I don't have any experience

Long Yejue's face darkened. Known for his high standards when it came to food, he was still unsettled. "This... none of this is what I usually eat."

"Of course not," Tang Miannian responded matter-of-factly, "These are foods that help with wound healing! You're injured right now, so you can't eat the usual dishes. Just make do with these."

She almost looked like she was pleading.

When Long Yejue looked into her eyes, he inexplicably softened. He nodded heavily, "Fine, I'll eat a little."

"Great, just a little," she cheered, picking up the chopsticks. "Your hand is hurt, so I'll feed you."

Long Yejue accepted the food from her with no hesitation. The dishes he usually disliked seemed more tolerable simply because she was the one feeding him.

After all, these dishes had been specially prepared by Tang Miannian, and in the end, he ate quite a lot. And his mood was not much different from when he was eating a grand feast.

Well, except for the bitter melon and carrots.

He absolutely refused to touch those!

Tang Miannian didn't force him, and after washing and putting away the dishes, she headed upstairs.

Meanwhile, Long Yejue stood at the door, his cold expression hiding some subtle anticipation, though it was hard to tell.

"What's wrong?" Tang Miannian asked in confusion when she saw he hadn't gone to bed.

"My wound can't get wet," he said lightly, his lowered lashes concealing the sharp gleam of excitement in his eyes.

Tang Miannian froze for a moment, nervously asking, "Then what should we do?"

"Of course, you help me take a bath."

"..."

Such an outrageous request!

Her face instantly flushed red, and she stammered, "I... I have no experience... I'm afraid I'll mess it up."

No experience?

The man raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing slightly. No experience was actually a good thing!

"Well, I can't just not take a bath, can I?"

That seemed to make sense.

Tang Miannian fell into a dilemma. Under his expectant gaze, she weakly suggested, "How about we ask An Yi to help?"

"…"

Long Yejue's face immediately darkened.

It had to be said, this woman was an expert at pouring cold water on things.

Even the most romantic moments were ruined by her.

He sighed, his dark eyes gleaming like peach blossoms. "Miannian, do you want others to know that I married you, but haven't touched you? That would ruin my reputation as a man."

Tang Miannian lowered her head in guilt.

How could she not understand the impact of doing this?

But… helping him take a bath? She really couldn't do it!

Long Yejue's lips curled into a faint smile, and he leaned closer to whisper in her ear, "Haven't you ever seen a man's body?"

"…"

Boom!

Tang Miannian felt like something exploded in her head. Her face instantly burned with heat.

How could this man be so direct?

"Does childhood count?"

"...Heh." Long Yejue grinned.

This was his genuine smile, one that had been so long in coming.

Tang Miannian was almost entranced by it.

?

When this man smiled lightly, there was a dangerous allure about him, like a seductress bringing chaos.

He was trouble with a capital T!

"What are you laughing at?" she asked, her heart racing as she playfully scolded him, feeling uneasy under his gaze.

But the man's smile grew brighter, as if he had captured her embarrassment in his eyes. "Looks like a bath might not be possible. But I forgot to tell you—I have a cleanliness fetish. If I don't take a bath, I won't be able to sleep. And I heard it's bad for wound healing..."

"Fine, I'll wash you."

Before he could finish speaking, she gave in.

A victorious smile spread across his face as he walked toward the room.

Tang Miannian bit her lip, watching his retreating figure. She felt like taking this step was akin to walking into the abyss.

His bathroom was several times larger than the one in her guest room. She ran the water and was about to guide him when she saw he was already prepared.

Seeing him like that, she panicked and quickly turned around, her heart pounding in her chest.

Long Yejue noticed her panic, but his smile never faded as he walked in with calm assurance, deliberately ignoring her reaction.

Though shy, she still reminded him, "Don't let the water touch your wound."

"Then hold my hand."

At this moment, he clearly took on the role of a prince, giving orders with a hint of dominance.

Tang Miannian hesitated, then gathered her courage. With a determined heart, she took a step forward, her gaze fixed at the angle of his neck, refusing to look down.

Carefully holding his hand, she helped him sit down.

"Do you want me to bathe you with the towel on?" His cool voice rang in her ear, and the warm breath almost scorched her.

Tang Miannian nearly stumbled, defeated by this man's mischievous nature.

She couldn't figure out if he was doing it on purpose or if he was just being careless.

But she couldn't bring herself to look into his eyes.

In the end, she steeled herself, untied his towel, praying desperately in her mind for this bizarre bath to end soon.

Perhaps heaven had heard her plea, or maybe Long Yejue's kindness prevailed. Either way, things went much smoother from then on.

Long Yejue had only hurt his right hand, and the rest he could manage himself.

Tang Miannian sighed in relief.

But her cheeks never stopped burning.

Long Yejue thought to himself, Little Miannian is naturally timid. If I scare her now, there might be no more benefits in the future.

He was a patient hunter, and for the greater benefits ahead, he was willing to endure.

Of course, this endurance was far from easy.

Finally, after all the trouble, as he lay back in the chair, Tang Miannian was able to breathe a sigh of relief. But then, she heard him say, "Can I dry my hair now?"

"..." I'm exhausted!

Even though she was completely worn out, she still took the towel and began to dry his hair.

In these quiet moments, it felt as though a silent understanding had formed between them.

He said nothing, and she didn't speak either.

They simply existed in this peaceful silence, as if they couldn't even hear the sound of seeds sprouting.

The next morning, Tang Miannian couldn't sleep well, haunted by worry over his injury. She prepared breakfast with dark circles under her eyes, making the same "wound-healing" dishes. This time, Long Yejue didn't protest and ate them without complaint.

"My hand's injured, so I can't drive. Can you take me to the company today?" Long Yejue said casually.

Tang Miannian hesitated for a moment. The recent car accident still had her uneasy about vehicles, and she didn't want to drive. However, considering his injury, she eventually nodded, but added a warning. "My driving skills aren't great, so be prepared."

The man's expression stiffened for a second, but then he replied, "Then I'll drive myself."

"But your hand…" she protested.

"For the sake of my life," he said with a hint of humor.

Tang Miannian blinked. Am I really that scary?

"It's getting late. Just get in my car," he said, standing up and elegantly buttoning his shirt, then casually giving his orders.

Tang Miannian shook her head vigorously, "No need, I'll take the bus."

The man's eyes turned cold, and before he could say anything, Tang Miannian lowered her head. "Okay, okay, I'll ride with you, but you have to let me get off one stop before the office."

His gaze could kill, she thought, feeling utterly powerless. It always felt like she was on the losing side whenever she was with him.

This was not a good sign.

Once she agreed, the cold demeanor that had been on his face disappeared entirely.

On the drive, she kept checking on his injury, confirming several times that everything was fine before she allowed him to drive.

Tang Miannian, taking advantage of the quiet moment, decided to nap for a while.

The drive from the seaside home to the company took about thirty minutes—not too far, but not exactly close either.

She fell into a deep sleep, and the man, who was usually in a hurry, slowed his pace. Instead of taking the usual, faster route, he chose a longer, smoother road.

As he drove, he dialed An Yi's number to notify him that he would be arriving later than usual.

An Yi was stunned. Young Master has never been late for anything unless there was something serious going on.

Could it be—

An Yi grinned slyly, which made Cindy, who was nearby, shiver. "Assistant An, what's with the smile?"

"Nothing, just felt like smiling," An Yi replied, his smile widening. "Oh, by the way, Young Master will be a little late today."

Cindy was surprised, since this was unprecedented. "Is something going on?"

"Yeah, something big," An Yi said mysteriously.

"What big thing?" Cindy's curiosity was piqued.

An Yi leaned in and whispered, "A wedding."

Cindy, "..."

A wedding? What wedding?

After a long nap, Tang Miannian woke up suddenly, realizing that she had been asleep for quite a while. She quickly looked around and found that the car was still moving… but the surroundings looked unfamiliar.

She groggily asked, "Where are we? Aren't we supposed to be heading to the office?"

"I just met with two clients. You were asleep, so I didn't wake you up," Long Yejue replied, his tone calm as usual.

"Does that mean I'm late?!" Tang Miannian panicked. "Oh no, this is only my second day at work! If I'm late, they'll definitely fire me."

"I had An Yi call in a leave for you."

"But that's not okay! It's my second day, and I've already taken a leave? How can that make sense?" She was still uneasy.

But the man remained indifferent, a small smile curling his lips. "Don't worry, no one's firing you."

"Well... I guess that's true." She realized that the man beside her was the real big boss of the company. If he said she wouldn't be fired, no one would dare to do so.

However, she still felt uneasy. "Can you take me back to the office now?"

"Now? It's mealtime. Let's eat first."

Mealtime?!

Tang Miannian was shocked. How long did I sleep?

She had slept in front of a man for so long, and worse, it was in the car, not in a bed! How could she sleep so soundly? Wasn't it uncomfortable?

She turned to look and was speechless at what she saw.

Her seat had been reclined without her noticing, now resembling a comfortable lounge chair.

Well, that explained why she had slept so soundly. Ugh, how embarrassing.