novelraw Chapter 776: I’m Yours
Chapter 776: I’m Yours
Night had completely fallen.
Christmas Eve, the final moments before Christmas Day.
The evening wind on the Champs-Élysées howled and swept past, lifting withered leaves and a biting chill, yet it couldn't disperse the fervor filling the entire street.
Amidst this flowing play of light and shadow and clamor.
Su Yu stood motionless in her original spot.
Her gaze was entranced, fixed on the lyric booklet in her hand.
Everything around her had blurred into an indistinct background in her eyes.
She had even forgotten to shed tears.
Her entire being was submerged in a kind of shock bordering on speechlessness.
For nearly the past seven years, he had actually given her many, many gifts.Not to mention the two most intimate years from 2017 to 2018.
Even just in the recent five years, her birthday gifts had never been absent.
Although, those were all sent in the name of Jin Meixiao or the Family Office.
There were top-tier limited edition luxury goods, luxury residences around the world, high-end custom couture.
Even including some company's original equity shares, prime location commercial real estate...
Each piece was worth a fortune.
But in her eyes.
All those gifts combined were not as precious as this single paper booklet before her.
Not even one ten-thousandth as precious.
Because those were assets, measurable by money, cold.
And this, was sentiment.
It was priceless, it was scalding hot.
Su Yu's fingers gently traced over the slightly raised ink marks on the paper.
This was written by his own hand.
From the first page to the ninety-ninth page.
A full 99 pages.
Approximately over thirty thousand words.
Every single character, every punctuation mark, even every unique breath point specific to her singing, had been carefully annotated by him.
What did this mean?
This required extreme slowness, focus, and repeated checking.
He needed to listen to her songs one by one, pausing, rewinding, and writing down, over and over again.
How much time must he have spent?
How much mental effort did he expend?
With what kind of patience and deep affection could he have written these thirty thousand words?
In this fast-paced era where even "I love you" can be copy-pasted.
He, however, used the most primitive, most earnest, and most life-consuming method to give her a uniquely unparalleled doting.
This kind of shock was ineffable.
It went straight to the soul.
Someone as emotional as Su Yu simply couldn't resist.
She closed the lyric booklet, clutching it tightly to her chest.
Crying and crying, she then squatted down.
Not concealing, not performing, not being affected.
Crying like a little girl, with no airs of a female star.
"Su Yu." Tang Song also squatted down, his fingers gently wiping her tears. "Don't cry, your illness just improved, be good."
Su Yu, who had always been obediently well-behaved, this time did not listen.
She continued crying uncontrollably, her sunglasses askew on her face.
Tang Song's heart ached terribly. He reached out and pulled her into his embrace.
She then leaned against his shoulder, her tears smearing and soaking his clothes, seeping through to his skin.
Scalding hot.
The two of them squatted there by the roadside, holding each other like that.
People came and went around them, traffic flowed like a loom.
Neon lights flashed, sounds of laughter floated.
But nothing else mattered anymore.
......
Leaving the Avenue des Champs-Élysées.
The two continued forward, passing through the pedestrian tunnel under the roundabout, arriving beneath that majestic Arc de Triomphe.
They didn't choose the elevator.
They ascended along that famous 284-step staircase, spiraling upwards.
In the dim passageway, footsteps echoed layer upon layer.
As if traversing through a corridor of time, heading towards another folded space-time.
Finally.
When the final step was trodden, their vision suddenly opened up.
The cold, high-altitude evening wind, carrying the vast aura of the entire city, rushed towards their faces.
This was the top-level observation deck of the Arc de Triomphe, fifty meters above the ground.
At this moment, the entire Paris had been thoroughly steeped in thick night, transforming into a sea of dazzling light.
The two stood side by side by the guardrail, hands resting on the cool stone, looking down below.
With the Arc de Triomphe beneath their feet as the center.
Twelve broad avenues spread out like twelve golden rivers, surging and extending towards all directions of the city.
This was the famous "Place de l'Étoile" (Star Square).
Standing here, one possessed not just the view, but also embraced the most glorious night of all France.
The wind was strong, tousling Su Yu's long hair.
Tang Song gently embraced her from behind.
His broad chest pressed tightly against her undulating back, his arm encircling her waist, pulling this rose swaying in the wind into his embrace.
Occasional shutter "click" sounds and tourists' hushed exclamations came from around.
But in this corner, everything was quiet, leaving only the sound of the wind.
After a long while.
Su Yu slowly turned around in his arms.
The two faced each other, so close their breaths were audible.
She raised her hand, using her slender fingertips to gently hook down the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose.
Revealing a pair of eyes bright as stars, quietly and intently gazing at him.
A silent mutual gaze.
Their gazes meticulously traced each other in the wind.
Tang Song stared at the female star before him, not concealing the infatuation and awe in his eyes.
She was truly beautiful.
Beautiful without flaw, beautiful like an immortal fairy untouched by worldly smoke.
After being quiet for a long time.
Su Yu suddenly spoke, her voice somewhat scattered by the wind: "Tang Song."
"Hmm."
"Tang Song." She called again.
"Hmm, I'm here."
"I want to ask you a question."
"What question?"
"Back then, during the critical start-up period of Smile Investment and Tang Yi Precision, you diverted your attention to find me, acquire that worthless entertainment company, exhaust all efforts to terminate my contract, promote me to fame..." She paused, the color in her eyes flickering slightly in the light. "What was it all for? Why... was it me?"
Tang Song looked at her, his expression serious as he said:
"Because I liked you."
"Because I wanted you."
"Because I wanted to shape you into the form I liked most."
Su Yu smiled.
The corners of her eyes curved into gentle crescents.
"I knew it..." She pressed her face against his palm. "I believe you. The you now is the you from the very beginning, and also the you I truly love."
"I am special to you, an exception."
"You, towards me, have never had calculations, trade-offs, or any exchange of benefits."
"You simply liked me purely, wanted to... privatize me."
"I've always known."
Listening to these words that were almost "self-objectifying" yet extremely lucid.
Tang Song's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.
Su Yu was really too perceptive.
She might have already guessed, even sensed the secret he was hiding.
In fact, Su Yu was indeed an absolutely special existence for him.
Aside from the UR character [Secretary Jin] gifted by the [Beginner's Gift Pack], the "recruitment" of everyone else was essentially to assist his career layout.
That was the optimal solution under the absolute rationality of "Dream Tang Song".
Anne Kate was for overseas layout;
Wu Kezhi was for constructing a financial risk control system;
Zheng Qiudong was for establishing a talent network;
Ouyang Xianyue was for obtaining top-tier domestic political background and industrial resources...
Every person was an indispensable chess piece on the board.
Only Su Yu was different.
She was purely selected based on Tang Song's personal "low-level interest".
That decision originated in early 2017.
Originated from "Real Tang Song" seeing, on his roommate Luo Qiliang's computer screen in the university dorm, that divine beauty who was at a low point yet still breathtakingly beautiful.
That moment of heart-throb was physiological, utterly illogical.
He just wanted to possess her.
Just wanted to pick up this celestial beauty who had fallen to the mortal world, wash her clean, and shape her into his own form.
This was completely at odds with the absolutely rational, ROI (Return on Investment) pursuing personality of "Dream Tang Song".
Su Yu's existence was incompatible with the entire [Tang Jin] system.
She was a product from another dimension.
She could even be seen as a separate DLC (Downloadable Content) game — 《Female Star Raising Plan》.
This was more like a private server mini-game that the "Real Tang Song" with all seven emotions and six desires opened for himself amidst the tense main quests.
He even wasted the last recruitment slot to recruit the merely SR-level character [Agent - Mo Xiangwan], just to assist the [Female Star]'s development.
And by the end of 2018.
As Su Yu reached the pinnacle, this raising game was declared cleared.
The female star had been molded into the form he liked most.
Thus, the game ended.
In the five years after that, the rational "Dream Tang Song" took back control of the main quest, continuing to expand territories in the business empire.
And the already cleared Su Yu, like a saved game file, was rationally isolated outside the core circle.
This also explained why even Wu Kezhi, Zheng Qiudong, Luo Bin could participate, frequently in contact with him, but Su Yu alone could not.
You must know, no matter how much Secretary Jin harbored resentment or was jealous, the rational her would never defy his will.
Ultimately, it was "Dream Tang Song" actively isolating Su Yu.
Therefore, he had never thought of letting her and Mo Xiangwan enter the [Tangjin Family Office].
Nor had he ever let her get involved in deeper political-business and overseas layouts.
This also created her near-obsessive pursuit over these years, and the madness hidden beneath that stunning beauty.
But.
With his return, and these two days of intimate interaction, Su Yu had seen through everything.
She didn't feel sorrowful because of this.
On the contrary, she felt ecstatic.
Because she had finally confirmed that the him before her eyes now was the real player of that 《Female Star Raising Plan》 back then.
It was the Tang Song who had always liked her, doted on her, and saved her.
For the Tang Song at this moment, the shock in his heart was ineffable.
Because this meant...
What Su Yu was infatuated with, deeply loved, and pursued, was indeed his own self.
The last tiny bit of apprehension in his heart was also unraveled at this moment.
...
At the same time.
In the distant UTC+8 time zone.
At midnight in the UTC+8 time zone, 00:00, December 25, 2023.
A global carnival spanning time zones, starting from East Asia, ignited the entire internet world.
[Huaxia]
The hot search charts were rapidly occupied by the same theme:
#SuYu1225HappyBirthday#
#TheBestSuYuInTheWorld#
#Diva'sBirthday#
This wasn't just fans celebrating within their own circle; it was a collective tribute from the entire entertainment industry.
Opening the Weibo homepage, almost half the stars in the entertainment industry sent their blessings at the first moment.
From newly debuted rookie idols to heavyweight film emperors who had retired for years;
From famous directors to top-tier fashion editors-in-chief.
Everyone timed it precisely, posting carefully edited blessings and group photos.
Modu, the Bund.
The giant screen on the Aurora Building suddenly switched. Commercial advertisements disappeared, replaced by Su Yu's highly recognizable, absolutely beautiful profile.
A line of dazzling, flowing large characters shone quietly in the Huangpu River wind:
"Happy Birthday, SUYU."
The river surface reflected neon lights, cruise ships leisurely sounded their horns, the entire city seemed to light up for her at this moment.
[Tokyo, Shibuya Crossing]
At the world's busiest street corner, five giant LED screens lit up simultaneously.
Images of Su Yu wearing high-end custom slowly flowed, making the hurried crowds unconsciously stop and look up.
On Japan's Twitter trending list, "#SuYu's Birthday Tribute" instantly surged to the top three.
[Seoul, Gangnam District]
Subway passageways, bus stop signs were almost completely covered by her birthday support posters.
On South Korea's largest portal site Naver, related discussion posts piled up crazily at a rate of dozens of layers per second.
The Earth slowly rotated, time moved westward.
Country after country, city after city, successively stepped into December 25th.
From Southeast Asia to Europe, from North America to Australia and New Zealand.
Su Yu's face, which blended Eastern classicism with top-tier fashion, and Christmas decorations from various places shone together on social networks.
The comment sections of official Instagram and Facebook accounts turned into a multilingual ocean:
English, French, Spanish, Arabic...
Blessings flooded in like tides.
Top luxury brands like Dior, Cartier, BVLGARI, and others queued up one after another with their global official accounts, releasing birthday congratulatory images and short videos exclusively customized for her at the first moment.
On this holiday belonging to Christmas, she herself had already become the most dazzling gift in the eyes of the world.
In the living room of Su Yu's private residence in the 16th Arrondissement.
Qiuqiu sat cross-legged on the soft carpet, an iPad and phone spread out before her, with a power bank connected nearby.
Her expression was focused, her fingertips swiftly switching between screens.
On one hand, organizing screen-flooding blessings in the core fan group, on another, reposting the latest paparazzi shots on forums, and also synchronizing overseas support activities on Ins and Twitter in real-time.
She was swamped.
Every year, Su Yu's birthday was an online carnival for core fans like them.
"Buzz buzz buzz—"
WeChat popped up a message.
[Lingling: "How's it going? How's it going? They still haven't returned?"]
Qiuqiu replied instantly: "Not yet, they probably went for Christmas Eve dinner. Everywhere in Paris is crowded tonight, probably will be late."
[Lingling: "Okay! Wish Sister Yu a happy birthday for me! I have a feeling, something big is definitely happening tonight!"]
[Lingling: "I still have work tomorrow, I'm going to sleep first. Remember to take lots of photos of Sister Yu and Tang Song!"]
[Lingling: "If you can secretly take bed photos, even better hehehe! [drooling][drooling]"]
"......"
Looking at Lingling's wild words, Qiuqiu's ears grew hot.
Bed photos...
What on earth is Lingling thinking about!
How could I possibly... take that kind of thing!
Thinking of something unknowingly, she subconsciously pressed her legs together, a subtle expression flashing across her face.
Blushing, she sent back a hitting emoji, then looked up at the time.
[21:32]
Su Yu and Tang Song had been out for almost seven hours.
She originally wanted to wish Sister Yu a happy birthday in person at the first moment, but now it was almost ten o'clock.
The wind outside the window gradually grew stronger, and the temperature seemed to have dropped.
Did they wear enough layers?
Su Yu just recovered from her fever, her body was still very weak, what if she caught a chill again?
But...
Tang Song was with her, he should take good care of her, right?
Just as she was lost in random thoughts, both worried and expectant.
"Click—"
A sound came from the entrance foyer.
Qiuqiu immediately stood up and looked over.
After a moment, two figures walked in side by side.
They held hands, light and shadow falling on them, beautiful like a freeze-frame from a movie.
Seeing Tang Song wearing a caramel-colored sweater, exuding a warm, artistic temperament, Qiuqiu's gaze slightly froze.
This was the outfit Tang Song wore that day.
Her impression was just too deep, too deep.
Noticing Su Yu's sweeping gaze, Qiuqiu quickly gathered her thoughts. "You're back. Sister Yu, wish you a happy birthday!"
"Thank you, Qiuqiu."
Su Yu was clearly in an extremely good mood. Walking into the living room with light steps, she opened her arms and gave Qiuqiu a hug carrying the crisp outside air.
After letting go, her gaze fell on the coffee table.
The iPad screen was lit up, the Weibo interface constantly refreshing with birthday blessings.
Su Yu's eyebrows lifted slightly, a smile rippling at the corner of her mouth. "Helping me with promotion? Thank you, Qiuqiu."
"Ah..." Cheng Qiuqiu blushed, biting her lip in embarrassment. "N-no... it's just that everyone in the fan group is celebrating, I'm helping organize the comments. This time every year... it's always busy."
Her voice grew softer and softer, revealing the unique shyness of a fan facing their idol.
Seeing her like that, Su Yu chuckled softly.
"Qiuqiu," she suddenly leaned forward slightly, a cunning light flashing in her eyes. "Want to... log into my account?"
"Ah?" Cheng Qiuqiu was stunned. "Wh-what do you mean?"
"Literal meaning."
Su Yu playfully blinked, took out her private phone, unlocked it, tapped open the Weibo APP with the golden "V" badge, and directly handed it to Qiuqiu.
"Log into my account, help me reply to some messages."
"Tonight, this account belongs to you! Whatever you want to post, whose 'plaque' you want to flip, which comment you want to reply to, it's all up to you."
Boom—
Qiuqiu felt her head explode.
Staring at that backend private message interface showing "9999+", her hands began to tremble. She shook her head repeatedly, stepping back:
"N-no! Absolutely not! This is your official account, what if I slip up and post something wrong... it would be a huge disaster!"
This was Su Yu's Weibo.
In this circle, this account represented top-tier traffic and absolute authority.
Even posting just a period could instantly rush to the hot searches.
Letting her operate it? It was like letting someone who just got their driver's license pilot an aircraft carrier.
"What's there to be afraid of?" The corner of Su Yu's mouth lifted into a bewitching smile, directly stuffing the phone into her hand. "I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of? Besides, you're my number one die-hard fan. I believe you understand what fans want to hear better than the PR department people."
She paused, leaned close to her ear, and whispered softly: "The person I trust the most is you, Qiuqiu."
Qiuqiu held that phone, her mind blank.
Since she was fourteen, she had been guarding this account, rushing to the front rows under every Weibo post, liking, writing long essays.
And today, she actually stood on this side of the screen.
Su Yu turned around, winked at Tang Song who had been watching with a smile, a hint of implication in her eyes:
"Been out all day, I smell of sweat. I'm going to take a shower and change."
"Tang Song, keep Qiuqiu company for a bit. Wait half an hour... then come in."
"Okay." Tang Song understood her meaning, nodded in agreement, his heartbeat accelerating.
Su Yu turned and left.
The hem of her burgundy sweater swayed gently with her steps, like a gradually receding flame, disappearing behind the master bedroom door at the end of the corridor.
In the living room, only the two of them remained.
The air suddenly quieted down.
Qiuqiu was still immersed in the shock and nervousness from earlier, holding the phone, not daring to move.
Only when she felt Tang Song approaching did she suddenly snap back to reality.
Looking up, she bumped into his warm, jade-like eyes.
"Tang Song..." Her voice was somewhat stuttering, her expression somewhat unnatural.
Tang Song chuckled lightly, like Su Yu just did, stretched out his arms and gave her a warm, firm hug.
"Merry Christmas Eve. You've worked hard these past few days, Qiuqiu."
Warm breath and a strong sense of security instantly enveloped her.
Qiuqiu's body stiffened slightly, whispering: "Not hard... being able to help Sister Yu, I'm very happy."
Tang Song released her, blinking. "Getting your idol's Weibo account, does this count as the pinnacle of a fangirl's life?"
"Mmm..." Qiuqiu lowered her head, blushing, not daring to look at him.
"Come, I'll accompany you." He sat down on the carpet beside her, his voice gentle. "Didn't you always want Su Yu to follow you back? Now's the chance, want to try?"
"Ah..." Qiuqiu's eyes widened slightly, even forgetting her shyness.
After quite a while.
Under Tang Song's encouragement, she ultimately couldn't resist the temptation. With trembling fingers, she found her own account and clicked 'follow back'.
In that instant, it felt as if her soul had become so light it was about to float away.
Then, she gradually grew bolder.
Started browsing under Weibo posts.
Even replied to and liked interacting celebrities.
Over the years, she had been silently imitating Su Yu's speech style and manner, and now she actually seemed quite adept.
At this moment, playing the role of an idol online with this identity actually gave rise to a strange, almost merging-with-Su-Yu illusion.
Moreover, they also shared the same man.
......
After about twenty minutes.
Seeing Qiuqiu completely immersed, handling comments like a fish in water.
Tang Song smiled and stood up.
Gently ruffled the top of her head: "Alright, big star, you keep 'working'. I'm going in first, goodnight."
"Oh... goodnight." Qiuqiu lifted her flushed face, watching him walk towards the master bedroom.
Pushing open the master bedroom door.
The moment he stepped in, a whiff of high-end fragrance scent lingered around.
The main lights in the room weren't on, only a few ambient lamps in the corners cast ambiguous, hazy light, dyeing the entire space dreamlike and illusory.
Tang Song had only taken a few steps inside when his footsteps suddenly halted.
His gaze was firmly locked on the figure by the window.
Su Yu was standing before the huge floor-to-ceiling window, her back to the door.
In the distance was Paris's dazzling night and that glittering golden Eiffel Tower.
But at this moment, before the silhouette of this Eastern beauty, everything paled into insignificance, reduced to silent accompaniment.
She wore a silver flowing backless gown.
Under the interweaving of night and the light filtering in from outside, that dress seemed to come alive.
Like a damp Milky Way draped over her body, countless tiny points of light flickered, flowed, and shimmered with her breathing, rising and falling.
Luxurious, yet utterly mysterious.
The extremely body-hugging cut perfectly outlined those curves enough to make deities fall.
The slender waist, the breathtaking curve of her hips, and large expanses of skin fair as jade.
Black long hair casually cascaded down her back, a few strands of silver highlights faintly visible within.
Black and silver leaped and entangled in the light and shadow, sexy and noble.
As if an immortal fairy untouched by worldly smoke.
This was the real Su Yu.
Tang Song's breath hitched slightly, his gaze stunned.
What made him lose his composure wasn't just her person.
It was also the dress she was wearing.
That was the one she wore in 2018 when she knocked on his hotel room door.
Exactly the same.
Even her hairstyle and accessories at this moment were exactly the same.
Detecting movement behind her.
Su Yu didn't immediately turn around.
She just slightly turned her face, her long hair sliding down her smooth, jade-like back, the silver highlights at the ends of her hair flashing with a bewitching light under the glow.
"Tang Song..."
"Su Yu..."
"Familiar?"
"Familiar."
After a moment of silence.
The corner of Su Yu's mouth slowly curved upward.
"Swish—"
She suddenly turned around.
The silver flowing gown rippled in the air.
The front was even more breathtaking than the back.
The deep V-neck design was extremely daring.
Two slender silver chains hung on her rounded shoulders, as if about to snap the next second.
Large expanses of snowy, delicate skin intertwined with cold silver pieces, creating a strong, visually searing impact.
Ethereal as an immortal, yet desire seeped into the bones.
She walked towards him in high heels.
"Tap, tap, tap!"
With each step, the flowing light on the hem of her skirt shattered and reformed like a galaxy beneath her feet.
As if galaxies were born and extinguished beneath her steps.
Stopping before him, she halted.
Slightly tilting her face up, her long hair slid down her exposed shoulders, half-covering her delicate collarbones.
"Beautiful?" she asked softly, a trace of trembling anticipation in her voice.
"Extremely beautiful." Tang Song gazed at her, word by word. "Beautiful beyond reproach."
Su Yu tilted her head.
A smile, both infatuated and morbid, suddenly bloomed on her face.
That smile was unrestrained, the madness and desire suppressed for years completely collapsing at this moment.
Like an immortal fallen to demonhood, yet so beautiful one was willing to sink into it.
"Since it's beautiful..." She stuck out her tongue, licking her dry red lips, her voice becoming hoarse and low: "Then today, I want to finish everything we didn't do that night five years ago. I want to..."
Tang Song's heart pounded violently, his throat tightened.
His hand abruptly rose, landing on her slender, graspable waist.
Through that layer of cold, smooth fabric, his five fingers pressed forcefully, almost as if to snap her waist.
"Mmm..."
Pain came, but Su Yu didn't dodge.
Instead, like a captured beauty snake, she pressed closer.
Her graceful waist swayed gently in his palm, rubbing against his tense body.
On Japan's Twitter trending list, "#SuYuSacrificialRite" instantly surged to the top three.
"Heh." Su Yu chuckled lightly, not only not restraining herself, but instead rising on tiptoe.
Her warm lips pressed against his ear, using the most melodious voice to utter the most unspeakable, yet most blood-stirring words.
"Screw that... tonight I am your ******, I am..."
Her voice was soft and seductive, each word like a spark setting the prairie ablaze.
Tang Song's entire being was about to burn up, completely captured by this female succubus.
He pulled her fiercely into his embrace, their bodies fitting together seamlessly. Lowering his head, he kissed her slender neck almost like a bite.
"Mmm..."
Su Yu threw her head back, letting out a sigh of satisfaction.
Her eyes half-closed, gaze scattered and dazed.
The silver gown shimmered under the light, interweaving with her flushed skin.
Like an immortal, like a demon.
She stretched out her arms, tightly encircling Tang Song's neck, murmuring intermittently between his scorching kiss marks:
"Tang Song... there's no one else here..."
"No media, no fans, and no Jin Meixiao..."
"I am yours."
"From very early on, my soul and bones... have long been rotten in your hands."
"I will always only be yours alone."
She cupped Tang Song's face, sharpened slightly by desire.
Gazing at his appearance, out of control for her.
A near-sacrificial madness spread in the depths of her eyes.
"So, you don't need to hold back, no need to pretend, no need to play anyone else."
"I only want you."
"You can casually dirty me, be unrestrained..."
"Treat me however you want..."
"Come on, possess me."
"I am yours."
"Even if you are ordinary, common, wicked, dark... in my eyes, you are my god."
"Look at me, only at me."