Chapter Thirty-Four: Supplementary Agreement and Dual Contracts

Yu Tang lowered her head.

Two soft little ones were clinging to her feet.

They barely reached her knees in height.

They were Yu Yue’s twin children—a boy and a girl.

Yu Tang had never cared for children before, but seeing these two tiny creatures, an inexplicable fondness blossomed in her heart.

She crouched down and picked them up, one in each arm.

The milky scent unique to children wafted into her nose.

Yu Tang’s heart melted.

“Sweethearts, when did you get back?”

Just now, she’d heard them call her “auntie,” so these must be the children her incorrigible brother had brought into the world.

“Auntie, missed you!” the twins chorused.

Barely over a year old, they could only manage simple words, but it was enough.

Hearing this, Yu Tang’s eyes sparkled as she turned to her brother. “Brother! You’ve got two of these adorable little things. Why not give me one? I promise I’ll raise them plump and fair!”

Yu Yue’s expression darkened instantly. He strode over and scooped both children from her arms, his face stern. “Did I say you wouldn’t have to raise any? If you want one, have your own.”

[Your nephew and niece used to have a reflexive aversion to you, but now they’ve willingly embraced you. It seems your relationship with your brother’s family has greatly improved, accelerating your redemption. Mission completed with flying colors; reward upgraded.]

[Congratulations, you have received a heroine audition opportunity for Director Yang Chen’s new project.]

[Congratulations, you have also been awarded a photo shoot with the mid-tier magazine “Zhongxing.”]

Yu Tang was stunned by the news.

Wait—was this really an upgrade? A supporting role in a drama was actually less valuable than a heroine audition?

“Yu Tang! What are you thinking about?! I’m talking to you!”

“What did you just mean by ‘divorce’?!”

Mentioning having children reminded Yu Yue—he’d heard her talking to their mother about divorce as soon as he walked through the door.

Yu Tang had been nervous about telling them, but remembering her mother’s reaction just now, she straightened her back.

“Yes, it’s me—I’m the one getting divorced. So what?”

She tipped her chin up and put her hands on her hips, looking rather pleased with herself.

Mrs. Fu, watching her daughter’s lively demeanor, was filled with affection. Heaven knew how long it had been since Yu Tang had been this spirited.

Clearly, Song Zhiyan had always held her back. This marriage should have ended long ago!

Cradling his twins, Yu Yue rolled his eyes. “Wouldn’t it have been better if you’d come to this realization sooner?”

Yu Tang darted her eyes, feeling slightly guilty.

“What about Lu Jiacheng? Are you still planning to stay at Yuan Yi?”

Yu Yue set the children down and sat on the sofa to peel an orange. His slender fingers carefully removed every bit of pith.

Yu Tang loved oranges, so they kept them in the house all year round.

He asked as he handed her a peeled orange segment. “If you don’t want to stay at Yuan Yi, I can arrange for you to go somewhere else.”

He didn’t want his sister overworked—but resources were another matter entirely. He knew very well that Lu Jiacheng, that sly devil, was not giving his talented sister enough opportunities.

Upon hearing this, Yu Tang’s eyes lit up. She still hadn’t figured out whether Yuan Yi was worth staying with, but more options meant more paths forward. There was no need to burn bridges.

Yu Yue was startled by how quickly his sister turned into an excited child.

Realizing she’d accepted, the domineering CEO curved his lips in a rare, proud smile. “I’ll have him add you later. You two can discuss things.”

Yu Tang, delighted, softened her tone. “Alright—thank you, brother!”

Yu Yue couldn’t help but smile, coughing lightly to cover it. “Alright, enough with the sweet talk.”

After finishing her variety show stint, Yu Tang had no new assignments from the company. Wanting a rest, she stayed home these days, going out rarely.

In her bedroom, she lounged in a silk camisole, playing games on her tablet. Her long, seaweed-like hair spilled over her shoulders, making her fair skin appear even more luminous.

Her features were becoming more and more like those of her past life. When her face was expressionless, she looked delicate yet alluring.

Suddenly, a friend request notification popped up on her tablet.

[Twenty-eight-Year-Old Dad-Type Uncle requests to add you as a friend.]

Yu Tang couldn’t help but laugh at the username. The phrase “Sister, open the door, it’s me, my brother” immediately popped into her mind.

She accepted the request.

[Hello, Miss Yu. I’m Pei Shang from Time Media. We’d like to invite you to join our company. Would you be available to chat sometime?]

Unlike his humorous online handle, Mr. Pei’s tone was straightforward and direct.

Yu Tang considered for a moment, then typed swiftly with both hands.

[Of course, Mr. Pei. Just let me know a time, I’m free these days.]

Time Media was a top-tier company in the entertainment industry.

This must be the company her brother had mentioned.

Pei Shang replied with a simple [OK.]

Yu Tang smiled, started a new game, but before she could begin, a call popped up on the tablet.

It was Zhang Hong.

Yu Tang lay lazily on the bed, stared at the name for a few seconds, then answered unhurriedly.

“Hello—”

“Where are you now?” Zhang Hong’s cool voice came from the other end.

Since Yu Tang’s debut at twenty, Zhang Hong had always managed her. There was some sentiment there, if nothing else.

“I’m at home. What’s up?” Yu Tang turned over on the bed, replying with deliberate slowness.

“Come to the company now. There’s something you need to handle.”

With that, Zhang Hong hung up first.

Listening to the dial tone, Yu Tang didn’t rush. She leisurely finished her game before getting up to change.

…

At this moment, in the president’s office of Yuan Yi Media.

Zhang Hong, dressed in a tailored nude-colored suit, stood before Lu Jiacheng with the confidence of a strong, capable woman.

Lu Jiacheng, though young, always carried an air of mischief.

“President Lu, I’ve already negotiated,” Zhang Hong reported. “Except for the Zhongxing magazine shoot and the L brand endorsement, all other resources can be reassigned to Youran. We just need to wait for Youran to choose a script.”

Lu Jiacheng replied carelessly, spinning in his chair.

“Let’s keep it as before. Have Yu Xiaotang sign the supplementary agreement, adjusting the ratio to two-eight.”

He wanted to see just how far Yu Xiaotang could be pushed before she’d finally lose her cool.

Zhang Hong was taken aback. “President Lu, isn’t two-eight a bit excessive?”

Leaning back, arms crossed, Lu Jiacheng looked at her with open displeasure. “So, are you the president, or am I?”

Zhang Hong pursed her lips. “Sorry, President Lu. I overstepped. I’ll handle it right away.”