Huayu: Starting with Hextech

Yang Mi plopped down in a chair, crossed her legs, and said with a smile, "Tangtang, how's it going? See how popular your Lin Xiao is on set? That scene just now made all the girls on set tear up."

Tang Yan forced a smile: "His acting skills have improved a lot."

"It's more than just progress."

Yang Mi leaned closer, lowered her voice, and spoke with a teasing tone.

"Let me tell you, there are more than just one or two people in the crew who secretly like him. Wang Likun, who plays Shen'er, asks to rehearse with him every day, and his eyes are so gentle. There are also a few junior crew members whose eyes light up whenever they see him."

With each word she spoke, Tang Yan's face paled a little more.

"But don't worry!" Yang Mi patted her chest, looking like she was saying, "Leave it to me! With me here, no one can get within three meters of him! I'm strictly carrying out the tasks you, my 'Empress,' have assigned me, keeping a close eye on him!"

Tang Yan looked at her trembling breasts, opened her mouth as if to say something, but found her throat tightening.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the lounge.

"Is Teacher Lin Xiao here?" a soft female voice came.

Yang Mi raised an eyebrow and got up to open the door.

Standing outside the door was Wang Likun. She had changed out of her costume and was wearing a white cotton and linen long dress, holding a small paper bag in her hand.

"Li Kun? Do you need to see Lin Xiao?"

Yang Mi stood in the doorway, her smile unchanged, but her eyes held a scrutinizing gaze.

Wang Likun seemed unaware of her hostility, or rather, indifferent.

She said softly, "When Teacher Lin Xiao was filming the rain scene just now, I noticed he seemed to be coughing a bit. I have some loquat syrup here, and I was thinking of bringing it over to him."

Yang Mi's smile faded slightly, but she still stepped aside to let her in: "Lin Xiao is changing clothes, you can put them on the table."

"Okay, thank you." Wang Likun walked in and nodded politely to Tang Yan. "Hello, Teacher Tang Yan, I am Wang Likun."

Tang Yan stood up, trying her best to maintain her composure: "Hello, I've heard Lin Xiao mention you before, saying you're a very good actor."

"You flatter me, Professor Lin Xiao."

Wang Likun placed the paper bag on the table, glanced around the lounge, and finally fixed his gaze on Tang Yan. "Teacher Tang Yan, are you here to visit the set? You two chat first, I won't disturb you."

She nodded slightly to Tang Yan again, then turned and left.

She didn't say anything unnecessary throughout the entire process, nor did she glance at Lin Xiao's changing room, as if she were just doing something very ordinary.

But it was precisely this "ordinariness" that made Tang Yan feel even worse.

Yang Mi is so enthusiastic, proactive, and unpretentious; Wang Likun is so gentle, delicate, and subtle...

Lin Xiao was surrounded by a group of women, while she, his "official girlfriend," was far away on another film set and could only peek into his life through his social media posts.

"See that?"

Yang Mi closed the door, walked back to Tang Yan's side, and spoke with a hint of teasing.

"This is what I mean by 'gentle knife.' Unlike me, who's all talk and no action, she takes the heart. Even delivering medicine is done so thoughtfully that you can't even find an excuse to be jealous."

Tang Yan didn't speak, but just stared at the small paper bag on the table.

At this moment, Lin Xiao came out after changing his clothes.

He changed into a gray T-shirt and black casual pants, his hair was still wet, and he exuded a refreshing aura.

His face looked even more handsome and dazzling under the light, making Tang Yan's heart race after not seeing him for so long.

"Who came just now?" Lin Xiao asked.

"Wang Likun, I brought you some loquat syrup." Yang Mi interjected, her tone slightly sarcastic. "He's so thoughtful; he remembered when he heard you cough. Unlike me, I'm so careless; all I do is tease you."

Lin Xiao glanced at the paper bag on the table, then at Tang Yan's unpleasant expression, and roughly understood what was going on.

He walked over to Tang Yan, put his arm around her shoulder, and said to Yang Mi, "Sister Mi, thank you for spending time with Tang Tang today. She's tired from the car ride, so I'll take her back to the hotel to rest."

This intimate gesture made Tang Yan feel a little better.

She leaned into Lin Xiao's arms and said to Yang Mi, "Mi Mi, we'll be going now. We'll come back to play with you tomorrow."

"Alright, you can go ahead."

Yang Mi smiled and waved, but her eyes lingered on the backs of the two embracing, a cryptic smile playing on her lips.

On the way back to the hotel, Tang Yan's forced smile finally crumbled.

She clung tightly to Lin Xiao's arm, her voice muffled, "Lin Xiao..."

"Hmm?" Lin Xiao looked down at her.

"Does Yang Mi... like you?" Tang Yan looked up, her eyes a little red.

Lin Xiao remained silent for two seconds, neither denying nor admitting, but simply said, "She's my partner, and also your best friend. A sense of propriety is important both on and off screen; I understand."

"What about Wang Likun? Why is she so good to you?"

Tang Yan pressed for answers, her tone revealing a sense of grievance and unease that she herself was unaware of.

"She's a very good actress, we're just colleagues." Lin Xiao stopped, turned around to face her, cupped her face in his hands, and looked at her earnestly. "Tangtang, look at me."

Tang Yan looked into his deep eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.

"I admit that I receive a lot of attention on set and I also encounter various forms of flattery."

Lin Xiao's voice was calm and firm, "But my goal is very clear. To act well, accumulate works, and make myself stronger. Everything else is just fleeting."

He paused, then gently stroked her cheek with his thumb: "You are the one I chose, and that will not change because of anyone or anything."

Looking into his serious eyes, Tang Yan felt her unease and jealousy subside a little.

She threw herself into his arms, hugging his waist tightly and burying her face in his chest: "Lin Xiao, I'm so scared... scared that you'll be taken away from me, scared that I'm not good enough for you... You're getting better and better, more and more dazzling, while I..."

"Silly girl." Lin Xiao gently patted her back. "You are Tang Yan."

Tang Yan nodded vigorously in his arms, but tears still streamed down her face.

At this moment, she became even more determined about the idea that had lingered in her heart for so long.

She had to "stamp" it first, she had to make Lin Xiao completely hers, otherwise, she would never be at ease.

In Hengdian at dusk, the setting sun cast long shadows of the two people.

Lin Xiao put his arm around Tang Yan and slowly walked towards the hotel.

He looked down at the girl in his arms, so dependent on him, and felt a tenderness in his heart, yet remained clear-headed.

He knew where Tang Yan's sense of crisis came from, and he also knew what Yang Mi and Wang Likun were thinking.

But given a second chance at life, he cannot and will not give up the entire forest for the sake of a single tree.

Wei Xiaobao's path is all about balance, about methods, and about making every woman feel special.

Lin Xiao has both the confidence and the ability to achieve this.

Right now, he had to calm the frightened fawn in his arms.

"What would you like to eat tonight?" he asked softly.

"Whatever...you decide," Tang Yan said sullenly.

"Then I'll take you to that newly opened private kitchen restaurant in Hengdian. I've heard it's pretty good."

"Um."

The two walked away side by side.

Not far behind them in the film crew's parking lot, Yang Mi sat in her van, watching the two figures gradually disappear through the window, a playful smile playing on her lips.

She took out her phone and sent Tang Yan a QQ message:

"Tangtang, enjoy your time together! But don't forget, your Lin Xiao is a hot commodity on set, keep a close eye on him!"

Click send.

Then, she opened Lin Xiao's chat window and typed:

"Lin Xiao, we have an intimate scene tomorrow. Shall we 'rehearse' it tonight?"

She hovered her finger over the send button for a few seconds, smiled, and then deleted the sentence.

Not urgent.

The game has only just begun.