Part 2
Jiang Xiujun raised an eyebrow, suddenly understanding a bit why shoujo manga sold so well.
These two right in front of him really had “the feeling.” No wonder the livestream variety show was so popular.
Liang Yi: “I’ll wait for you to close the net.”
Jiang Shulu: “I’ll accompany Xiao Yue to finish the program first.”
Tang Yue: “Ge, do you still have important things to do?”
Jiang Shulu: “Nothing is as important as you.”
Tang Yue thought of Jiang Shulu weeping silently in the attic, his heart turning soft and mushy. Regardless of the occasion, he just wanted to snuggle with Jiang Shulu right then.
Jiang Shulu: “Kiss when we get back.”
Liang Yi smiled and shook her head.
Tang Yue: “There are no outsiders anyway.”
Liang Yi: “At this moment, I’d better be an outsider.”
This meal didn’t involve much talk about work, instead allowing Jiang Shulu to discover that Liang Yi and Tang Yue’s way of getting along was also very special.
Liang Yi wasn’t like the difficult business figure described by subordinates to Jiang Shulu in the past.
At least on this occasion, the human touch was strong; even the coldest person had moments of melting.
Tang Yue couldn’t resist asking for a small glass of wine and said “Oh”: “Then out of the four of us here, three are illegitimate children.”
Jiang Xiujun: …
Tang Yue: “Then does Sister Yi want me to change my surname?”
He didn’t quite understand some Earth cultures; his name was given by his parents.
But this secret was only known to Jiang Shulu beside him, so he appeared conflicted.
Liang Yi: “The one I hate is that beast Tang Huaide. Besides, I’ve snatched all his family property, and now it’s all under my, Liang Yi’s, name. What is there to struggle with?”
She smiled: “So I told Shulu, I’m very experienced in this kind of thing. If you need anything, you can find me.”
Jiang Shulu nodded: “I want more than this.”
Liang Yi understood: “I didn’t have a particularly legitimate reason, but you do.”
Tang Yue vaguely understood, for example, the death of his biological mother that Jiang Shulu mentioned that day.
For example, he found his mother’s family but still dared not approach due to timidity.
If not for Tang Yue, even if Jiang Shulu reached today, he would still be a lonely man.
And there wouldn’t be this warm moment of lamp flowers falling into wine.
Several of them were people tortured by fate into taking unconventional paths, yet gathered together, they could be a neat and tidy family.
But Jiang Shulu still had questions: “How did you find out I wasn’t Jiang Kaicheng’s biological son?”
The Jiang family was very cautious. Even Zhou Maiyin’s death took Jiang Shulu decades to gather information on; finding a loophole was extremely difficult.
Jiang Shulu’s identity was Jiang Kaicheng’s biggest secret. If Jiang Shulu hadn’t voluntarily revealed it later, even Jiang He wouldn’t have known.
But Liang Yi used this as a bargaining chip to trade for Jiang Shulu’s new project.
If their relationship wasn’t deep now, and if Jiang Shulu hadn’t intended to leave, this could easily have become a bomb.
Liang Yi: “Ask Xiujun.”
Before Jiang Xiujun could speak, Tang Yue beat him to it: “I guess Shulu-ge was photographed.”
Jiang Xiujun: “How did you know?”
The alien who seemed not too bright in others’ eyes was indeed very clever sometimes.
Jiang Shulu took him into the humble alley, and his expression along the way was etched in Tang Yue’s heart.
How could he not guess that Jiang Shulu must have restrained himself while passing by?
Just like his unvented longing for Tang Yue over these years turned into a cabinet full of copper flowers.
So Jiang Shulu must have lingered.
He wasn’t perfect at all, but because he still had deep affection, he was exceptionally charming.
Tang Yue propped up his face. The wine here wasn’t as good as the rice wine in the small village, but it still made Tang Yue’s face flushed. Under the bamboo lamp overhead, he squinted at Jiang Shulu.
His hand was still holding Jiang Shulu’s, his fingertips rubbing the knuckles of Jiang Shulu’s fingers.
A pinch, a pause. Like when he kissed Jiang Shulu deep in the night, stroke by stroke, provoking the other person to lose control, wanting only to go deeper.
To make this person his own.
Tang Yue: “Because Shulu-ge values feelings very much.”
His eyes were a bit blurry, eyelashes trembling, and he hummed: “He loved his mom very much, and liked that past, so he couldn’t help but go look.”
“Just like…”
“I couldn’t help missing him.”
No one could resist Tang Yue’s gaze at this moment. Even the bystanders Liang Yi and Jiang Xiujun were moved.
Liang Yi didn’t believe much in love before.
Her history of rising to power was seen by others as shameful emotional entanglements, from which she finally withdrew ruthlessly.
Chips accumulated year by year, finally crossing the ocean to “inherit” her biological father’s property.
Love could be a young girl’s illusion, but it wouldn’t be Liang Yi’s pursuit.
So marriage could also be business.
But she was influenced by Tang Yue. When accompanying him during birth, she held the hand of this brother with half her blood, listening to his whispered entrustment.
Saying “what if.”
Saying “I miss him so much.”
Then saying “I can’t.”
At that moment, Liang Yi had thought about notifying Jiang Shulu directly.
But Tang Yue’s eyes were firm, his azure gaze full of refusal.
He said “no” again.
It was his own choice.
In the following five years, Liang Yi saw Tang Yue working, drunk, and murmuring.
Liking someone seemed to become particularly important.
Enough to help one survive lonely times, without affecting Tang Yue’s work, and even becoming his driving force.
One day, Liang Yi received a video Tang Yue sent by mistake and couldn’t help posting it on social media, only to retract it shortly after.
She still hoped Tang Yue would prove his strength himself.
The reason Tang Yue’s music was unforgettable was that all his feelings were in it.
Once heard, it couldn’t be forgotten, like a poppy.
Liang Yi’s tacit permission for Jiang Xiujun to enter her world was also influenced by Tang Yue.
She wanted to try, what if.
Would Jiang Shulu, who had had Tang Yue, give up?
In this instant, Jiang Shulu couldn’t help reaching out and covering Tang Yue’s eyes.
His voice was slightly hoarse: “You’re not allowed to say anymore.”
Tang Yue’s vision suddenly went black. He asked groggily: “Is it because it got dark?”
Jiang Shulu laughed: “Xiao Yue, you’re drunk.”
Tang Yue: “Am I?”
Jiang Shulu: “Then shall we go home?”
Tang Yue: “Then carry me, I have no strength.”
He looked extremely well-behaved and extended both hands.
Jiang Shulu glanced at Liang Yi.
Liang Yi waved her hand: “Go, go, my eyes are going blind.”
Jiang Xiujun was already taking notes.
It was already dark outside. As Jiang Shulu drove toward their residence, Tang Yue’s phone suddenly rang. It was a call from Tang Mian.
Jiang Shulu picked up. The child in the video was drinking milk. Seeing it was Jiang Shulu, he called out “Daddy.”
Jiang Shulu felt incredibly soothed in his heart. He glanced at the sleeping Tang Yue and asked Tang Mian—
“Baby, bas Xiao Yue ever said what kind of house decoration he likes?”
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