The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul-Chapter 894 - 893. I like you

"So you’re saying you don’t like my gift?"

"No no no, I love it, I absolutely adore it, you can’t frame me like that!"

Along with Xie Yunzhen’s voice came the blast of loud music, one could tell without guessing where he was now.

Jing Yu pondered for a moment before accepting the invitation; indeed, it had been a long time since he last met with the Xie Family members.

"I’ll come over in a bit."

***

At one o’clock in the morning, the master of a villa in the Palm Pavilion was woken up by a series of doorbell rings.

In the three hundred square meter villa, only Tang Shu was home alone. Remembering that Yang Tiantian had been sent back home after a simple dinner, she had no choice but to go downstairs to open the door herself.

The moonlight tonight was gorgeous, as the fifteenth night’s moonshine spread across the villa’s lawn, so clear that even the individual leaves could be counted.

Wearing a nightgown, Tang Shu looked towards the door and unexpectedly saw a familiar silhouette, the elongated shadow holding a fiery-red rose, his whole person as if gilded with silver.

"...Jing Yu?"

"It’s me."

The person on the other side pushed through the opened electronic gate and stepped closer toward her, the newcomer tall and slender with smooth body lines, very pleasing to the eye.

Upon closer inspection, Tang Shu realized that the person was wearing the handmade suit she had crafted, fitting his physique perfectly, making Jing Yu look neither overly fashionable nor flamboyant, yet sufficiently refined and formal.

—If one were to ignore the heavy scent of alcohol emanating from him, that is.

Late at night, the incessant ringing of the doorbell, the smell of alcohol...

Tang Shu finally understood the dissonance she was feeling in front of her.

"You’re drunk."

"I’m not," denied Jing Yu instantly, his usually clear eyes now slightly clouded, particularly prominent under the moonlight, "You’re back, I saw the bedroom light."

Tang Shu felt that her neighbor tonight was a bit off, seemingly not just drunk.

"So, is that why you rang the doorbell?"

If it wasn’t for the sight of the warm-toned light, he probably would have gone back to the neighboring villa as initially planned.

"Let’s go inside first."

She led the rose-bearing man to the living room sofa, and just as she was about to get up to pour him a glass of water, her wrist was firmly grasped by a strong hand.

"You’re back," Jing Yu tirelessly repeated his earlier words, his gaze intensely focused, pitch-black and distinct.

"Yes, I’m back."

Tang Shu naturally sat down beside him, steadfastly following the principle of agreeing with a drunk person, intending to take the roses from his arms, only to encounter resistance.

Jing Yu looked at her intently, his tone much slower than usual, "I’ll receive flowers again in the future, right?"

"...Yes."

Why does this question sound so strange?

"What about the clothes?"

"..." Even stranger.

"Xiao Shu?"

"I’m here."

"Will you always like me?" he suddenly sighed, seemingly somewhat melancholic.

"..."

Tang Shu suddenly lifted her head, and instinctively moved back.

This movement seemed to greatly dissatisfy the other party, Jing Yu tossed the roses aside and aggressively invaded her space, grasping her slender waist with his palm, his voice deep and carrying a hint of danger.

"You will always like me, won’t you?" freēwēbηovel.c૦m

The distance between the two was less than three centimeters, so close that Tang Shu could clearly smell the alcohol on him, as well as a faint scent of men’s cologne.

Tang Shu’s breath hitched, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts as she gazed at the face so close to her, unsure of how to respond.

The other party grew more displeased with the long absence of an answer, his nose lightly rubbing against hers, his lips so sharp and faint about to touch the ripely red ones before him.

His low voice rang out again, this time with an unprecedented sense of pressure.

"Xiao Shu, answer my question."

Tang Shu found her voice, closely examining the drunk, "Did you always know that I liked you?"

"Of course."

Jing Yu’s tone carried a touch of smugness, a muffled chuckle escaping him as if reveling in secret delight. His voice after drinking was husky and carried penetrating power that almost made Tang Shu want to retreat from her inquiry.

She reached up to stroke the wisps of hair on Jing Yu’s forehead, sidestepping the question she’d just asked, "What about you? How do you feel about this?"

"I like you," he continued in a gravelly voice, as though sharing a long-held secret buried deep in his heart.

"..."

Receiving a definitive answer, Tang Shu’s heart seemed to skip a beat as she instinctively met his sincere, dark eyes.

"Very much," he emphasized.

"Hmm."

"I love you."

"...Hmm."

"Very much."

"I know."

Tang Shu clenched the fiery red rose in her hand, and with a faint snap, something seemed to break.

***

Early Sunday morning, Yang Tiantian received a call from her boss, puzzled yet joyous.

"Strange, didn’t he say he was going on vacation for a few days? Why is he going to the drama society now? And it’s six in the morning!"

"Tiantian, what are you mumbling about?"

"Nothing, Dad, I’m off to work."

"This early?"

"Maybe the boss has some urgent matter."

Tiantian’s Assistant bid farewell to her father, who was preparing ingredients, drove the company’s Volkswagen to Palm Pavilion, and an hour and a half later, dropped Tang Shu off at the Lotus Drama Society.

"Boss, is my vacation over, and I’m back to work as usual?"

That’s not what he said yesterday—

"Yeah, go buy groceries. You’ll have to cook tonight."

"Alright, goodbye Boss!"

Watching the Volkswagen drive away, Tang Shu stood at the entrance of the drama society, hesitating. It seemed... she had come quite early; everyone else hadn’t started work yet.

Maybe go sit in a nearby breakfast shop?

Having made up her mind, Tang Shu put on her black face mask and headed for the wonton shop not far away, her mind filled with Jing Yu’s drunken words from the night before.

"Damn it!"

He knew, he had always known, yet he pretended to be clueless!

All night long, Tang Shu couldn’t figure out whether she was more angry or more thrilled to learn that the person she liked also liked her back.

Her entire mind was a muddled mess.

But one thing Tang Shu was certain of was that she didn’t want to see that person right now, not one bit!

Meanwhile, after a happy trip to the supermarket, Tiantian’s Assistant brought the car back to Palm Pavilion Villa with ease, humming a tune as she opened the door just in time to meet the gaze of Jing Yu waking up from a hangover.

"..."

"Uh... Mr. Jing???"

The assistant was baffled. What’s happening? Why is Mr. Jing here, and it looks like he’s been sleeping here all night?

Wait, when she took the boss to the drama society earlier, she hadn’t even entered the building; she hadn’t turned off the car!

Yang Tiantian shivered, not quite understanding the current situation.

Jing Yu on the sofa lifted the thin blanket, rubbing his temples with slender fingers as his rationality slowly returned.

"Where’s Xiao Shu?"

"...The boss went to the drama society two hours ago."