The original video was a YouTube interview.
The host asked top-tier celebrity Tang Yanzhou:
"Is there anything you still regret?"
The handsome man, with a hint of roguish charm and always a lazy demeanor, instantly stiffened. He offered a bitter, unreadable smile.
He said: "I forgot to write a love letter to my girl." (I forgot to write a love letter to my girl.)
Tang Yanzhou, a super-rich second-generation heir who could do anything he pleased, was a member of a first-generation top boy band.
At the peak of his fame, he chose to study abroad. He had only joined the entertainment industry for fun in the first place.
Besides that, he was also my ex-boyfriend.
Netizens dug up old videos and found a lot of evidence of our relationship back then.
What they mentioned most was the love letter I wrote back then.
Times had changed, and I found it quite amusing; the netizens' enthusiasm made me marvel.
But amidst a flood of comments like [Ahhh, I'm practically devouring my screen!], one distinct comment caught my eye.
[What are you all shipping nonsense for? Doesn't she have a husband?]
The account name was "An An is My Wife."
My fanbase was evenly split between men and women, and there were countless account names like this.
The comment had been posted half an hour ago, and many people had replied.
[Old man, do you even know what the beauty of a BE is?]
[We like it, is that so hard to accept?]
[It's just normal. Why make such a fuss?]
[Her own husband doesn't even have an opinion, what are you so anxious about?]
The man didn't reply to those comments but posted two other updates on Weibo.
[All these netizens are shipping so hard their brains are mush, boo hoo hoo, my wife abandoned me.]
[Everyone, she's back! Turns out she bought my favorite congee for me! [proud face.jpg].]
Although I didn't understand what shipping netizens had to do with this man's wife,
I felt like this man was pacing around anxiously like a big dog.
I bit into a steamed bun, a little amused.
As soon as I looked up, I saw Jiang Zi elegantly and unusually intently opening the bowl of salted egg and lean pork congee I had bought.
Hmm...
It felt a little strange.
"Have you been very busy lately?"
Jiang Zi, who was eating, suddenly asked.
"Not really, I'm joining the film crew at the end of the week."
I replied.
The dining room fell silent again.
This was our normal state.
Jiang Zi and I were in an arranged marriage between families; we had no romantic feelings for each other, always treating each other with the respect due to esteemed guests.
It wasn't until he finished his congee that Jiang Zi calmly said:
"Tomorrow night is Madam Gui's eightieth birthday banquet. Come with me."
"Okay."
After receiving my agreement, Jiang Zi immediately turned and left, his steps steady and light.
I looked at his cold, arrogant back, dismissing the thought that Jiang Zi might have a burner account.
But three minutes later...
"An An is My Wife" posted a new Weibo update.
Just one sentence.
[Got a date with my wife, so happy!]
After finishing the photoshoot for "Vlo" magazine, I turned and headed back to the dressing room.
My assistant was standing in front of an evening gown, full of admiration.
"Sister An! Look quickly! The gown CEO Jiang sent this year is O Scar's new collection!"
"I heard it hasn't even opened for pre-orders domestically yet! Sigh, those female celebrities are going to go crazy again this time..."
I also stood before the gown.
Beautiful diamonds were studded across the black evening gown, like bright stars in the night sky.
Intricate hand-embroidered gold thread adorned it as well.
The soft, glossy silk, the dress swayed ever so slightly, exuding an alluring luxury.
It was a beauty that inspired awe.
It seemed Jiang Zi took this evening party very seriously.
After I changed into the formal dress, I was dragged all over the place to take photos.
It was half an hour later before I finally left the studio.
An eye-catching Koenigsegg was parked by the roadside.
The man leaned against the car, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit that accentuated his striking height.
He frowned slightly, his sharp facial features making his already imposing aura even heavier.
I was a little stunned.
Because he was also wearing a black suit, embroidered with gold thread.
I lowered my head again to look at my formal dress.
This seemed to be... a couple's outfit.
Let me think for a moment...
It must have been ordered by the secretary.
After all, CEO Jiang was busy with countless tasks every day, having no time for such trivial matters, nor was he the type to pay attention to them.
I thought Jiang Zi wanted to tell me something, which was why he had gotten out of the car to wait.
Unexpectedly, he had only gotten out to open the car door for me, and once he did, he walked around to the other side and got in.
This surprised me a little.
It wasn't until we got out of the car that Jiang Zi took out his phone and opened the front camera.
First, he adjusted the hair on his forehead, then tidied his sleeves...
Me: "..."
Is this the same Jiang Zi who remains indifferent even when the stock market is in turmoil?
It's just a party; does it need to be taken this seriously?
Could it be that his "white moonlight" or an ex-girlfriend is coming?
As I was lost in thought, Jiang Zi suddenly looked towards me.
His ink-black eyes sparkled with light, his gaze fixed intently on me.
He unexpectedly reached out, gently placing his hand behind my ear.
The scorching heat from his fingertips made my heart tremble uncontrollably.
The man seemed very happy, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
Although it wasn't obvious, because we were so close, I could still see it.
The car stopped.
Jiang Zi withdrew his hand. "Wait for me."
Then he got out of the car again to open the door for me.
This was too strange.
But I didn't have time to think further.
Jiang Zi helped me out of the car, and countless reporters and paparazzi immediately swarmed us.
Flashbulbs continuously flared, the light seemingly intent on blinding those facing it.
My professionalism, cultivated over many years, helped me seamlessly enter professional mode.
I smiled and took Jiang Zi's arm, calmly facing the crowd.
Jiang Zi also naturally put his arm around my waist.