novelraw Chapter 494: I'm Really Into This
Chapter 494: I'm Really Into This
Tang Song paused for a second, then suddenly let out a “pfft—” and burst into laughter.
Of course, he knew that was a line from the movie From Beijing with Love, but hearing it come from Bei Yuwei’s mouth, with her deliberately exaggerated Hong Kong-accented Mandarin and spot-on acting, made it unexpectedly hilarious.
“Laugh all you want. I’m being serious, okay?” Bei Yuwei tilted her head and poked his arm with her fingertip.
As a naturally gifted singer, her control over her voice was extremely precise. She’d deliberately adjusted her mouth, nasal, and chest resonance to alter her tone so much that even the sharp-eared Qiuqiu across the table didn’t recognize it was her.
“How much?” Tang Song played along with the skit.
“Hmm…” Bei Yuwei pretended to think for a moment. Then, under his curious gaze, she picked up his beer mug, pulled down her mask just enough to reveal the faint line of her lips, took a small sip, and put it back down.
“All right, we’ll call it even!” Her eyes twinkled as she blinked flirtatiously, her tone carrying a teasing undertone.
Tang Song’s expression turned a little odd as he pointed to Qiuqiu across the table and said with a smile, “That beer was actually hers. Drinking it without asking is a bit rude, don’t you think?”
“Huh?” Bei Yuwei blinked, a hint of embarrassment flashing in her eyes. “Oops, sorry, pretty lady! I’ll get you another drink.”
“It’s okay. I don’t mind,” Qiuqiu said with a strained smile, her hands tightening slightly beneath the table as she tried to steady the swirl of emotions inside her. Bei Yuwei seemed to pick up on Qiuqiu’s discomfort, and a smile tugged at her lips.
She lifted the beer in front of Qiuqiu, swapped it with her own, and said casually, “There, that’s better. You looked super thirsty—your throat must’ve been really dry.”
She then giggled, raised the beer to her lips, and took several gulps. “He drank from it too! You’re not grossed out, are you?”
Qiuqiu just smiled faintly and took a small sip.
With her observational skills and sharp thinking, Bei Yuwei had already figured out that Qiuqiu showing up tonight definitely had something to do with Tang Song.
Given how stars, sets, and events all required security management, Tangzong Entertainment and Shengtang Security had an incredibly tight partnership, with cross-shareholding between them.
Her own security detail in Wushan had been arranged through Shengtang’s network. With Tang Song’s capabilities, locating her wouldn’t have been difficult at all.
He really was a thoughtful man.
She could help Songmei Fashion grow through some shady means, but the fact that Feng Shengtao had taken the initiative to throw himself at her? That didn’t sit right.
All she needed to do was tell Qiuqiu that her company wanted to tag along for some livestream exposure. As for the rest, Tang Song could figure it out.
Still, one thing did intrigue her—why was Qiuqiu wearing the exact same outfit as Jin the secretary? Even deliberately playing her role?
Watching how close the two of them were, Bei Yuwei’s lips parted slightly, and her gaze dimmed.
She couldn’t help but recall the scene under the Bentley, where Qiuqiu and Tang Song had shared a bottle of water.
But that version of Beibei was way more cheerful and fun to be around—always able to coax a smile out of Feng Sheng.
It stung, just a little.
She’d always wanted to be someone interesting too, but she just wasn’t built that way.
Tang Song set down his beer and asked, “Want to eat something? I can order more for you.”
Bei Yuwei looked at the grilled skewers on the table, her throat moving slightly, but she shook her head. “I’m not hungry. You guys go ahead.”
Right after she said that, her stomach betrayed her with a loud gurgle.
Tang Song burst into laughter and gave her a playful pat on the back. “Come on, eat a little. The lamb skewers here are awesome.”
Blushing, Bei Yuwei replied, “Nope, I’m cutting weight. Can’t eat.”
As a full-fledged idol, she had to be strict with her diet to maintain the perfect figure.
She hadn’t touched high-calorie food like this in months.
Every day was packed with running, swimming, jump rope, yoga...
She had worked so hard to gain her current fame. If she slacked off even a little, those younger, hungrier girls in the company would jump at the chance to replace her.
“Alright, alright.” Tang Song shrugged and didn’t push further, switching instead to asking about her recent work and schedule.
Bei Yuwei leaned in close, whispering something in his ear.
Qiuqiu quietly picked up a skewer of grilled wings, head down, still wearing that same cold and detached expression—like she was lost in her own world.
But above her head, the tender shoot of the 【Dreamseed Bloom】 was trembling ever so slightly, its green glow flickering.
Clearly, her emotions were in turmoil.
Noticing this, Tang Song felt oddly conflicted.
So it was true—Qiuqiu had some real psychological issues. One moment she was aloof and accusing him of harassment, and the next she was visibly upset just watching him chat with Bei Yuwei.
Thinking it over, he paused his private chat with Bei Yuwei and casually changed the subject: “I heard Su Yu’s filming a new movie in Shanghai. Any idea when it’ll hit theaters?”
At that, Qiuqiu looked up, her expression softening. “According to the online promos, it’s scheduled for the 2025 Chinese New Year release.”
Bei Yuwei added, “Yeah, filming started in September. It’s a big-budget sci-fi production with heavy special effects, so post-production will take time.”
“Huh? A sci-fi movie?” Qiuqiu’s eyes lit up. “Really? Su Yu in a sci-fi film? Is it a commercial project?”
Bei Yuwei smiled. “Definitely a blockbuster. It’s called Parallel Dawn
, a sci-fi suspense film that explores parallel dimensions, human nature, fate, and choice. Internally at Tangzong Entertainment, the script’s been rated top-tier. The production team is elite. I think it might even break box office records.”Then she turned to Tang Song, clasped her hands together, and declared earnestly, “Praise be to our great Miss Su Yu!”
Hearing this insider scoop and seeing Bei Yuwei’s hardcore fangirl energy, Qiuqiu’s earlier gloom melted away. Her cheeks turned pink with excitement.
“Praise Miss Su Yu! W-wait, where did you hear all this? Is it legit?”
“Totally. I’ve got inside sources.” Bei Yuwei leaned forward and eagerly launched into more detail.
She covered everything—from the production crew and main cast to Su Yu’s role, shooting locations, and even her filming schedule.
Qiuqiu was completely stunned, trembling with excitement at this treasure trove of gossip.
These weren’t even available online—and she spoke with such certainty!
The more they talked, the more animated they became. Poor Tang Song ended up left out of the conversation. Updates are released by N()velFire.net
By 9 PM, the three of them walked out of the BBQ stall.
Since the Shangri-La Hotel was only a few hundred meters away, Tang Song didn’t bother calling the car and instead walked with the two women along the sidewalk.
They turned a corner, and the damp night breeze hit them, carrying the salty humidity unique to the sea.
Waves crashed in their ears, the dark ocean shimmering like scattered silver under the moonlight.
“Which hotel are you staying at?” Tang Song asked Bei Yuwei, his tone casual.
She covered her mouth and giggled, playfully winking. “Why, are you planning a midnight visit?”
Tang Song joked, “Hey, it’s not off the table.”
“Wow, how bold!” Bei Yuwei’s steps quickened, her voice teasing. “I’m staying at Wushan International Hotel—it’s close by. You’re more than welcome to come give me a little late-night ‘benefit’!”
Hearing this, Tang Song laughed and glanced at Qiuqiu on the other side, deliberately joking, “Actually, Qiuqiu and I are staying at the same hotel. If I really wanted a midnight visit, why go out of my way?”
As Qiuqiu was lost in thought, her heart skipped a beat the moment she heard that line. A faint blush crept up her cheeks, and she instinctively lowered her head, not daring to meet Tang Song’s gaze.
Bei Yuwei immediately picked up on her reaction and teasingly wrapped an arm around Qiuqiu’s shoulder, her eyes curving into a playful smile. “How about this? I’ll bunk with Qiuqiu tonight and let you hit two birds with one stone. How’s that sound?”
Tang Song looked at the two women snuggled up together and raised his hand with mock solemnity. “I’m all for it!”
Qiuqiu’s mouth parted slightly in shock, clearly startled by the bold joke. She glanced at Tang Song, only to meet his slightly heated gaze. Her body involuntarily shivered, and she quickly looked away.
Still, she knew Bei Yuwei was just joking around.
Biting her lip, Qiuqiu muttered softly, “D-Don’t joke about that kind of thing…”
“Haha, you’re so adorable, Qiuqiu.” Bei Yuwei pinched her cheek, full of mischief. “Honestly, I really wouldn’t mind sleeping with you.”
Qiuqiu awkwardly pressed her lips together and scooted a little further away, stiffly changing the subject. “Beibei, you actually kind of look like a celebrity.”
“Oh?” Bei Yuwei blinked, pretending to be surprised. “Which one?”
Qiuqiu said quietly, “Bei Yuwei—the one who acted in Listening to the Rain at Leisure.”
She didn’t pay much attention to most celebrities—in fact, the only one she really followed was Su Yu. But she’d seen Bei Yuwei in a period drama before, and she’d appeared in Songmei’s livestreams, so her impression was relatively strong.
From her figure and facial features, there was definitely a resemblance.
But this “Beibei” dressed and styled herself far more maturely than the actress on-screen.
“Really?” Bei Yuwei tilted her head and took a small step to the side. “How about I take off my mask and you tell me if we really look alike?”
She didn’t bother altering her voice anymore. Her natural tone returned—magnetic and recognizable.
Hearing her voice, Qiuqiu paused slightly.
With her back to the street cameras, Bei Yuwei gracefully lifted her delicate fingers and slipped off the strap of her mask from her left ear, revealing her mouth and nose.
Full, alluring lips. A sharp, elegant nose. Under the dim streetlight, her features looked even more striking.
The sea breeze fluttered the fringe around her ears, and her pale, heart-shaped face seemed to glow with dazzling brilliance.
Qiuqiu came to a sudden stop, her mouth agape as she stared at her in disbelief, her mind buzzing.
“B-Bei Yuwei…”
Bei Yuwei giggled. “Looks like my disguise worked pretty well, huh? Acting skill +1.”
She tilted her chin up and shot Tang Song a proud look before quickly pulling her mask back on.
“T-This…” Qiuqiu glanced between her and Tang Song, stammering, “Tang… Tang Song, what’s going on? You… she…”
Looking at the wide-eyed and dazed Qiuqiu, Tang Song nodded. “Yup, that’s her. She really is the Bei Yuwei.”
Qiuqiu’s breathing quickened, her chest visibly rising and falling.
The whole reason she’d asked Xu An for help earlier was to somehow get He Yiyi to hitch a ride on Bei Yuwei’s popularity.
But now, here was top-tier idol Bei Yuwei, standing right in front of her, having just chatted casually with her for over half an hour.
Suddenly, everything clicked—why Bei Yuwei knew so many insider details about Su Yu.
She was signed under Tangzong Entertainment, the same company as Su Yu. She probably bumped into her all the time and knew her schedule well.
Her heart pounded faster and faster.
She’d even added Bei Yuwei on WeChat during dinner, and now they were officially contacts.
It was the first time she’d ever felt this close to Su Yu’s inner circle.
Just one step further, and she might be able to meet her idol face-to-face.
“H-Hello, Miss Bei.”
“Why so formal all of a sudden?” Bei Yuwei chuckled, reaching out a hand. “Nice to meet you, Qiuqiu. Let’s be friends from now on.”
Caught off guard, Qiuqiu fumbled to shake her hand. “Nice to meet you too…”
Bei Yuwei smiled, then stepped aside with a graceful motion. “Alright, it’s getting late. I should head back to the hotel. Bye-bye, my two lovely friends.”
“Bye.”
“Bye-bye.”
A few steps away, she turned around and shouted cheerfully, “See you, Tang Song! Don’t forget to miss me!”
With that, she bounced into a black business van waiting at the curb.
Qiuqiu turned back slowly, her expression dazed. “Tang Song… how do you even know Bei Yuwei?”
Tang Song smiled. “We met by chance in Deep City a while back.”
“And the company livestream thing…?”
“I already talked to her over dinner. Just send the request to the production team—she’ll help smooth things over.”
“Oh, that’s great.” Qiuqiu pressed her lips together, finally regaining her composure.
Bei Yuwei’s celebrity status didn’t actually matter that much to her. What affected her more was the fact that Bei Yuwei had direct access to Su Yu—she knew her schedule and likely saw her often.
The van’s headlights lit up and pulled away, disappearing into the night.
Tang Song withdrew his gaze. “Come on, let’s head back too.”
“Mm.” Qiuqiu nodded and hurried after him.
Walking into the hotel lobby, her gaze inadvertently dropped to Tang Song’s pale, slender hand ahead of her.
She thought back to earlier—when he’d held her hand outside the barbecue stall.
That tingling sensation still lingered in her mind, refusing to fade.
She bit her lip hard.
Tang Song was clearly her senior’s boyfriend. She shouldn’t be getting that close to him.
She lowered her head and focused on her steps, forcing her thoughts away from dangerous territory.
Ding— The elevator stopped at the 19th floor.
They stepped onto the soft carpet and walked to their suite.
Qiuqiu murmured a goodbye and, like she was escaping something, quickly slipped into her room.
Behind the closed door, the tender 【Dreamseed Bloom】 flickered faintly, trembling where it hovered just a meter away from her. It stayed there, motionless.
Tang Song stood quietly in the corridor for a moment. After scanning the empty hallway, he turned and walked away.
Back in his suite, he turned on the lights.
He headed straight into the bathroom and took a quick shower.
Draping on a bathrobe, he sat down on the couch and began replying to unread messages on his phone.
It was unclear how much time had passed when—
Knock knock knock— A series of rapid knocks rang out.
Tang Song froze, then got up and walked to the door.
Peeking through the peephole, he saw someone wearing a mask and sunglasses.
He opened the door.
Bei Yuwei hurried inside, shut the door behind her, and patted her chest. In a hushed tone, she whispered, “Whew, thank god no one saw me.”
“What are you doing here?” Tang Song played dumb, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
During dinner, when she’d asked for his room number, he’d already guessed she might pull something like this.
And sure enough, the sharp-witted idol couldn’t resist sneaking over.
Bei Yuwei took off her hat and sunglasses, revealing her delicate, beautiful face.
She blinked playfully at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Didn’t I say I’d come see you one more time before bed? Aren’t you surprised?”
“Well, I’ll admit—it is a pleasant surprise.” Tang Song chuckled, a teasing note in his voice.
Bei Yuwei pressed her lips together with a soft laugh and walked into the suite with graceful steps. After scanning the room, she sat down directly on the bed.
Turning to Tang Song, she put on an exaggeratedly pitiful look and pouted, “At the banquet at Juxing Club last time, I gave you my number. Why didn’t you call me? I was heartbroken for days. I thought maybe you didn’t like me.”
“I’ve just been busy with work. Sorry about that,” Tang Song replied, dead serious.
Bei Yuwei couldn’t help but burst into giggles. “Pfft—okay, okay, I forgive you!” She waved her hand generously, as if letting him off the hook.
Then, she shifted to kneel elegantly on the bed, smoothing down her skirt with both hands. “I heard someone say you’re super obsessed with Director Jin, so I dressed up in her style tonight—do you like it?”
Tang Song blinked, then instantly caught on.
The one who told Bei Yuwei that had to be Su Yu.
It might even have been her idea to get Bei Yuwei to dress like Jin Secretary.
Wait... was Su Yu throwing shade at Jin with this?
Uh… she didn’t seem like the type to be this petty, right?
Tang Song cleared his throat. “Actually, I don’t just like Director Jin. I’m also totally obsessed with Su Yu. If you dressed like her, I’d probably be even happier.”
“Ah… that…” Bei Yuwei stuck her tongue out, laughing nervously. “I don’t dare.”
Su Yu was her big boss—the kind you absolutely don’t mess with.
Flirting with Tang Song while cosplaying her? No thanks. Not happening.
Tang Song teased, “Why not? I get the feeling you’re pretty bold.”
Bei Yuwei batted her big, sparkling eyes and leaned in slightly. “Really?”
“Yeah.” Tang Song nodded, his gaze falling on her refined features, tinged with appreciation.
She smiled and stepped forward, lifting her head to look at his handsome face. In a tentative tone, she asked, “Do you think I’m pretty?”
“Very pretty,” he replied without hesitation.
After all, to become a top-tier idol, her looks were a given.
Hearing that, Bei Yuwei’s smile bloomed. She tiptoed up and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. “Then say it—‘Bei Yuwei, I love you.’ Just once, okay?”
Tang Song chuckled and shook his head. “That kind of thing isn’t something you say lightly. This is only our third time meeting. I don’t even know you that well yet.”
Her eyes dimmed for a split second, but she quickly recovered.
She took another half-step forward, pressing her body against his chest. Her voice came out soft and scented. “But do you feel something? Like… a spark?”
With her flawless face so close and her sweet scent surrounding him, Tang Song nodded sincerely. “Of course. I’m a perfectly normal man.”
Bei Yuwei drew in a deep breath, then suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Their lips met, the unfamiliar sensation sending sparks through her body. Her heart raced, her face flushed.
Feeling the tentative warmth of her kiss, Tang Song’s arms moved instinctively around her waist.
She let out a soft hum, her body pressed tightly against his.
The room grew noticeably warmer.
After a while, Bei Yuwei finally pulled back, breathing heavily. Her voice trembled slightly as she said, “Whether you believe it or not… that was my first kiss. I’ve never had a boyfriend, never filmed an intimate scene. I wanted my first kiss to be with you.”
She wasn’t lying—not entirely. While some of it might’ve been dramatized, the emotion behind it was real.
“I believe you,” Tang Song said gently.
Relief washed over her face, and she smiled brightly, her eyes sparkling like stars. “Thank you!”
Looking at the stunning, youthful idol in front of him, Tang Song swallowed hard. He couldn’t help leaning in again, kissing her once more as his hands began to explore her elegant curves.
He never claimed to be a saint. When a goddess-level woman was throwing herself at you, acting like you didn’t have thoughts would be pure bullsh*t.
But… she was Su Yu’s artist. And he was planning to visit Su Yu’s set next month.
Wouldn’t it be awkward if he got too involved with Bei Yuwei now?
Still, with desire already burning hot, it was getting hard to hold back.
Bei Yuwei trembled slightly, her eyes dazed as she melted into his embrace.
After a long moment, she bit her lip and whispered expectantly, “Say it—‘Bei Yuwei, I’m really into you,’ okay? I’ve got a reward for you.”
“What kind of reward?” Tang Song looked at her, curious.
“You say it first. I promise you won’t be disappointed,” she murmured with a teasing sparkle in her eye.
Tang Song chuckled lowly and said, “Bei Yuwei, I’m really into you.”
At those words, her face lit up with pure joy, her eyes glowing like starlight. “You said it! From now on, I’m your woman. Anyone bullies me, I’m reporting it in your name.”
Before Tang Song could react, she suddenly dropped to her knees.
He froze in surprise as she pulled open his bathrobe.
“I’ve still got filming tomorrow, and there are way too many people at the crew hotel. I have to head back tonight. So I can’t do too much…”
“Tang Song… I’m really into you. Do you know that?”
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the full moon hovered above the sea and sky. The sound of waves echoed faintly in the distance, blending with the deep, breathless rhythm inside the room.
Head bowed, Bei Yuwei moved with quiet dedication.