Be a Polite Mrs. Long

"Alright, alright, don't be angry. I know you're upset right now, so I won't argue with you anymore. Just take a moment to calm down, and I'll leave for now."

Su Shijie found a way out for himself, deciding in his heart that he wouldn't let go of Tang Miannian.

It was only after getting together with Yan Youlan that he realized how unique and irreplaceable Tang Miannian was.

Men, after all, always look at what's in the pot while they're eating from the bowl.

Su Shijie showed just how thoroughly this trait of men's nature can be revealed.

Once he left, Tang Miannian felt the air around her become much fresher.

She had almost been so angry her stomach hurt, but after waving to the waiter and ordering "this brand of low-temperature yogurt," she finally felt better.

At a banquet, there's never an opportunity to eat, so since she was already here, she figured she'd have a quick bite. Otherwise, she'd end up hungry again later.

It wasn't long before the waiter brought her yogurt, and her mood lifted significantly.

Food really can brighten one's spirits, and with the lingering frustration now gone, she stood up, preparing to head back to the banquet. That's when she saw the cold-faced man behind her.

"Why are you here?" she asked, surprised to see Long Yejue.

He lowered his eyes, noticing the empty yogurt cup she had just finished. Then he looked up in surprise. "I came to find you. What are you doing here?"

"I... I was hungry, so I came to grab something to eat. I forgot to tell you, sorry about that," Tang Miannian lied, keeping the truth to herself.

After all, it was about her past, and it was a messy one. She had no intention of dragging it into her current life.

Plus, a man like Long Yejue wouldn't want to hear about such things.

So instinctively, she chose to conceal the truth.

The hand behind him subtly tightened, the sharp sting of the injury still present, but he didn't even frown. "So, are you full?"

"Almost." She smiled brightly, her earlier discomfort now completely gone the moment he appeared.

Feeling lighthearted, she happily hooked her arm around his. "I'm not sure how much longer the banquet will go on. I want to go home."

"You can leave now," he said indifferently, and led her out of the café.

She blinked, a bit surprised. "But don't we still need to congratulate the newlyweds?"

"But you want to go home," he replied, his voice calm.

Though his words were entirely flat, they caused a storm of emotions in her heart.

Her grip on his arm tightened slightly.

Tang Miannian felt touched and, with genuine sincerity, said, "Thank you. But I still plan to go and congratulate the newlyweds."

"Why? Didn't you say you wanted to go home?" Long Yejue raised an eyebrow, puzzled by her actions.

Tang Miannian smiled softly, "Because I want to be a polite Mrs. Long."

He lowered his gaze, and their eyes met.

Her words made his mood unusually good. "While I'd love for you to be a polite Mrs. Long, right now, I want you to be a Mrs. Long who cares for her husband."

"What do you mean?" she frowned, confused by his response.

Long Yejue extended his injured hand.

Tang Miannian was shocked, her eyes widening in alarm. "You're injured! How did this happen? I was only gone for a little while!"

But then she realized that her concern wasn't the main issue and quickly knocked her own head. "Why am I worried about this? I should be taking you to get this treated!"

Without hesitation, she slipped his uninjured arm over her shoulder. "You can lean on me if you need to."

"…" Long Yejue wanted to enjoy this moment, but the injury was only to his hand, not his whole body.

He had expected to be cared for, but seeing her so frantic, with her almond eyes glistening with barely-contained tears, he suddenly felt a rush of tenderness.

He realized that he shouldn't be making such a big deal out of this.

Although, he couldn't deny he was pleased to have his desires met.

Tang Miannian continued fretting, not noticing how urgent the situation had become. "Where's An Yi? Why isn't the car stopping here? Do we need to go further? Is there a better hospital nearby? Does your hand hurt?"

She was in complete panic.

"Miannian," he finally spoke.

"Hm? What's wrong? Does it hurt? I'll call An Yi right now to come pick you up," Tang Miannian fumbled around in her bag for her phone.

"Miannian," he called again, his voice filled with helplessness.

Tang Miannian clumsily fumbled through her bag, tears welling up in her eyes as she panicked. "What's An Yi's number? I'm so stupid—how could I forget his number at a time like this?"

It was a new phone, and she had only saved three contacts: one for her home, one for Long Yejue, and one for Fu Ranran.

With a sigh, Long Yejue gently lifted her chin, locking eyes with her. "Miannian, this is just a small injury. I'm fine."

Tang Miannian's eyes were already filled with unshed tears, her voice trembling. "Really?"

"Really," he assured her, nodding seriously, worried that this anxious little woman might doubt him. "It's just my hand that's injured. My feet are fine. I can walk on my own, you don't need to support me."

Tang Miannian finally realized she had overreacted and let out a bitter smile. "I've never been in a situation like this before, so I didn't know what to do. I'm sorry."

"Why apologize?" He pressed An Yi's number into his phone while asking.

Tang Miannian lowered her head, feeling embarrassed. "I just feel so dumb."

He sighed, pulling her into his arms. His lips curved into a tender smile, and his eyes held a deep, loving tenderness. "Miannian, you never need to say sorry to me, you understand?"

She frowned, unable to grasp the meaning behind his words. Just as she was about to ask, his phone call was answered.

"Bring the car to the front," he instructed, ending the call soon after.

Tang Miannian was still lost in thought, trying to understand the meaning of his words, while her hands were still pressed against his injured hand, using a tissue to stem the bleeding.

Her behavior made Long Yejue feel an overwhelming urge to kiss her.

And he acted on it. His uninjured hand gently lifted her chin.

Tang Miannian's heart raced. She dared not look into his eyes, instinctively trying to avert her gaze, fearful of the emotions she might see there.

After all, she had never expected to develop feelings for a man she had known for less than a month.

But Long Yejue wasn't about to let her avoid him. His long fingers stroked her neck, his lips drawing closer to her cheek, his voice low and seductive. "Miannian, I want to kiss you."

It was the first time he had ever spoken to a woman like this, his words laced with longing, almost like a plea for a kiss.

These were emotions Long Yejue had never experienced before.

Before Tang Miannian could react, An Yi's car pulled up.

Tang Miannian snapped out of her daze, quickly turning her head and letting out a relieved sigh. "The car... the car's here."

She had almost nodded, almost lost herself to his charm.

This man's allure was truly incredible. She had to be careful, or she might get swept away.

Long Yejue's eyes flickered with an intense fire, and he let out a barely noticeable sigh.

"Young Master, are you in such a hurry to get in the car? Where are we headed?" An Yi didn't pick up on the tension between them.

But he could clearly sense Young Master's displeasure.

That gaze… it was as cold as ice, enough to freeze anyone in their tracks!

"His hand is injured and needs treatment. Let's go to the nearest hospital," Tang Miannian hurriedly explained, guiding Long Yejue towards the car.

An Yi's expression changed in a flash. He panicked, "Injured? How did he get hurt?"

Yes, how did he get hurt?

Tang Miannian suddenly realized she hadn't even asked.

Once in the car, she asked, "How did you get injured?"

Long Yejue lowered his gaze, answering nonchalantly, "I accidentally got cut by some glass."

"Accidentally?" An Yi's voice rose several decibels in disbelief. Could Young Master ever have an accident?

Before he could ask further, he felt the cold, disapproving gaze from his boss and wisely decided to keep quiet.

Tang Miannian, however, scolded him with concern. "You need to be more careful in the future. If you get hurt, you should see a doctor right away, not come to me!"

She made this declaration with great seriousness.

An Yi nodded along, adding, "Yeah, if you're injured, you have to see a doctor!"

The sharp chill in Long Yejue's eyes turned back on him.

An Yi quickly shut up, resolving to never speak again.

He suspected that if he said anything more, he might be "disposed of" by the unhappy Young Master.

And if that happened, his vacation would be over before it even started.

The rest of the ride was filled with Tang Miannian's endless worrying, and not long later, they reached the nearest hospital.

She rushed around, making sure everything was done right, and only when his wound was properly bandaged did she feel a sense of relief.

The doctor gave a kind reminder, "For the time being, keep the wound dry, avoid spicy foods, and take the medicine as prescribed."

"Thank you, doctor," Tang Miannian said, full of gratitude. "If I follow your advice, everything will be fine, right?"

"Everything will be fine. It's just a small cut from a broken glass. I've handled injuries like this plenty of times before," the doctor reassured her, his voice calm and experienced.

Tang Miannian paused, the words "broken glass" floating in her mind.

But Long Yejue's eyes darkened. He turned to her and said, "I'm hungry. Let's go home."

His words were always good at diverting her attention.

During the drive back, Tang Miannian was busy researching what foods would help speed up the healing process for his wound.

Long Yejue, who had been resting with his eyes closed, felt something was missing.

He opened his deep, dark eyes, glanced at the woman beside him glued to her phone, and after a long pause, he reached over and pulled her into his arms.

She leaned to one side in surprise. "What's wrong?"

"This way, it's easier on my injury," he explained, his tone serious.

Tang Miannian, though confused, trusted him. After all, he had no reason to lie to her, right?

Up front, An Yi almost swerved the car in shock after hearing Long Yejue's words. The car regained its straight path, but the look in the rearview mirror was enough to freeze anyone.

An Yi thought bitterly, Young Master, next time you play the cunning game, give me a signal!

He wasn't sure how much more he could take.

Once they got home, Long Yejue was treated like a patient.

Little Yang Nan rarely showed her authority but had Long Yejue sit on the sofa and told him not to move.

Everything, she insisted, was under her control.

Long Yejue, surprisingly comfortable, actually sat on the sofa and watched TV.

Every now and then, he could hear the busy sounds of Tang Miannian moving around.

The feeling made him smile slightly, his mood lifted.

When Tang Miannian brought the dinner to him and asked him to come over, his good mood plummeted.

Carrots, wood ear mushrooms, tomatoes, bitter melon…

With each dish she placed in front of him, his face darkened.

These were all foods he disliked!

Seeing his expression, Tang Miannian quickly guessed what was going on and rushed to explain, "I know you don't like these, but they're good for your wound. Just bear with it. Healing is more important."