Part 3
It was cold outside. Tang Yue pulled his scarf up. The blue-eyed youth shook his head. “I’m not worried.”
Liang Yi’s house was a bit far, almost in the suburbs.
But the area was large, and she had adopted two more dogs.
When Tang Yue arrived, Tang Mian was already there, playing with a dog in the yard. He wanted to ride the Old English Sheepdog but was stopped by Jiang Xiujun.
Seeing people arrive, Jiang Xiujun jogged over.
Tang Mian also clattered over, shouting “Daddy” at Tang Yue.
Then he waved at Jiang He: “Great-Uncle!”
This seniority was really high; Tang Yue felt weird every time he heard it.
He couldn’t help asking Jiang He, “Does Mr. Jiang not find me strange?”
Jiang He: “You mean the fact that you have Tang Mian?”
Jiang He was dressed extremely fastidiously. The “old man with heavy idol baggage” Liu Xichao complained about wasn’t actually exaggerated; instead, it elevated Jiang He’s nobility to another level.
Tang Yue nodded and picked up Tang Mian.
Jiang He looked at the child. “What’s strange about that? It’s Shulu’s miraculous encounter, isn’t it?”
Beside them, Jiang Xiujun greeted Jiang He and said, “Yeah, Xiao Yue, don’t feel pressured. Since Sheng Cangyun went public, I feel the public acceptance is higher.”
Tang Yue thought of the new WeChat friend he added, and the photos Sheng Cangyun posted on his Moments.
The person Sheng Cangyun loved was already dead. His actions were like an expired, grand confession.
But people still didn’t know what exactly happened between him and Liang Qingshi. Why they went separate ways after the amnesia, why one pursued someone else, and the other went bleakly to a foreign land.
Tang Yue felt sad, yet somewhat fortunate.
He and Jiang Shulu weren’t separated by life and death. It was indeed, as Jiang He said, a miraculous encounter.
Tang Yue gave an “En.” Just as he was about to follow Jiang Xiujun inside, a loud shout came from behind. It was Liu Xichao.
Liu Xichao shouted Jiang He’s name as soon as he parked, then ran over at high speed.
He looked like he hadn’t removed his work makeup yet, but he ran fast, breezing past Tang Yue and jumping straight onto Jiang He’s back from behind.
Tang Yue was startled, afraid that the seemingly frail Jiang He would collapse.
Unexpectedly, the man only staggered slightly but still caught Liu Xichao.
Liu Xichao: “Jiang He, do you have me in your heart?”
Jiang Xiujun was dumbfounded, while Tang Mian clapped his hands: “Great-Uncle is so amazing!”
Tang Yue suddenly felt a bit guilty, afraid his recording had caused an emotional rift between these two. The next second, he heard Tang Mian’s loud “Daddy.”
Tang Yue just turned his head when someone wrapped an arm around his shoulder.
The familiar scent of oud wood rushed into Tang Yue’s nose. Jiang Shulu had also arrived in a hurry. He took Tang Mian away, making it more convenient to hug Tang Yue, and asked, “Hungry?”
Tang Mian: “I ate the cupcakes Little Uncle-in-law made! They were delicious.”
Jiang Xiujun tactfully walked away.
In front was Jiang He carrying Liu Xichao, his ear being pulled by Liu Xichao, looking like he was listening to his wife’s lecture.
Jiang Xiujun found it creepy watching them, thinking these people seemed to have two faces—one for the public, one for private.
Watching Mr. Liu’s videos online before, he looked so gentle.
Jiang Shulu held Tang Yue. “Xiao Yue, were you scared today?”
Tang Yue leaned closer to him. “A little bit.”
Jiang Shulu: “Sorry, I should have…”
Tang Yue interrupted him: “I’m so angry.”
Jiang Shulu: “What?”
Tang Mian took the opportunity to ask to get down and ran after the dogs.
Tang Yue held Jiang Shulu’s hand. The weather was cold, and his hands were a bit chilly. Jiang Shulu warmed them with both of his.
Tang Yue: “Although I didn’t ask for too many details, Brother Shulu really did a lot.”
He reached out and suddenly hugged Jiang Shulu. “It must have been very hard work.”
Jiang Shulu’s tension instantly dissipated. He couldn’t suppress a smile. “Not hard.”
Tang Yue rested his chin on his shoulder, his feet tiptoeing up and down. “Don’t lie.”
Jiang Shulu: “What person? Alien person?”
Liang Yi’s yard was well-maintained. The rockery, spring water, and green space were exceptionally soothing in the dimming daylight.
Tang Yue: “It’s an alien, and also a lover.”
He hugged tightly. “Should I have asked more? Like asking you about work details every day?”
Tang Yue realized he seemed to easily share other things, from the feel of the piano keys during practice to funny things in the recording studio, or that the cookies at afternoon tea tasted wrong.
As he talked, he forgot to ask Jiang Shulu.
Jiang Shulu: “Don’t I report to Lord Tang Yue every day?”
His hand rested on Tang Yue’s back, stroking through the clothes like petting a blue-eyed cat that had long found its home.
Tang Yue: “Right. Actually, I don’t really understand, and I get a bit sleepy.”
Jiang Shulu: “Then you pretend to care about me?”
Tang Yue: “No way!!”
He huffed twice. “I see other people cohabiting, they all chat a bit about work.”
Jiang Shulu: “We worked together for three years before. Do we still need to talk about that stuff?”
A light rain began to fall from the sky, drifting in the cold wind.
Jiang Shulu suddenly hoisted Tang Yue onto his back, just like when he played with Tang Mian at home, and suddenly sprinted.
Tang Yue screamed and quickly wrapped his arms around Jiang Shulu’s neck.
Inside, Liu Xichao, who was opening red wine, glanced out the floor-to-ceiling window and said “Oh.” “Is that really satisfying? Jiang Shulu’s smile is a bit too scary.”
Before Jiang He could speak, Liu Xichao said, “I wasn’t counting on you.”
Jiang Xiujun suppressed a laugh and whispered to Liang Yi sitting aside, “Why are they like this?”
Liang Yi: “It doesn’t fit the CEO and his pampering wife comic you want to draw.”
Jiang Xiujun: “When did I want to draw that!”
Liang Yi: “I think you are more the ‘pampering wife’ type.”
The male-college-student-looking cartoonist put on a shy expression and blinked. “Really?”
Liang Yi: “Stop pretending.”
Tang Yue was carried into the house by Jiang Shulu, panting as he unwound his scarf.
Jiang Shulu: “I carried you, why does it sound like you carried me?”
Tang Yue: “It was too scary, I felt like I was going to fall.”
Jiang Shulu: “So you grabbed my hair?”
In the news, Jiang Shulu had slicked-back hair and a cold expression. Now his coat was messy, his hair was messy; he looked extremely relaxed as he reached out to help Tang Yue undo the scarf and fixed his hair.
Liu Xichao propped his chin up watching Jiang Shulu and Tang Yue, asking Jiang He, “Have you ever seen Jiang Shulu with curly hair?”
Jiang He shook his head.
Liu Xichao: “Was it the Jiang family’s requirement?”
Jiang He: “Shulu’s own requirement, I suppose.”
Liu Xichao asked Tang Yue, who had sat down, “When will your boyfriend stop straightening his hair? But he has heavy idol baggage just like Jiang He.”
Tang Yue: “Didn’t he have a long curly hair look?”
Liu Xichao: “Please, that was a perm, okay?”
Tang Yue looked at Jiang Shulu.
He tilted his head, and while tilting, he leaned onto Jiang Shulu’s shoulder again.
Liu Xichao: “I can’t stand it.”
Tang Yue: “I can stand it.”
Jiang Shulu: “Really?”
Tang Yue gave an “Uh” sound. “Theoretically, yes.”
He then whispered to Jiang Shulu, “Is your ‘down there’ healed?”
Jiang Shulu nodded.
Liu Xichao looked thoughtful and called out to Jiang Shulu.
Jiang Shulu looked up. Liu Xichao: “Recommend your surgeon to him.”
Tang Yue looked at Jiang He. The man remained expressionless and even clinked glasses with Liang Yi.
Jiang Shulu nodded.
Liu Xichao said to Tang Yue again, “My phone messages are about to explode. So many people I worked with before are asking me about you.”
Tang Yue: “I’m still waiting for Sister Lin to reply to me. Otherwise, I would have posted on Weibo saying it’s true long ago.”
There was a bunch of people spontaneously refuting rumors online; Tang Yue felt very apologetic.
Mentioning this matter, Liang Yi asked Jiang Shulu, “Is your company building finalized?”
Jiang Shulu gave a hum.
Liang Yi: “Then since we are family, cooperation must be the priority, right?”
Her tone sounded a bit regretful. “I originally planned to let you come to Kunyu. I didn’t expect you to hide so deep, Shulu, arranging everything overseas long ago.”
Liang Yi asked Jiang He, “Did Mr. Jiang know about this?”
Jiang He shook his head. “I knew there would be something, but I didn’t know the scale was this big.”
Liu Xichao said loudly in Tang Yue’s ear, “I told you Jiang family people have 800 heart eyes (schemes/thoughts). Your boyfriend has 1600.”
Tang Yue: “Why is it double?”
Liu Xichao, hating iron for not becoming steel: “He hides things, ah.”
This provocation was too blatant. Jiang Shulu swirled his red wine and clinked glasses with Tang Mian, whose goblet contained milk.
He didn’t care at all.
Tang Yue: “But Brother Shulu tells me everything.”
Liu Xichao: “So you knew about this?”
Tang Yue: “He seems to have mentioned it, only I didn’t understand.”
Liu Xichao finally understood why his mom loved poking his forehead when he was little. Now he really wanted to poke Tang Yue’s forehead.
One with 1600 schemes paired with one with no schemes… surprisingly a perfect match.
Liu Xichao: “Then what do you remember?”
Tang Yue looked at Jiang Shulu and shook his head. “I can’t say that.”
Even if he didn’t say it, Liu Xichao knew just by looking at Jiang Shulu’s smile.
He asked again, “When are you and Jiang Shulu getting the certificate? The wedding can be a big affair, but do you need to pick a date for the registration?”
Tang Yue: “How about tomorrow?”
Jiang Shulu: “Tomorrow?”
Liang Yi smiled. “Tomorrow is his first day at the new company.”
Tang Yue: “Is it strange to go get married on the first day of work?”
He said it so matter-of-factly that Jiang Shulu nodded.
“Then let’s go get married tomorrow.”
— 「Vacuum Suit」
Tang Yue (Shocked): Do I really have to wear this? It’s so weird.
Liu Xichao (Calm): Nothing will show, don’t worry.
Yao Lixin (Wow): What route are we taking now? Luckily, my workouts have been effective recently.
Tang Yue (Terrified): I don’t have those pecs! I can’t fill it out!
Liu Xichao (Stifling laughter): We’re not asking you to become a muscle man, what are you afraid of? It’s custom-made, it’ll definitely look good.
Yao Lixin: We’re not going for the muscle man route anyway…
Liu Xichao: Captain, hand me that necklace.
This styling was shot in a snow scene studio. Although it was fake snow, Tang Yue was still too shy to expose too much; the exposed parts turned pink.
The post-production team spent ages Photoshopping.
In the end, fans compared the behind-the-scenes footage and felt the raw footage might have looked better.
That set of photos was reposted for a lottery draw by Liu Xichao years later in the capacity of Chengkong’s anniversary celebration.
Then, the second-largest shareholder rigged the draw and took it.
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