novelraw Chapter 518: I Miss You So Much, Movie Star
Chapter 518: I Miss You So Much, Movie Star
His interactions with Su Yu went surprisingly smoothly.
Thanks to the base favorability from their encounters in dreams, she showed complete trust and reliance on Tang Song.
Under his meticulous planning and arrangements, within just a week, Su Yu officially obtained her termination contract.
The amount was only 3 million—one-tenth of Qianhe Entertainment’s original offer.
At the same time, Secretary Jin completed the acquisition of the entertainment company chosen by the investment team and renamed it Tangzong Entertainment.
Su Yu became the first artist signed to the new company, landing a top-tier S-Class contract, with all benefits tailored to superstar standards.
From that moment on, her fate was completely rewritten.
With the PR team stepping in, the media began to speak out for Su Yu, and the once-overwhelming scandals were gradually clarified.
The public's attention subtly shifted toward the other members of Echo Girl Group.
Amidst the heated online discussions, Su Yu released her comeback single, “Confession.”The song quickly dominated all major music charts, going viral across the internet.
The name “Su Yu” once again returned to the public eye.
To help Su Yu and Tangzong Entertainment achieve breakthrough success, during the 【Movie Star】character development quest, Tang Song used another precious luck-boosting item and drew an SR-level character: 【Agent – Mo Xiangwan】.
This highly capable and experienced industry elite, with sharp business acumen and excellent management skills, created a series of precise career plans tailored for Su Yu and other company artists.
Tang Song poured massive resources and funds into rapidly pushing Tangzong Entertainment forward.
He used items to enhance Su Yu’s talents, brought in top international producers to work on her new album...
One hit after another followed.
The drama “Office City” starring Su Yu became a cultural phenomenon, sparking a viewing craze both domestically and overseas.
During the 2018 Spring Festival season, her big-screen debut soared to the top of the domestic box office.
Her name became a household one.
Tang Song stood behind her, pulling the strings, every decision precise and effective.
In just a year,
Su Yu transformed from a fallen idol into a triple-threat superstar, shining across film, TV, and music—her light illuminating the entire Chinese entertainment industry.
Tangzong Entertainment also rose rapidly during this wave, frequently acquiring small and mid-sized entertainment firms and becoming a rising force that could no longer be ignored.
Whether in capital operations or content creation, the company displayed astonishing strength.
During this period, Secretary Jin was highly dissatisfied and repeatedly tried to talk to Tang Song, subtly or directly reminding him that entertainment wasn't the future—he should be focusing more on finance and tech.
But it had little effect. Tang Song seemed obsessed.
Back in the college dorm, talk of Su Yu became more frequent.
Watching the starlet he had cultivated rise higher and higher, becoming the dream girl and goddess of countless men,
Tang Song felt a deep sense of satisfaction.
He began introducing Su Yu to his network of contacts.
She met Wu Kezhi, met Ouyang Xianyue, met Zheng Qiudong.
It’s worth noting that Ouyang Xianyue greatly admired Su Yu and was one of her loyal fans—both musically and cinematically. They quickly became close. The source of this content ɪs novel•fire.net
Later, Liu Qingning began participating in the “Internet+ Entrepreneurship Competition.”
She met Professor Wang Chang, a well-known AI expert, and frequently discussed artificial intelligence with him.
Tang Song officially began laying out his AI strategy, founding Qingning Technology.
At the time, Su Yu—still basking in the limelight—participated in Qingning Tech’s early funding and even helped Tang Song hold shares on his behalf, enjoying the same treatment as Secretary Jin.
Meanwhile, in the fragments of his lost memories, he saw more familiar faces.
Like future colleague and complicated acquaintance Du Shaokai, who was in the same class and major: Electronic Information Engineering.
Or Zhang Yan, who had already been admitted to Yan City Agricultural University—she once appeared in the Tech University cafeteria but passed Tang Song by with no interaction.
And also his future coser girlfriend, Xu Qing (Qingqing).
Not yet 20, full of youthful energy and charm, extremely cute.
Her cosplay photos were frequently shared in group chats and forums. Dormmate Lv Kai had become a hardcore fan, calling her the “Su Yu of the cosplay world.”
Of course, Tang Song liked her too. He occasionally saved photos of her and campus belles.
......
August 2018.
Qingning Technology held its first internal shareholders’ meeting in Shenzhen.
At a five-star hotel in the city,
Su Yu knocked on his door, wearing a fashionable and sexy evening gown. She sat in the room with Tang Song, chatting about music and life.
Tang Song gave her the character item 【Su Yu’s Glasses】—the same model as the ones he was wearing.
By evening—
Knock knock knock— came a knock at the door.
Su Yu got up to open it and saw Secretary Jin in a full professional outfit standing outside.
Secretary Jin walked straight into the room, adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, cast a calm glance at Su Yu, then looked at Tang Song on the sofa.
Expressionless, she said, “Mr. Tang, dinner is ready.”
“Mm.” Tang Song stood and waved to Su Yu, “Let’s go, movie star, join us for dinner.”
Su Yu glanced at Secretary Jin, then back at Tang Song, and softly asked, “Song, can I take a photo with you?”
“Of course.” Tang Song nodded calmly and casually handed the camera on the table to Secretary Jin. “Could you do the honors, Smile?”
Secretary Jin took the camera with a professional smile, showing no trace of emotion.
Click— the shutter snapped.
Soon, their first official photo was born.
He and Su Yu stood by the hotel’s floor-to-ceiling window, the sunset behind them ablaze with color.
Both wore the same style of black-rimmed glasses, looking unusually in sync.
At the peak of her career, radiant and divine, Su Yu leaned against Tang Song’s side, turning back with a gentle smile—utterly beautiful, her eyes full of him.
At the same time, a crisp system notification sounded.
Secretary Jin’s favorability dropped by 30 points.
She skipped that night’s dinner and the next day’s meeting.
For an entire month afterward, she didn’t discuss anything unrelated to work with Tang Song. The stockings on her legs disappeared, replaced by slacks.
Thankfully, Tang Song was playing with cheat codes and began slowly making up for it.
His attention also began drifting away from Tangzong Entertainment and Su Yu, toward other fields.
2018 quietly drew to a close.
Su Yu steadily climbed to the top of China’s entertainment world, becoming a true superstar.
Whether on screen or on stage, she exuded unmatched charm.
The 【Movie Star】series development quest was about to conclude.
The viral songs, scripts, and projects Tang Song once had in his mind were nearly used up.
The future he’d designed so carefully for her—had all come to pass.
This celebrity-raising game had officially reached its endpoint.
But for him, it was just one checkpoint on the timeline.
On Christmas Day—also Su Yu’s birthday—
Tang Song acquired Qianhe Entertainment, which held ownership of Echo Girl Group, and gifted it to her.
He also gave her a stake in Tangzong Entertainment, two luxury properties, and a large collection of custom dresses and jewelry.
As night fell, the city lights reflected off the snowflakes outside the window.
That evening, Su Yu knocked on his door again, looking shy and emotional.
“629 days ago, you appeared before me. Thank you for letting me be reborn, for putting the crown back on my head. I hope I haven’t let you down.”
“Of course not. The way you are now is exactly how I imagined. Movie star, congratulations.”
She wore a long red dress, the hem spreading like flames across the carpet.
She sat in his room for four whole hours.
Yet, “gentleman” Tang Song never crossed the line—not even a hug.
They just talked about music, film, and work.
The atmosphere was so calm it was nearly cold—like a thin sheet of ice in winter.
Then, he slowly disappeared from her world.
It seemed like he had never truly understood her.
....
…..
“Splashhh~~”
The flood of memories slowly receded.
Modu Film Base, on set.
The scene before him regained clarity.
Tang Song’s gaze was a bit dazed.
Everything seemed calm, but his thoughts churned like a stormy sea.
Two years’ worth of memories rushed back—
Ouyang Xianyue, Tangyi Precision, Secretary Jin, Zhang Yan, Liu Qingning, Spring Festival, dormmates, Xu Qing, Shen Yuyan...
The cherry blossoms and guitar from 2017; the glory of 2018—her under the spotlight, her sitting on his bed, her watching him...
The forgotten scenes were vivid once more, even more real than reality itself.
Receiving such a massive influx of information at once, his temples throbbed faintly—like tiny needles pricking his brain.
But that discomfort was soon overtaken by a stronger emotion.
Guilt, heartache, and a complicated feeling he couldn’t quite describe.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm down.
He quickly lifted his gaze, peering through the crowd, once again looking toward Su Yu.
She stood there, eyes slightly red, her gaze trembling.
So similar to the night she left on Christmas in 2018.
Su Yu, Su Yu.
Her figure grew clearer, more vivid—as if she had just stepped out of the memories from ‘17 and ‘18.
His heartbeat thundered in his ears.
An overwhelming emotion surged from his chest.
Tang Song’s lips parted slightly.
Gradually, others began to notice Su Yu’s strange behavior, and many followed her gaze.
Only to see Mo Xiangwan standing in front of Tang Song.
They quickly averted their eyes, not daring to look longer.
This was the President of Tangzong Entertainment—their boss.
The director behind the monitors stood up and walked over to the set.
“Su Yu, is something wrong? Do you need a break?”
“No need, let’s continue. I was just a bit off emotionally just now.” Su Yu quickly suppressed the waves in her heart, hiding all emotions beneath a calm and placid exterior.
The director immediately called out, “Alright, one more take! Everyone get ready—Action!”
Su Yu glanced at Tang Song standing behind Mo Xiangwan, then closed her eyes for a brief moment. When she opened them again, she had fully entered the role.
It was his first visit to the set—she had to show her most perfect, most outstanding self.
With the director’s command, the camera started rolling.
Su Yu slightly lowered her gaze, a bitter smile rising at the corners of her lips, and began reciting her lines.
Every movement, every word—delivered with precision. Her eyes held a complex mix of emotion,
as if she had become someone entirely different.
The depth and subtlety of her performance left everyone on set holding their breath.
“Amazing! That take was perfect!” the director shouted excitedly. “Get ready, we’ll roll the next scene right away.”
Filming continued as scheduled.
Immersed in her work, Su Yu didn’t glance again at Tang Song in the crowd.
Even during breaks, she only looked at him momentarily to make sure he hadn’t left, before returning to discussing shoot details with other staff.
Tang Song stood quietly at the edge of the crowd, watching Su Yu’s every move.
He could feel the emotion she was suppressing, could see how flawlessly she performed in front of the camera.
In his mind, he kept comparing her to the Su Yu from six years ago.
By a little after eleven,
the director’s voice rang out—“Cut”—and the set erupted in applause.
Su Yu responded with a faint smile, officially wrapping up her final scene of the morning.
She casually picked up her script, eyes locking precisely onto that familiar figure.
Her boots tapped gently on the ground, strides confident and elegant.
The crowd instinctively parted to make way.
Mo Xiangwan gave a subtle look to the staff nearby.
Moments later, a team of security personnel moved into place, expertly shielding her from curious eyes.
When she finally reached him, the surrounding noise began to blur.
Su Yu lifted her head slightly, her expression still soft and composed, though her voice carried a faint tremble: “You’re here?”
Just three words, but under the gaze of those amber eyes, they brimmed with all the unspoken longing and anticipation.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that she had practiced even the rhythm of her breathing for this moment.
“Mm.” Tang Song nodded, his gaze locked on those deep, expressive eyes.
As a Film Queen, Su Yu’s eyes were truly beautiful—conveying emotion as if they could speak.
Su Yu waved her script lightly, speaking in a natural, relaxed tone, “I just happen to need to go over the upcoming shooting schedule. Want to join me in the lounge? It’s quieter, we can talk through the script.”
It was obviously just an excuse, but her tone was smooth, flawless.
Yet, Tang Song didn’t respond immediately.
His eyes lingered on her face behind the black-rimmed glasses, as if trying to etch this version of her deep into memory.
Then, just as everyone was caught off guard,
he extended his arm and pulled Su Yu straight into his embrace—tightly, feeling her slender curves pressed against his chest, inhaling the faint fragrance from her body.
Even with staff shielding them, and with the influence of Su Yu and Mo Xiangwan, some of the more prominent actors and directors were still watching Su Yu closely.
Tang Song’s action was sudden, firm, and completely unexpected—it startled everyone.
Mo Xiangwan’s brow twitched sharply.
She hadn’t expected the usually calm and rational Mr. Tang to act so impulsively—without giving any heads-up.
Fortunately, this was inside a studio, surrounded by people affiliated with Tangzong Entertainment.
Even the actors were mostly contracted artists.
Su Yu wasn’t afraid of minor scandals—
with Tangzong Entertainment’s current resources and control, public opinion wouldn’t spiral.
Her only concern was... if this incident reached Secretary Jin’s ears, she was definitely going to blow up again.
Seriously… what a sin!
Su Yu’s eyes widened, stunned, frozen in place as he held her tightly.
It hurt a little, but the pain reminded her—it was all real.
The feeling of being held was wonderful—a physical comfort, a reward from the mortal world.
“I missed you so much, movie star.” Tang Song’s voice brimmed with emotion, whispering against her ear.
Tears burst forth uncontrollably.
Su Yu’s expression completely broke down as she buried her exquisite face into his shoulder.
Moisture soaked through his sweatshirt, dampening his skin.
“Mr. Tang, Xiao Yu.”
Mo Xiangwan’s voice rang out not far away, calm and steady. “I know it’s emotional seeing old friends again, but it might cause misunderstanding. Let’s continue in the lounge.”
She deliberately raised her voice, clearly giving those around them a reasonable explanation.
At the same time, she subtly signaled to an assistant.
Tang Song took a deep breath and slowly loosened his embrace.
Su Yu’s tears had stopped, but her eyes were still red.
She sniffed gently, quickly tidied herself up, and said, “Sorry, I lost my composure. Let’s go.”
She slightly lowered her head, turned around, and walked swiftly toward the lounge.
...
Su Yu’s private lounge was at the far end of the shooting area—
a spacious and secluded room.
The two entered one after the other.
As the door closed gently behind them,
the world seemed to quiet completely.
Su Yu leaned against the door, her eyes fixed tightly on Tang Song.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, as if trying to suppress something indescribable.
“I... I...”
Her lips parted, repeating the same word, her voice trembling with unrepressed emotion.
Tang Song stood before her, reached out, and gently removed the black-rimmed glasses from her nose—his movements soft, but full of possessiveness.
He studied that familiar yet unfamiliar face.
A beautifully sculpted bone structure, delicately vibrant features—every detail so flawless it made one hold their breath.
Only at such close distance could one truly feel her unique allure.
“You’re so beautiful.” Tang Song said, eyes burning.
A flush rose on Su Yu’s face as she instinctively turned away, avoiding his gaze.
He had praised her many times before,
but this time—she saw raw possessiveness in his eyes, a desire that was both loving and... sensual.
Looking at the bashful, breathtaking star before him,
Tang Song could no longer suppress the storm inside.
He raised his hand, gently turned her face toward him, forcing her to look into his eyes.
Then leaned down and kissed her—firmly.
Their lips met, heat intertwining.
Warm breath mingled, their breathing grew rapid and uneven.
Su Yu’s body tensed, then softened, eyes wide open, looking at him.
The two of them stared into each other, passionately tangled.
Thump thump thump—
Their hearts pounded in their ears—more violently than ever before.
A deep sense of satisfaction filled both of them.
Tang Song held her tighter, pulling her even closer.
All he could smell was her—fresh, elegant, with a hint of mystery. It was intoxicating.
His palm slid down her back, feeling the perfect curve outlined by her high-waisted skinny jeans.
The arc of that classic C-shaped waist was just right—not overly slender, yet still full of strength. Every touch made him marvel at the handiwork of the Creator.
Su Yu wasn’t the typical “right-angled shoulders” or “wasp-waisted” type. Looking at individual features, she might not have seemed shockingly stunning.
But when all her features came together, they created a naturally harmonious beauty.
Her shoulders were delicate, her waist soft and smooth.
Every detail radiated the elegance of a top-tier beauty—completely one of a kind.
Tang Song couldn’t help but squeeze her waist.
Su Yu’s eyes immediately welled up with mist, a soft moan and pant escaping her lips.
The trailing tone was lazy, flirtatious—like a spontaneous melody that hit straight at the senses.
As a top-tier songstress, Su Yu’s voice was famously beautiful and uniquely recognizable.
Hearing that kind of sound from her had a lethal allure.
One time was enough for Tang Song to get hooked—his eyes even turned red.
In the quiet lounge, Su Yu’s lovely voice rang out intermittently.
Like a night breeze brushing across guitar strings—soft, long, and playfully stirring.
A long while later, the two slowly separated.
Su Yu leaned against the makeup table, hands braced on the edge, her chest heaving.
Her cheeks were flushed, lips a little swollen, and her gaze fell on Tang Song.
“This outfit you’re wearing today...” she spoke in a daze.
“Yup, same as what I wore the first time we met. Surprised?”
“Surprised. Thank you. There’s probably nothing in the world that could surprise me more than this.”
Tang Song looked down, eyes soft as they lingered on her slightly messy clothes. “You’re wearing what you wore that day too. But back then, you had sunglasses and a beanie on, all bundled up. You looked so pitiful.”
Hearing him mention their first meeting for the first time, Su Yu’s eyes grew misty again.
She took a deep breath, calming her inner turmoil, and gently chatted with him about the past.
In the quiet lounge, it was just the two of them standing face-to-face—it felt so warm.
After a while,
Su Yu looked into his eyes and said, “I’ve always wanted to know—why did you suddenly come to Shanghai back then?”
“Why?” Tang Song paused, then broke into a brilliant smile and kissed her on the cheek. “Of course it was because I liked you. I saw your photoshoot in the dorm and got ideas about you. I approached you on purpose.”
Su Yu murmured in disbelief, “Is… is that really true?”
“Of course. You don’t believe me?”
“No!” Su Yu took a deep breath, her gaze flashing with brightness and complexity.
In truth, over the years—especially after Tang Song disappeared—she had gradually figured things out.
The way he treated her… it was more like he was treating a piece of art—a painting, or a game.
He used his own methods to mold and shape her, carving out the perfect “Su Yu” to fit his ideals.
This “Su Yu” was a dazzling star, the center of attention—but not truly her.
That’s why he could so easily discard and ignore her.
She had been trapped inside a picture frame, locked behind a game screen.
There was always this invisible barrier between them—like they were from two different dimensions, unable to truly reach each other’s core.
That realization was what finally broke her.
But in this moment, Tang Song’s eyes were full of emotion as he talked about their memories and told her he liked her—it felt real in a way it never had before.
More real than when she saw him at the concert in Yancheng.
Su Yu realized—she’d finally stepped out of that frame. She was no longer just a “character.”
She stood in the same world as him now. She could see into his soul, and allow him to see hers.
It felt unfamiliar—but thrilling.
Su Yu bit her lip hard. Her heeled boots took a step forward.
She reached out, pinched his chin with firm fingers, tilting his face up to hers.
Her chest pressed against his, noses nearly touching.
“So, how much time do I have with you today?” Her voice was hoarse and sexy, carrying a rare sense of initiative and aggression.
Tang Song froze slightly—something about the movie star felt… different.
“What do you mean?”
Su Yu didn’t look away. She kept her eyes locked on his. “When are you leaving today?”
Tang Song thought for a second and replied, “Based on your shoot schedule, I’ll probably leave around 6 p.m.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Su Yu’s eyes lit up. “So I still have seven hours to spend with you?”
Tang Song blinked. “Not exactly.”
The light in Su Yu’s eyes dimmed a little. “Then how long? You tell me.”
Tang Song gently wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her a little closer, feeling her warmth and presence.
“Movie star… it’s not just today. For the next three days, I’ll be here on set every day.”
Su Yu was stunned for a moment, then muttered, “Really?”
“Of course.” Tang Song smiled. “And besides, I want to play a role. I want to do a scene with you. But I’ve never acted before—might need some coaching. What do you say, Film Queen?”
“You…” Su Yu stared at him in disbelief. “You want to act with me?”
“Yeah.”
Su Yu took a deep breath, suddenly leaned in, and grabbed the collar of his hoodie with both hands—yanking it down.
Then, without warning, her warm lips pressed hard against the area just below his collarbone.
A tingling, wet sensation followed, along with intense suction.
After a while, she lifted her head, her slender fingers gently brushing the mark she’d left. Her eyes sparkled.
“Then for these next three days—you’re mine, completely mine, Tang Song.”