Chapter 487: I Really Like It

Tang Song blinked slightly, then burst out laughing with a "pū—ha!"

He naturally knew this was a reference from the movie "National Super Spy," but coming from Bei Bei Bei Yuwei's lips, paired with her deliberately mimicked Hong Kong-accented Mandarin and excellent acting, it somehow felt unexpectedly hilarious.

"Laugh! I'm serious!" Bei Bei Bei Yuwei tilted her head and gently poked Tang Song's arm with her fingertip.

As a singer with exceptional talent, she had exquisite control over her voice.

She deliberately adjusted the resonance of her mouth, nasal cavity, and chest, causing a noticeable change in her timbre.

Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu across from her didn't realize it was Bei Bei Bei Yuwei.

"How much?" Tang Song played along with the joke.

"Emm…" Bei Bei Bei Yuwei feigned thought for a moment, then, under Tang Song's puzzled gaze, picked up his draft beer, lifted the mask slightly from below to reveal a glimpse of her lips, took a small sip, and put it back.

"Alright, you're even now!" Bei Bei Bei Yuwei's eyes, barely visible, blinked softly, carrying a hint of ambiguity and provocation.

Tang Song's expression turned peculiar; he pointed at Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu across from them and chuckled, "That beer belongs to Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu. You didn't ask for permission—that's very impolite."

"Ah?" Bei Bei Bei Yuwei froze, a flicker of embarrassment crossing her eyes. "Sorry, miss! I'll get you another one."

"It's fine, I don't mind," Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu forced out a faint smile, her hand beneath the table clenching slightly, trying to calm the turmoil inside.

Bei Bei Bei Yuwei seemed to sense Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu's unease, and a smile curled at her lips.

She picked up Tang Song's draft beer and swapped it with the one in front of Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu. "Now it's right—I'm really thirsty."

"My throat is dry."

Bei Bei Bei Yuwei said playfully, took Tang Song's cup, and drank several gulps with a "glug-glug-glug."

Then she placed it back in front of Tang Song, tilting her head to look at him. "You should drink too! You won't mind, right?"

Tang Song smiled, picked up the cup, and took a small sip.

With his current observational acuity and mental sharpness, he could easily guess that Bei Bei Bei Yuwei's appearance tonight was connected to Su Yu.

Due to the need for security management for celebrities, film sets, and events, Tang Zong Entertainment and Sheng Tang Security maintain extremely close cooperation, holding each other's equity.

His own security team had appeared in Wushan, using Sheng Tang Security's resources.

With enough effort, Su Yu's capabilities made finding his location no difficult task.

I have to say, this female celebrity is truly thoughtful.

He truly couldn't help Song Mei Fashion develop through cheating, but if Bei Bei Bei Yuwei voluntarily "pursued" him, that was perfectly fine.

All he needed to do was tell Bei Bei Bei Yuwei that his company wanted to piggyback on the buzz on set; the rest she could handle as she saw fit.

Still, what intrigued him was why Bei Bei Bei Yuwei was wearing the same outfit as Jin Mishi—and even actively impersonating her.

Watching the intimate interaction between the two, Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu's lips moved slightly, her gaze dimming.

Unconsciously, her mind flashed back to the scene in the Bentley, sharing a bottle of water with Tang Song.

But this Bei Bei was far more cheerful and witty than she was, always making Tang Song laugh heartily.

It caused an inexplicable sting in her heart.

She too wanted to be someone interesting, but she simply couldn't manage it.

Tang Song set down the draft beer and asked, "What do you want to eat? I'll order you something extra."

Bei Bei Bei Yuwei glanced at the barbecue on the table, swallowed, and shook her head. "I'm not hungry. You two eat."

As she spoke, her stomach let out an uncooperative "gurgle."

Tang Song laughed again, patting her back. "Eat something—these lamb skewers are amazing."

Bei Bei Bei Yuwei blushed. "No, I'm watching my weight—I can't eat."

As a pure idol, she had to control her diet and maintain her ideal figure.

She hadn't touched high-calorie food in months.

In addition, she ran, swam, jumped rope, and did yoga every day.

She'd worked hard to achieve her current fame; any lapse would be fatal.

The younger, more eager girls in her company would immediately seize the chance to replace her.

"Alright," Tang Song shrugged, not pressing further, and shifted to asking about her recent work and schedule.

Bei Bei Bei Yuwei leaned close to his ear and whispered.

Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu picked up a skewer of grilled chicken wings, lowered her head, and ate silently, her face still calm and cold, as if lost in her own world.

Yet above her head, the tender sprout of the 【Dream Flower Seed】 trembled slightly, its emerald glow flickering dimly and brightly.

Clearly, her emotions were in violent turmoil.

Noticing this, Tang Song felt an odd unease.

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu really did have psychological issues—just moments ago she'd been cold and distant, accusing him of sexual harassment, yet seeing him chatting with Bei Bei Bei Yuwei triggered such intense negative emotion.

After thinking it over, he paused his private chat with Bei Bei Bei Yuwei and smiled, changing the subject: "I heard Su Yu is filming a new drama in Modou. Do you know when it'll be released?"

Hearing this, Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu lifted her head, her expression softening slightly. "I checked the online promotions—it's expected to premiere during the 2025 Spring Festival slot."

Bei Bei Bei Yuwei added, "Yeah, filming started in September. It's a big-budget sci-fi film requiring massive special effects, so the production cycle is long."

"Ah? Sci-fi?" Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu's eyes lit up. "Really? Su Yu's sci-fi movie? Is it a commercial film?"

Bei Bei Bei Yuwei smiled. "Absolutely a blockbuster. It's called 'Parallel Dawn'—a sci-fi thriller involving parallel dimensions, human nature, fate, and choice. The script received the highest rating within Tang Zong Entertainment. The production team is top-tier. I think it might break box office records."

After saying this, she looked at Tang Song, clasped her hands together, and said sincerely, "Praise our great Miss Su Yu!"

Hearing the most juicy gossip and seeing Bei Bei Bei Yuwei's fanatical devotion to Su Yu, Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu's gloomy mood gradually faded, her face flushed with excitement.

"Praise Miss Su Yu! Where did you get this info? Is it accurate?"

"Absolutely accurate—I have insider sources," Bei Bei Bei Yuwei leaned forward, beginning to elaborate.

She detailed the film's production team, main cast, Su Yu's role, the filming locations, and even parts of Su Yu's shooting schedule.

Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu was utterly stunned, her entire body trembling with excitement.

These details weren't online anywhere, and Bei Bei Bei Yuwei spoke with absolute certainty.

The two grew more animated, leaving Tang Song completely sidelined.

The two grew more and more excited, leaving Tang Song sidelined.

The three stepped out of the street food stall.

Since the Shangri-La Hotel was only a few hundred meters away, Tang Song didn't take a car—he walked west alongside the two girls along the sidewalk.

Around the corner, a damp evening breeze swept over them, carrying the distinct salty tang of the sea.

The sound of waves rose and fell, the ocean shimmering under the night sky like scattered silver coins.

"Which hotel are you staying at?" Tang Song turned to Bei Bei Bei Yuwei, his tone casual.

Bei Bei Bei Yuwei covered her mouth and giggled, winking playfully. "Why? Planning a midnight raid?"

Tang Song joked, "Not impossible."

"Wow, that'd be great!" Bei Bei Bei Yuwei skipped ahead, her voice teasing. "I'm staying at Wushan International Hotel—not far from here. Welcome, handsome Tang Song, to bring me some perks!"

Tang Song smiled, his gaze sweeping over Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu as he teased, "Actually, Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu and I are staying at the same hotel. If I'm going to do a midnight raid, why go far when the target's right next door?"

Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu, lost in thought, heard this and her heart skipped half a beat, her cheeks flushing slightly.

She instinctively lowered her head, avoiding Tang Song's gaze.

Bei Bei Bei Yuwei immediately noticed her reaction, wrapped her arm around Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu's, and grinned. "How about I stay with Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu tonight? That way you get two for one—what do you think?"

Tang Song watched the two close together, raised his hand, and declared firmly, "I fully support it!"

Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu's mouth opened slightly, clearly shocked by her boldness. She glanced at Tang Song, catching his slightly heated gaze.

Her body trembled involuntarily, and she quickly looked away.

But she knew Bei Bei Bei Yuwei was just joking.

She bit her lip and whispered, "Don't—don't joke like that."

"Haha, you're so cute, Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu," Bei Bei Bei Yuwei pinched her cheek, teasing. "I really do want to sleep with you."

Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu awkwardly pressed her lips together, shifted slightly away, and awkwardly changed the subject. "Bei Bei, you really remind me of a celebrity."

"Oh?" Bei Bei Bei Yuwei blinked. "Which one?"

Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu whispered, "The one who starred in 'Listening to the Rain Fall.'"

She didn't pay much attention to Bei Bei Bei Yuwei—in fact, in the entertainment industry, she only cared about Su Yu.

She'd only seen Bei Bei Bei Yuwei's ancient costume drama before, and noticed her in Song Mei Fashion's livestreams, so her impression was strong.

In body shape and facial features, the two seemed somewhat similar.

But this Bei Bei's clothing, makeup, and hairstyle were far more mature than Bei Bei Bei Yuwei's.

"Really?" Bei Bei Bei Yuwei tilted her head, then said, "I'll take off my mask—see if you still think so."

She stopped altering her voice, returning to her natural tone—richer, more magnetic, unmistakable.

Hearing it, Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu froze.

Bei Bei Bei Yuwei turned her back to the roadside camera, lifted her slender fingers to unfasten the elastic strap of the mask on her left ear, revealing her covered nose and mouth.

Her full, sensual lips and high, refined nose bridge glowed with striking allure under the dim light.

The sea breeze stirred her bangs gently, revealing a pale, delicate oval face bursting with brilliance.

Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu stopped dead in her tracks, mouth agape, staring in disbelief, her head ringing.

She murmured, "Bei Bei… Bei Bei Yuwei—"

Bei Bei Bei Yuwei laughed. "Looks like my disguise worked pretty well—acting approval +1."

She lifted her head, flashed Tang Song a triumphant look, then quickly pulled her mask back on.

"Th-this…" Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu looked from Bei Bei Bei Yuwei to Tang Song, stammering, "Tang Zong, what's going on? You—she…"

Watching the dazed, adorable Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu, Tang Song nodded. "Yes, she's that Bei Bei Bei Yuwei."

Looking at the sweet and innocent Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu, Tang Song nodded and said, "That's right—she's Bei Bei Bei Yuwei."

Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu's breathing suddenly turned rapid, her full chest rising and falling sharply.

She had previously asked Xu An for help—plainly put, her ultimate goal was to ride on Bei Bei Bei Yuwei's popularity.

Yet now, the top idol Bei Bei Bei Yuwei stood right before her, alive and real, having chatted with her for over half an hour.

Instantly, she understood why the other woman knew so much about Su Yu's internal affairs.

Bei Bei Bei Yuwei was a contracted artist under Tang Zong Entertainment; she and Su Yu worked at the same company, and she likely encountered Su Yu frequently, had contact with her.

Thinking of this, her heartbeat grew increasingly fierce.

During dinner, she had added Bei Bei Bei Yuwei's WeChat and become her friend.

For the first time, she felt how close she was to Su Yu's social circle.

As if one more step forward, she could reach the idol herself.

"Y-you're…hello, Miss Bei."

"Why so suddenly formal?" Bei Bei Bei Yuwei chuckled softly, extending her hand. "Nice to meet you, Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu. From now on, we're friends."

Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu, flustered, replied: "Nice to meet you too."

Bei Bei Bei Yuwei lifted her eyebrows, stepped aside, and smiled warmly. "Alright, it's getting late—I should head back to the hotel. Goodbye, my two friends."

"Goodbye." "Goodbye."

After walking a few steps, Bei Bei Bei Yuwei turned back and called out loudly: "Bye, Tang Song! Don't forget to miss me!"

Then she stepped lightly into a black luxury sedan parked by the roadside.

Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu turned around blankly and asked: "Tang Zong, how did you and Bei Bei Bei Yuwei meet?"

Tang Song smiled. "We met by chance in Shencheng a while back."

"What about the company's livestreaming project?"

"I already mentioned it during dinner. I'll submit the application directly to the production team—she'll help smooth things over."

"Oh, that's good." Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu pressed her lips together, her mood gradually calming.

Bei Bei Bei Yuwei's celebrity status didn't affect her that much—it was more because the woman could reach Su Yu,

knew Su Yu's schedule.

The luxury sedan by the roadside lit up its lights, slowly pulled away, and vanished into the night.

Tang Song pulled his gaze away, "Let's head back too."

"Mm." Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu nodded and hurried after him.

Walking into the hotel lobby, watching Tang Song ahead of her, her gaze involuntarily settled on his pale, slender hands.

She remembered how he had taken her hand outside the street food stall.

That fluttering sensation still lingered in her mind, stubbornly refusing to fade.

She bit her lip hard.

Tang Song was clearly Lin Mu Xue's boyfriend—she shouldn't be having such intimate contact with him.

She lowered her head, counting her steps, forcing her thoughts away from dangerous directions.

"Ding—" The elevator stopped at the 19th floor.

The two walked across the carpet to the suite door.

Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu whispered goodbye, then darted into her room as if fleeing something.

Behind the tightly shut door, a glowing young sprout trembled violently, hovering exactly one meter away, motionless for a long time.

Tang Song stood still for a moment, his gaze sweeping the empty hallway, then turned and left.

Back in the suite, he turned on the lights.

Tang Song walked straight into the bathroom and took a quick shower.

Dressed in a bathrobe, he sat on the sofa and began replying to unread messages on his phone.

He didn't know how much time had passed.

"Dong dong dong—" A sudden, urgent knock echoed at the door.

Tang Song paused, then rose and walked toward the entrance.

Through the peephole, a face masked and shaded by sunglasses appeared.

The door opened.

Bei Bei Bei Yuwei stepped in quickly, shut the door, patted her chest, and whispered: "Good thing no one noticed." "What are you doing here?" Tang Song asked knowingly, a faint smile playing on his lips.

During dinner, when he heard Bei Bei Bei Yuwei ask for his and Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu's room numbers, he'd guessed she'd come for a midnight visit.

Sure enough, this sharp-witted female idol couldn't hold back and came to find him.

Bei Bei Bei Yuwei removed her hat and sunglasses, revealing a delicate face.

She blinked, grinning playfully at him, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Didn't I say before we parted that I'd come say goodbye again? Surprised?"

"Definitely surprising," Tang Song chuckled lightly, his tone teasing.

Bei Bei Bei Yuwei smiled, stepped gracefully into the suite, glanced around, then sat directly on the bed.

Turning to Tang Song, she feigned a pout. "Last time at the Ju Xing Hui Cui banquet, I gave you my number—why didn't you contact me? I was heartbroken for a long time, thought you hated me."

"I've been busy with work. Sorry," Tang Song replied seriously.

Hearing him actually apologize, Bei Bei Bei Yuwei burst into a laugh. "Fine, I forgive you!"

Then she knelt up on the bed, assumed an elegant posture, and gently smoothed her skirt. "I heard you're obsessed with Jin Dongshi, so I specifically changed into her style of clothing—do you like it?"

Tang Song paused, instantly understanding.

The person who told Bei Bei Bei Yuwei these details was definitely Su Yu.

Maybe Su Yu even told her to dress like this to meet him.

What did Su Yu mean by this? Was she mocking Jin Dongshi?

Hmm… that icy, ethereal female star wouldn't be so mischievous, would she?

After thinking for a moment, Tang Song cleared his throat. "Actually, I'm not just obsessed with Jin Dongshi—I'm equally obsessed with Su Yu. If you wore her clothes, I'd be even happier."

"Ah… I—I couldn't dare," Bei Bei Bei Yuwei stuck out her tongue and smiled nervously.

Su Yu was her boss—the kind you absolutely couldn't offend.

Wearing Su Yu's clothes, pretending to be her and flirting with Tang Song—he couldn't even imagine it.

Tang Song teased: "Why not? I think you're fearless."

Bei Bei Bei Yuwei blinked her big, sparkling eyes, leaning closer. "Really?"

"Mm," Tang Song nodded, his gaze resting on her exquisite face, filled with appreciation.

Bei Bei Bei Yuwei smiled, then stepped forward, tilting her head to look up at his handsome features. "So… do you think I'm beautiful?"

Tang Song affirmed: "Very beautiful."

As a top idol, her appearance was unquestionably exceptional.

Bei Bei Bei Yuwei's face lit up instantly. She rose onto her toes and lightly kissed his cheek. "Then say 'Bei Bei Bei Yuwei, I love you.' Okay?"

Tang Song shook his head, smiling. "That's not something you say lightly. We've only met three times—I don't even know you yet."

Hearing this, Bei Bei Bei Yuwei's eyes dimmed for an instant, then quickly returned to normal.

She stepped forward again, pressing her full chest against him, whispering softly: "Then… do you feel your heart flutter?"

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Gazing at her delicate face, breathing in her intoxicating scent, Tang Song nodded sincerely: "Of course. I'm a normal man."

Bei Bei Bei Yuwei took a deep breath, stepped forward once more, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him deeply.

Their lips met—a sensation unlike any she'd ever felt made her heart race, her cheeks flush.

Feeling the idol's clumsy, passionate kiss, Tang Song's gaze flickered. His hands, guided by instinct, wrapped around her waist.

Bei Bei Bei Yuwei let out a soft moan, pressing her body tightly against him.

The room's temperature rose rapidly.

After a while.

Bei Bei Bei Yuwei pulled away, panting. Once her emotions calmed, she blushed and whispered: "Whether you believe me or not—this was my first kiss. I've never dated anyone, never filmed any intimate scenes. I wanted to give it to you."

She certainly knew how to act—but her heart's longing was real, genuine.

"I believe you."

Hearing his words, Bei Bei Bei Yuwei exhaled in relief, her eyes smiling. "Thank you!"

Looking at the youthful, sensual idol before him, Tang Song's throat tightened. He lowered his head again, kissing her lips.

His hands naturally traced the curves of her body.

He never denied he was a lecher. Facing a goddess every man dreamed of, to claim he had no thoughts—

That would be pure nonsense.

But her connection to Su Yu made him hesitate about pushing further.

After all, Su Yu had just gone through "Daoxin Po Mie," and he still planned to visit her during National Day.

In this situation, sleeping with the artist she'd sent over would make him feel guilty when they met again.

But now, desire had been ignited—he was losing control.

Bei Bei Bei Yuwei trembled, lost in his tenderness and affection.

After a long while.

She bit her lip, gazing at him hopefully: "Say 'Bei Bei Bei Yuwei, I really like you.' Okay? I'll reward you."

"What reward?" Tang Song asked curiously.

"Say it first—I promise you won't be disappointed," Bei Bei Bei Yuwei blinked, her voice dripping with playful seduction.

Tang Song smiled and whispered, "I really like you, Bei Bei Bei Yuwei."

Hearing this, Bei Bei Bei Yuwei's face broke into a bright, sincere smile, her eyes sparkling as if holding stars and moon.

"You said it yourself— from now on, I'm your woman. If Dai ever bullies me again, I'll use your name."

She said this with firm resolve, and before Tang Song could react, she crouched down.

In his stunned gaze, she pulled open the bathrobe.

"I still have filming to do, and the hotel where the crew stays is full of strange people. To avoid trouble, I have to go back tonight, so I can't do much for now."

"Tang Song, I really like you—do you know that?"

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the bright moon hung between sea and sky; the distant sound of waves mingled with the labored breaths inside. Bei Bei Bei Yuwei bowed her head, her movements focused and earnest.