He’ll Tear Down My Hospital

Long Yejue's code of conduct had always been clear: he didn't save people unless it was absolutely necessary.

Tang Mianmian was an exception.

Once she confirmed that the situation was under control as he'd promised, she began to relax. But unease lingered in her heart.

This man's expression was grim—so grim that it made her wonder if she'd done something to upset him.

Or... was he angry about the car?

The thought made her feel guilty. Speaking cautiously, she stammered, "It really wasn't my fault. You can ask the traffic police; someone rear-ended me. Oh, right! Did you have insurance? You can file a claim with the insurance company!"

After all, she couldn't afford to pay for the damages!

Long Yejue's face grew even darker.

What on earth was this woman talking about?

Did he say he cared about the car?

Suppressing his growing frustration, he gritted out, "You don't need to worry about the car. Someone will handle it."

Relieved that she wouldn't have to pay for the damage, Tang Mianmian's anxiety finally eased.

But if it wasn't about the car, then why was he so angry?

Fidgeting with her fingers, she couldn't bear the tense silence any longer and timidly asked, "What are you mad about?"

Her question made the car swerve slightly.

Startled, she clung tightly to the handle, staring at him in panic.

After stabilizing the car, Long Yejue suppressed his irritation and said, "I'm not mad."

As if!

Tang Mianmian silently grumbled. He was obviously mad—like someone owed him millions.

Then it hit her. The car probably was worth millions...

The car arrived at Shen Hospital in record time.

A group of people was already waiting at the entrance, standing at attention as though preparing to welcome an important dignitary.

Long Yejue got out, opened the passenger door, and, without a word, scooped Tang Mianmian into his arms.

Alarmed, she stammered, "I can walk by myself."

He shot her a cold glance.

She immediately shut her mouth.

Inside, Shen Shaogong, the hospital's director, watched with mild curiosity as the usually aloof Long Yejue carried a woman with such care. Turning to An Yi, he asked, "Who's that? Since when does Jue care so much about anyone?"

An Yi hesitated before replying, "She's Mrs. Long."

Shen Shaogong nearly choked.

"Wait... what? Mrs. Long? Since when? Why didn't I know?"

Had he been living under a rock?

Long Yejue gently placed Tang Mianmian onto a waiting gurney. His movements were so careful, as though he feared hurting her.

Scanning her with a professional eye, Shen Shaogong noted that she didn't appear to have any serious injuries.

"She doesn't seem badly hurt," he began to say.

But Long Yejue interrupted, his tone icy, "Run a full check-up."

Shen Shaogong's lips twitched in disbelief.

"A full check-up?"

"She's clearly fine," he attempted to argue reasonably, only to be met with Long Yejue's frosty glare.

"Do a full check-up, or I'll tear down your hospital."

Tang Mianmian: "..."

Once she was wheeled into the examination room, safely out of Long Yejue's sight, Tang Mianmian turned to Shen Shaogong. "I'm fine, really. There's no need for all this."

Shen Shaogong raised an eyebrow. "Not an option. Your husband said if I don't do it, he'll demolish my hospital."

Tang Mianmian fell silent.

Compared to an injury, this whole ordeal was far more exhausting.

Two hours later, she emerged from the examination room. Just as Shen Shaogong had expected, the results showed nothing more than a minor scrape.

Handing the report to Long Yejue, Shen Shaogong couldn't resist teasing him. "If you're still worried, I can run the tests again."

Long Yejue shot him a cold glare before turning to Tang Mianmian. "Can you walk on your own?"

"Yes! Yes, I can!" she quickly replied, terrified he might insist on carrying her again.

This whole ordeal of being carried by a man was beyond awkward for her.

"Actually, walking might not be ideal," Shen Shaogong interjected with a mischievous smirk.

Tang Mianmian's face fell.

Sure enough, she was picked up again.

Glaring at Shen Shaogong, she could see his satisfaction. Clearly, this was revenge for being dragged out of bed for what turned out to be a minor scrape.

Long Yejue carried her back to the car with an air of nonchalance. She wanted to warn him that he'd been played, but... considering the possible consequences, she decided against it.

During the ride home, the car was silent.

Long Yejue's cold demeanor made her reluctant to start a conversation for fear of being metaphorically frozen.

When they reached Hai Tian Yi Xian, he got out of the car and walked around to open her door.

When he leaned in to pick her up again, Tang Mianmian couldn't hold back anymore.

"Enough!" she blurted.

"Didn't You Want Me to Hold You?"

Tang Mianmian's face flushed as she stammered an explanation. "I really don't have any injuries. That doctor just wanted to mess with you so you'd have to carry me."

"Are you saying you didn't want me to carry you?" Long Yejue's lips pressed into a thin line as he spoke, his chilly tone sharp enough to make her shiver.

So cold!

Tang Mianmian was struck speechless. Could he focus on the main point for once?

Before she could come up with a response, he bent down and scooped her up again.

"Aah!" she yelped as the world tilted. Instinctively, she clung to his shirt, her gaze avoiding everything but his chiseled jawline.

Even his jaw was dazzlingly handsome!

This is what they mean by someone being irresistible, isn't it? she thought helplessly.

"Have you stared enough?" Long Yejue's voice was steady as he carried her upstairs, not a hint of strain in his breath. After setting her down gently on the bed, he finally spoke.

Caught red-handed, Tang Mianmian blushed furiously. "Stare? At what?"

The corner of his mouth twitched, forming a faint smile.

She stared blankly at him, mesmerized by the rare expression.

Her dazed reaction seemed to amuse him even more. Taking off his jacket with casual elegance, he exuded a natural charm that sent her heart racing.

It must be a side effect of the car crash. It has to be, she thought, clenching her fists in self-defense against her irrational feelings.

"Didn't you say you'd stay home? Why were you at the Emperor Club?" Long Yejue suddenly asked.

"Oh, I went to pick up a friend. She was drunk," Tang Mianmian answered nervously, then remembered something and started looking around for her phone. "Oh no, I forgot to check on her! Where's my phone? Did you see it?"

Long Yejue frowned. "I was in a rush earlier. Your phone and bag are probably still in the car."

"...Can I borrow your phone?"

Her concern for Fu Ranyan gave her the courage to ask.

Without a word, Long Yejue tossed his phone to her and walked into the bathroom.

Tang Mianmian carefully unlocked the phone and dialed Fu Ranyan's number, but no one answered despite several attempts.

Maybe she lost her phone in the car, just like me?

As she hesitated, the phone buzzed with an incoming call. Seeing it was from An Yi, she hurried to the bathroom door and knocked softly.

The sound of running water stopped, and his deep voice came through. "What is it?"

"Your phone," she replied.

"Answer it," he said without hesitation, resuming his shower.

Reluctantly, she picked up.

"Sir, the car has been taken care of," An Yi's voice reported. "There are some of Madam's belongings inside. Should I bring them over now?"

Tang Mianmian quickly responded, "It's me, An Assistant. Don't bother bringing them tonight—it's too late."

"Oh, Madam! Yes, it is late. I wouldn't want to disturb you two."

Tang Mianmian froze. Disturb? What's with that tone?

She hurriedly explained, "That's not what I meant! I just didn't want you to go out of your way."

"I understand," An Yi replied, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.

Understand?! Tang Mianmian was speechless. That single phrase implied far more than she intended.

Still, she hadn't forgotten about Fu Ranyan. She asked urgently, "By the way, do you know what happened to my friend?"

"The woman who was in the car with you?"

"Yes, her!"

"I don't know. By the time I arrived, she was already gone."

Tang Mianmian sighed in disappointment. "Alright, thank you. I'll try calling her again."

"Good night, Madam."

His polite farewell made her feel awkward. After hanging up, An Yi muttered to himself, "Sir never lets anyone touch his phone. Madam seems to have a talent for taming him."

Tang Mianmian was still holding the phone, debating what to do next, when Long Yejue emerged from the bathroom.

Clad in nothing but a towel, his tall, muscular frame radiated an aura of effortless dominance.

Startled, she took a step back, her face turning crimson.

He casually rubbed his hair with a towel, casting a glance at her. "Still no word from your friend?"

Snapping out of her daze, she nodded quickly. "An Assistant called earlier. The car has been taken care of."

Long Yejue responded with a nonchalant hum and sat on a nearby lounge chair. "Give me the phone."

"Huh?"

"My phone," he repeated, his patience clearly waning.

Flustered, she hastily handed it over, forcing an awkward smile.

Long Yejue dialed a number while tossing his damp towel at her.

Caught off guard, she instinctively caught it. Her mind raced. Was she supposed to put it away? Or...

Seeing the water droplets sliding down his neck, she guessed his intention and reluctantly walked over to dry his hair.

Meanwhile, he was on the phone.

"Mo, where's the woman from earlier?" Long Yejue asked coolly, clearly inquiring about Fu Ranyan's whereabouts.