignified—not close.
Around five in the afternoon, Jiang Shulu also posted an original Weibo.
It was a burst of photos taken in night mode—the back of Tang Yue in a white suit by the roadside.
From facing away, to turning around, to seeing the person coming.
Even though the images were blurry, it was enough to make people feel Tang Yue’s joy.
He wasn’t some cold-faced maknae at all; he seemed to be only this person’s sweet heart.
@Jiang Shulu: The soft rice I want to eat [Image].
This was Tang Yue’s first time visiting a cemetery since transmigrating into the book.
He suddenly realized he still hadn’t taken a good look at this world.
When he first transmigrated, aside from rehabilitation, there was training, followed by their debut. The schedule was so packed that even an alien found earthlings terrifying.
Do they not sleep?
How can they wrap up work at dawn, go clubbing with full energy, and then start working again after just a coffee the next day?
Too scary!! Is it true that coffee flows in their veins?
Away had almost no long vacations during those three years.
Public holidays were nonexistent for them; instead, their schedules were even more hectic.
Tang Yue needed more sleep than the average person. There were fan-cam videos of him just giving up and falling asleep while squeezed in a crowd, drifting along with the people.
Liu Xichao watched dumbfounded and wanted to wake him up, but Jiang Shulu stopped him.
He supported Tang Yue, looking more attentive than the assistant beside them. It made Tang Yue’s mother-fans tear up and almost call Jiang Shulu “Dad.”
In those three years, Tang Yue had been to many places.
Conversely, he had seen very little of normal social interaction, at most attending a few weddings of artists from the same company.
His impression of funerals came from a time Yao Lixin didn’t attend a brand event with them.
It was because he went back to his hometown to attend a grandaunt’s funeral.
The photos he sent back were chaotic, showing him surrounded by village children.
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