Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

As soon as Yang Chaoyue entered the room, he smelled a faint aroma of coffee.

An open laptop sat on the desk, displaying a draft of a proposal on its screen, next to a half-finished, now-cold cup of coffee.

She didn't speak, but just looked at Jiang Yang, the redness in her eyes becoming more pronounced.

His shoulders were slightly tense, as if he was trying to restrain himself.

Jiang Yang didn't ask any further questions. He turned and walked to the shoe cabinet in the corner of the room, took out a pair of brand-new disposable slippers, bent down and placed them beside her feet. His fingers touched her ankles, and his tone was a little reproachful, but also full of heartache: "It's colder at night than during the day, put these on quickly."

Yang Chaoyue looked down at the white slippers beside his feet, and that sore feeling welled up in his heart again.

Yang Ge's hand was holding my foot.

She obediently put her foot in.

The soft soles of the shoes enveloped her slightly cool feet, and it felt as if something gently wrapped around her heart, allowing her tense body to relax a little.

What a great boss.

"Chaoyue, did you see the messages I just sent you?"

"I saw it."

"What the hell were you looking at? You were just grabbing red envelopes in the group chat."

"You have to grab red envelopes too, but I really read your message several times."

Jiang Yang straightened up: "To be honest, Chaoyue, if you still want to follow the program's format, I respect that, but it just hurts my heart..."

That’s what I just said.

Before she could finish speaking, Yang Chaoyue grabbed her and hugged her tightly.

Yang Chaoyue buried his head in Jiang Yang's chest, his arms tightly wrapped around his waist, as if afraid he would run away. His voice was muffled, with a slightly suppressed nasal tone: "Brother Yang..."

Just those two words.

Filled with grievance and emotion.

There was also a subtle, almost imperceptible, but heavy, sense of dependence.

Jiang Yang froze: "What's wrong?"

Yang Chaoyue sniffed and buried her face deeper into his chest, her voice still muffled: "Besides my parents, you are probably the only person in the world who cares about me so much, who cares purely about me as a person and about my feelings."

“Ruth cares about you too.” Jiang Yang gently patted her back, his voice softening.

"Shh, don't mention Ruth, we're being monitored."

Her voice was soft, yet clear: "You're right. I certainly don't want to be treated like an idiot or told I'm not smart enough. I want everyone to know that even though I, Yang Chaoyue, didn't get into a vocational college, I really tried my best..."

She gripped Jiang Yang's clothes tightly with her hands.

Her tone was firm: "Well, actually I don't know what I'm trying to say, but I just saw the message you sent me, and I really wanted you to be by my side, and I really wanted to hug you."

Yang Chaoyue's voice grew softer and softer.

With a hint of embarrassment but also great candor, she laughed and said, "Now that I've hugged you and am wearing the slippers you gave me, I feel much more at ease."

Looking at her reddened eyes and her tight but forced smile, Jiang Yang felt that warm yet sour feeling welling up in his chest again.

He gently patted her back, his voice soft: "I told you, you don't have to tough it out. I'm here. I was just revising your proposal, and now that you're here, we'll revise it together until you're satisfied." He looked down at her, his eyes full of seriousness: "It's about letting everyone see the most authentic and hardworking you. The thought that the production team wanted to embarrass you to get attention makes me unhappy. In Ruth's words, it's those four words: 'transcendence,' and I'll say it!"

"Fuck you!" Yang Chaoyue cursed immediately.

"In Hao Chun's words, it can be summed up in four words."

"Fuck you!"

After uttering a couple of scathing curses, Yang Chaoyue felt the tightness in his chest disappear.

She knew Jiang Yang was helping her calm down.

Those unspoken grievances quietly vanished without a trace in a couple of satisfying rants.

No need to pretend to be sensible, no need to force yourself to be strong, just let your emotions flow freely in front of Jiang Yang.

The relief after venting.

The obstacle in my heart has been removed.

All that remains is the warmth of being understood.

Her face, buried against his chest, stirred, and she tightened her grip on his arms.

She wanted to completely melt into Jiang Yang's embrace.

She could clearly hear Jiang Yang's steady heartbeat, each beat striking her heart and dispelling her unease.

The emotions that surged while reading the message have now transformed into a dense, warm feeling.

Yang Chaoyue slowly raised his head, his nose almost touching Jiang Yang's chin: "If I were to put it in my words, what four words would it be?"

"Your words?"

Jiang Yang thought for a moment, but couldn't remember for the time being.

I miss you?

Is it really good to be rich?

These are all phrases that Chaoyue often uses, but none of them are insults.

Yang Chaoyue looked straight into Jiang Yang's eyes: "Yes... a kiss."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Chaoyue seemed to have mustered all his courage, afraid that Jiang Yang would dodge again, so this time he placed both hands directly on the back of Jiang Yang's head.

Her fingertips gripped his clothes.

The force was tinged with a clumsy urgency.

The toes, raised slightly, were tense from the effort, revealing slender lines on the bare ankles.

The moment his lips touched hers, Yang Chaoyue's eyelashes fluttered violently before closing tightly.

With a touch of awkwardness and recklessness, yet exceptionally honest.

Even if the actions are clumsy and the words are blunt, I will hide the four words "I like you" in a kiss. (End of this chapter)