Part 2
At this moment, he nodded sincerely. “The more I look, the more I like you.”
Tang Yue was coaxed into feeling light as a feather. “I like you too.”
Jiang Shulu: “Then what about your mom and dad?”
He asked a bit cautiously.
Tang Yue: “They love me very much, and their relationship is very good too.”
He thought of the cabinet full of copper flowers in Jiang Shulu’s study. His heart suddenly went incredibly soft. He unconsciously poked at the rice cake in his bowl and asked, “So, Shulu-ge, when did you learn to make copper flowers?”
In his memory, he hadn’t specifically mentioned this.
Jiang Shulu: “Every time I dreamed of you, I would make a bouquet.”
Because the materials were very cheap, his assistant was stunned when he heard Jiang Shulu wanted them, not understanding why his boss wanted to buy such things.
If he wanted a bouquet, ordering one was simple.
Even if an heir like him wanted to do flower arranging, it didn’t need to be made of copper sheets.
How could artificial flowers compare to real ones?
Tang Yue: “Then you must have dreamed of me many, many times.”
Jiang Shulu: “None of it compares to the joy of hearing news about you.”
Tang Yue: “I’m sorry, I just…”
Jiang Shulu shook his head.
Now the person was right beside him. The pot boiling deep in the night, the rising steam, the dining light overhead, the sci-fi movie still playing.
There were marks left by Jiang Shulu on the neck of the alien who might have come from a different timeline.
Tang Yue hurriedly scooped up the tripe, muttering that it was boiled a bit too tough.
This was perfect.
Jiang Shulu asked, “In what capacity should I accompany you to the company tomorrow?”
Tang Yue said “Ah”: “Aren’t you still a shareholder of Chengkong?”
Jiang Shulu: “That was in the Jiang family’s name. It has been dissolved.”
Tang Yue didn’t seem to care much. He appeared to have extraordinary confidence in his musical future. “I’ll support you.”
“Accompany me as Tang Yue’s boyfriend.”
Jiang Shulu: “Guardian?”
Tang Yue: “What guardian! I’m an adult.”
Jiang Shulu: “I really acted as one before. It wouldn’t count as a rumor, right?”
Tang Yue huffed. “Looks like you don’t want to be the boyfriend.”
Jiang Shulu: “Of course I want to. But aren’t we moving too fast to the final step?”
Tang Yue: “I won’t tell.”
He had occasional moments of rebellion. At this moment, he unceremoniously snatched a fish ball from Jiang Shulu’s bowl. “I’m still missing something.”
Tang Yue thought: Do I need to find time to buy rings?
Suddenly, Jiang Shulu stood up.
Tang Yue: “Why are you angry?”
Jiang Shulu: “I’m not. I have something to give you.”
He went to the study. When he walked back, his palm was cupping something.
Steam swirled, and the aroma of food floated in the air.
In the past, waking up in the middle of the night to steal food would have warranted a reminder, let alone eating such flavorful things right after a shower.
The strict Captain had become his pillow partner. In this place with no one else, he pushed a red velvet box in front of Tang Yue.
The fish ball Tang Yue was holding dropped.
Tang Yue: “How can you be like this!”
Jiang Shulu: “Like what?”
Tang Yue: “I’m wearing pajamas right now.”
Jiang Shulu: “I’m wearing pajamas too.”
Tang Yue: “I’m still eating hot pot.”
Jiang Shulu: “I’m eating hot pot with you.”
Tang Yue: “I didn’t want to cry.”
Jiang Shulu: “It’s just a ring, not what you’re thinking.”
He opened the box. The ring inside was simple in design, featuring star elements, yet it wasn’t tacky at all.
Jiang Shulu: “This is the 20th birthday gift I originally wanted to give you.”
He looked at the person sitting opposite him. No wonder fans felt time had frozen in the past; Tang Yue’s face really had a sense of being frozen in time.
But Tang Mian’s age was precious evidence of Tang Yue’s changes.
Fans always said they watched Tang Yue grow up, but wasn’t it the same for Jiang Shulu?
He didn’t have a younger brother. Perhaps he should have had a half-brother.
But that person died very young, and Jiang Shulu had never met him.
He didn’t think about what he would be like if Jiang Shu were still alive.
There were plenty of people younger than Jiang Shulu in his social circle, but most were tainted with the exquisite affectation bred by their family backgrounds.
Even those with ordinary looks had an arrogance they couldn’t sense themselves—just like the arrogance of the Jiang family, soaked into the marrow, as was their education.
Tang Yue was too different.
He was pure white, but not flawless. At first, Jiang Shulu thought his ignorance was a sequela of the car accident and always took care of him a little more.
As he watched him more, his heart became biased. Fortunately, the other two didn’t mind and joined in taking care of Tang Yue.
Tang Yue gave Jiang Shulu the sense of relaxation he had lost.
So he wanted this young man to shine forever, standing in the center of the stage cheered by thousands, receiving the blessings and applause he deserved.
Jiang Shulu: “But you disappeared.”
He took out the ring, pulled Tang Yue’s hand over, and slowly slid the ring onto Tang Yue’s finger.
Jiang Shulu squeezed his ring finger. “Here. For your 26th birthday, I want…”
Tang Yue: “Don’t say it.”
He took a deep breath. “Are you going to let a person eat in peace?”
Jiang Shulu nodded. “Eat.”
Tang Yue: “Couldn’t you just put it directly on the ring finger? You Earthlings are so troublesome.”
Jiang Shulu: “Because aliens aren’t that easy to trap.”
Tang Yue: “Who says? I’d be by your side even without you trapping me.”
The next second, he thought of something and reminded him fiercely, “Next time, you aren’t allowed to wear a tao (condom) either.”
Jiang Shulu: “Do you want to know your 21st birthday gift?”
Tang Yue: “You’re already in front of my eyes, what other gift do I need?”
He looked at the ring, suddenly feeling like a very useless alien.
He couldn’t pluck the stars or scoop up the moon. He could only scoop up all the floating shrimp paste and put it into Jiang Shulu’s bowl—
“You have to eat well from now on, and no secretly smoking.”
The next day, Tang Yue was almost late.
When he got in the car, he checked the message Liu Xichao sent him and asked Jiang Shulu, “Ge, why didn’t you wake me up earlier?”
Jiang Shulu: “You didn’t sleep much, so sleep a bit longer.”
Tang Yue had been wide awake after eating hot pot in the middle of the night. Inspiration struck, and he commandeered Jiang Shulu’s study to go create.
He didn’t even know when he was carried to bed. When he woke up, it was almost past the agreed time.
Tang Yue: “Second Brother is already there.”
Thinking of Liu Xichao, he was a little curious and asked Jiang Shulu, “When is he getting married to Jiang-xiansheng?”
Jiang Shulu: “You want to attend his wedding?”
Tang Yue hummed. “Third Brother said I have no conscience for not attending his wedding.”
Jiang Shulu: “Make him hold another one.”
Tang Yue looked at Jiang Shulu in shock.
It was almost eleven o’clock. The man driving had a calm expression, acting as if he hadn’t just said something shocking.
Jiang Shulu: “The law doesn’t say you can only marry once. The second time can be with the previous person too, right?”
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