Chapter 310: I Am Your Own Sister!

"Shall I send you back?"

Tang Ye gestured toward the taxi parked by the side of the road.

Ding Xiang gazed at the street, its edges shimmering with silver under the moonlight, and asked softly, "Will you walk with me for a bit?"

"Sure!"

The two left the restaurant and strolled toward the southwest, stepping on the moonlight.

The streetlights stretched their shadows out long.

After walking for a good while, Ding Xiang suddenly asked out of the blue, "Tang Ye, if we had met for the first time half a year ago, and I had been more proactive, would the outcome be the same?"

Tang Ye paused his steps and scratched his head: "Who can say for sure about things in the past..."

Ding Xiang laughed at herself, her voice carrying an indescribable sense of melancholy: "If I had known to be bolder back then, I wouldn't still be single now."

Tang Ye knew in his heart that with her father having just passed away, Ding Xiang was lacking a pillar of support, and her emotions were particularly sensitive right now.

He said thoughtfully: "Between a man and a woman, besides romantic love, there are other kinds of feelings."

"Then—" Ding Xiang suddenly stopped, her eyes sparkling, "How about you be my brother from now on?"

Tang Ye said with a smile, "My mom would be overjoyed to hear that!"

"Why?"

"Did I mention it to you? My mom is your loyal viewer; she follows every episode of your program;

she dreams of having a daughter, so wouldn't that be killing two birds with one stone, fulfilling both wishes at once!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ding Xiang generously hooked her arm through his, rested her head on his shoulder, and smiled with her eyes curved like crescents: "Deal! From today on, I am your own sister!"

Tang Ye was just about to remind her to be mindful of appearances.

But Ding Xiang suddenly let go, blinking her eyes teasingly: "Haha, were you scared?"

"I don't really mind, nobody knows me anyway." Tang Ye couldn't help but laugh or cry, "But you are the star anchor of the City Station; if someone sees you, it will affect your image."

Ding Xiang looked up at the stars and sighed softly: "At the end of the day, I'm still just an ordinary person, experiencing all the joys, sorrows, and the cycle of life and death just the same."

"I can tell you've read your fair share of philosophy books!" Tang Ye teased.

Ding Xiang tilted her head and smiled at him: "I have a lot of depth, it's just a pity that someone doesn't give me the chance to show it."

Tang Ye reached out and ruffled her hair: "Stop overthinking it. From now on, you are my sister. When we find an opportunity, we'll hold a ceremony to make it official."

Once the words were out, he was stunned himself.

What was originally a half-joking remark now carried a heavy sense of seriousness.

Ding Xiang didn't speak again, a wave of warmth surging in her heart!

What is lost in the mulberry orchard is recovered in the east corner.

Having an extra brother was actually not bad at all.

The two walked slowly to the edge of the ancient moat.

The moonlight paved the surface of the river like a strip of silver silk.

Tang Ye gazed at the ripples and took a deep breath.

A breath of fresh air surged into his lungs.

Since Zhou Chengwu took office, he had been carrying out urban renovation with bold, sweeping measures.

This moat used to be a foul-smelling sewer, but now one could actually see the bottom.

Just from this point, one could see that this new leader was willing to settle down and do practical work.

Ding Xiang stared at the swaying reflection of the moon on the water and asked abruptly: "What do you think of Xiao Chen?"

Tang Ye realized what she meant.

She was referring to that new host who was hovering around Feng Kun at the dinner party, who loved to smile, with two dimples hanging at the corners of her mouth when she did.

"Lively and cheerful," Tang Ye replied casually.

Ding Xiang snorted through her nose and said sourly: "Do all men fall for that? I hate the way she talks in that affected, cutesy voice!"

"Not necessarily, to each their own," Tang Ye quickly waved his hand and said with a smile.

Ding Xiang suddenly sighed and lowered her voice: "Some say there is no one in this world who cannot be handled, as long as the price is right. Seventy percent can be bought with money; the only difference is the amount offered."

"And what about the remaining thirty percent?" Tang Ye couldn't help but ask.

"Twenty-five percent can be handled with a beauty trap," Ding Xiang raised an eyebrow.

Tang Ye understood that she was mocking Xiao Chen for being exceptionally attentive to Feng Kun at the dinner, clearly wanting the other party to "name a good price."

Tang Ye was amused: "And what about that last half percent?"

"That requires dealing with each situation as it comes. Some people don't care for money or lust, but have niche interests—some love tinkering with antiques, some are obsessed with writing poetry, some like fishing, and others like astronomy. As for you..."

Ding Xiang gave a sly smile and looked Tang Ye up and down.

"Your goals are clear; your ambition for power is written right on your forehead."

Tang Ye raised an eyebrow and said, half-joking and half-serious: "Whoa! You've seen right through me!"

Ding Xiang tilted her head and gave him a sly smile: "Of course, I've been studying you for a long time."

Tang Ye suddenly slapped his forehead, "Something's not right! Is Wen Rong bad-mouthing me every day?"

Ding Xiang widened her eyes, thinking to herself that Tang Ye's mind turned really fast: "Don't you dare wrong her! Wen Rong is always praising your capability, how you take care of people, how gentle and considerate you are—you're the ceiling of all men!"

Tang Ye couldn't laugh or cry, and waved his hands: "I'll have to cut that assessment in half."

Suddenly.

Tang Ye's expression darkened, his gaze fixed on the shadows of a tree.

"Wait, why is someone climbing over the railing?"

Ding Xiang looked in the direction he pointed, and her heart instantly jumped into her throat.

She saw a woman leap and plunge into the moat with a "splash."

Tang Ye lunged forward, reaching out to grab the person, but he ended up grabbing nothing but air.

He was just about to take off his clothes and jump in.

A dark shadow "whooshed" past, diving into the water a step faster than he did.

That person swam behind the woman and steadily supported her head.

Tang Ye did not rush to get into the water; he lay on the bank, stretching out his arms to wait and assist.

The person in the water swam toward the bank with all their might, and Tang Ye seized the moment, grabbed the other person's wrist, and gritted his teeth as he dragged both of them onto the bank.

Once he laid the person flat, Tang Ye pressed on the woman's chest while shouting to Ding Xiang, "Quick, call an ambulance!"

Ding Xiang hurriedly took out her phone and dialed the number.

Before long, the ambulance arrived with its lights flashing and sirens wailing, and they lifted the person onto a stretcher.

Tang Ye, Ding Xiang, and the young man who had saved her followed all the way to the hospital and waited outside the emergency room.

The woman's family had also received notice by then and rushed over in a panic.

Tang Ye took a close look and blurted out, "Zhang Daye?"

Zhang Chunshui's eyes were red-rimmed, and he was both shocked and delighted: "Little Tang! Why is it you?"

"Is she your granddaughter?" Tang Ye asked in a softened voice.

Zhang Chunshui sighed heavily, tears swirling in his eyes: "Indeed! She just broke up with her boyfriend yesterday, and then something went wrong at work, so she couldn't think straight for a moment... If it weren't for you all, it would have been a disaster!"

As he spoke, he prepared to bow to Tang Ye.

Tang Ye hurriedly supported the old man and pointed to the man nearby, explaining, "The one who saved your granddaughter is this gentleman here!"

Zhang Chunshui finally realized and grabbed the man's hand: "My benefactor! What is your surname?"

The man was in his thirties, looked mature for his age, and scratched his head with a bashful smile:

"My name is Huang Bihong; anyone who saw it would have reached out to help!

This young brother was also preparing to jump into the river to save her; if he hadn't lent a hand, I really would have struggled on my own!"

Zhang Chunshui held both of their hands, his face streaming with old tears.

He kept repeating the same thing over and over.

"Thank you! Thank you both!"