Give me a goodnight kiss

Long Yejue placed her on the bed, then asked, "I've asked An Yi to bring dinner. Since you're injured, don't worry about making anything."

Tang Miannian didn't object, but she was still bothered by Zhu Wenyi's words.

She glanced at him, wanting to say something, but then hesitated.

Long Yejue seemed to sense what she was thinking. He gave a slight smile and said, "I'll handle this matter, don't worry about it."

She wasn't sure what else to say.

After all, it was because of her that the mother and son had fallen out, and from what she could tell, Zhu Wenyi really loved her son. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been so upset about the situation.

It wasn't just Zhu Wenyi who couldn't accept it. Even now, Tang Miannian couldn't quite understand how she ended up marrying him.

Although he had used some underhanded methods, after their marriage, she discovered that this man didn't have any bad habits.

In fact, she felt like she had found a treasure.

This small, secret joy made her chuckle softly. Just as she did, Long Yejue came out of the bathroom and froze for a moment at the sight of her.

It felt like time had frozen in that instant, stagnant, unmoving.

If not for the intense gaze she felt on her, Tang Miannian would have remained unaware. But as she looked up, she was immediately drawn into those deep, bottomless black eyes.

Like a vortex, they were empty, yet they seemed to pull at her heart.

Long Yejue was the first to snap out of it. He cleared his throat and asked, "Do you want to take a shower?"

"Uh…" She wanted to, but what about her injury?

"I can help you."

"…"

She froze.

Tang Miannian hurriedly shook her head, "No, no need. I... I won't shower today."

Although saying this might make her seem like she didn't care about cleanliness, having this man bathe her? That was worse than death.

Long Yejue didn't insist. He nodded slightly, "As you wish."

The room fell silent again, with him looking over some documents on his laptop, while Tang Miannian sat on the bed, feeling bored and unsure of what to do.

Long Yejue rarely spoke, and she couldn't find anything to say either, so they just coexisted in quiet tension.

It wasn't until An Yi brought the food that the silence was broken.

As soon as he saw the injury on Tang Miannian's leg, An Yi was shocked. "Madam, how did you get hurt?"

"I just tripped, but it's nothing," Tang Miannian said softly, pulling down her skirt to cover her leg.

The image of her stockings being cut open wasn't very pleasant.

However, An Yi felt obligated to be concerned, so he asked eagerly, "You have to be careful, especially with a wound on your knee. If it scars, it'll be inconvenient when wearing skirts in the future. My sister has some aloe vera gel that she says prevents scars. I'll bring it for you tomorrow to try."

"Thank you." She felt it would be rude to refuse his kind offer, so she expressed her gratitude.

Long Yejue slammed his laptop shut and, before An Yi could continue speaking, said, "It's late. You can go now."

An Yi, "…?"

He had just brought the food, still catching his breath, and now he was being told to leave?

But seeing the displeased expression on his boss's face, An Yi could only respond reluctantly, "Well, Madam, since it's late, I'll head back now. Enjoy your meal."

"Thank you, goodbye." Tang Miannian waved, watching the begrudging An Yi leave.

Long Yejue had already moved a small table over, and after setting the food, he handed her a pair of chopsticks. "Eat."

"Oh, thank…"

The last word got caught in her throat.

His gaze had turned cold again.

But what confused Tang Miannian was that the man, who had needed her to feed him at lunch, was now eating by himself with no problem.

Had she missed something?

"What's wrong?" Long Yejue noticed her staring and asked, puzzled.

"Nothing, nothing," she quickly shook her head. She wasn't bold enough to ask about it.

As if remembering something, Long Yejue put down his bowl and chopsticks and told her, "Wait here a moment."

Then he hurriedly went downstairs.

Tang Miannian felt a little lost. What was he doing now?

Less than a minute later, Long Yejue reappeared at the door, holding two boxes of yogurt.

The yogurt was from her favorite brand. She had only bought things that he liked when she went grocery shopping earlier, completely forgetting to buy the yogurt she liked.

So seeing him holding two boxes of yogurt, she was surprised. "Huh? How did you get this brand? I don't remember buying any."

"An Yi just bought it," he casually said.

Tang Miannian replied, still astonished, "You like this low-temperature yogurt too?"

Time seemed to freeze for a second.

Finally, Long Yejue spoke, "It's okay, I don't mind it."

Tang Miannian didn't ask any more questions. She opened the packaging and began drinking, her expression showing the simple joy of a child receiving candy.

Long Yejue looked at his own box of yogurt, his brow furrowing slightly.

Those who knew him understood that he didn't like sweets, and he especially disliked milk and all dairy products.

But to placate Tang Miannian, he had just agreed to a cruel truth.

He stared coldly at the yogurt box, silently figuring out how to avoid drinking it.

When Tang Miannian noticed he hadn't eaten but was just staring at the yogurt, she curiously asked, "Aren't you going to drink it?"

"…"

"Oh, your hand's injured. Opening the package must hurt. Let me do it for you."

Out of kindness, she opened his yogurt and even put a spoon in it before handing it to him.

Long Yejue was completely dumbfounded.

Lying on the bed, Tang Miannian still wasn't used to not having taken a shower.

What she had said earlier was just to avoid letting Long Yejue help her.

But now, lying down, she realized she couldn't sleep. She felt uncomfortable.

After much thought, she decided to get up and wash herself quickly.

As long as she didn't get her injury wet, it should be fine, right?

With this happy thought in mind, she pulled out her pajamas and went to the bathroom.

She used to love the spacious bathtub in this bathroom, where she could enjoy a bubble bath. But now, due to her injury, she couldn't soak in the tub. She could only take a shower.

And she had to avoid getting her injury wet.

To prevent the wound from getting wet, she carefully lifted the injured leg and placed it on the edge of the tub, standing on one leg to shower.

Although it was painful, she could only endure it if it meant getting a good night's sleep.

But she was still too naive. Before long, she tragically tripped again, and in the process, knocked over several things beside her, causing some loud, sharp sounds.

She fell to the floor, her head spinning from the pain.

How could today be so unlucky for her?

Not only had she been tripping all over the place, but now she had also fallen in the bathroom.

Before she could get up, Tang Miannian heard the sound of a door opening. Her mind went blank. Before she could even cry out, the figure of a man appeared in the doorway of the bathroom.

Long Yejue had been looking over some documents, but when he heard a noise from the next room, he rushed over. He didn't expect to see this scene.

Tang Miannian was desperate to find a hole to hide in. She didn't know where to hide—whether to cover her upper body or her lower body.

This was probably the most embarrassing moment of her life.

Long Yejue quickly grabbed a towel to wrap around her, then carried her back to the bed. His voice was low as he said, "Didn't you just say you weren't going to take a shower?"

"I'm not used to it," she explained, feeling guilty. She wished she could just crawl under the covers.

But how did he get in? She had locked the door.

Tang Miannian carefully shifted her gaze to the door and was stunned to see that it was still locked.

When she turned back, she noticed something strange—a secret door in the wall between them.

Was this… a hidden passage?

Tang Miannian was startled by her own thoughts and hurriedly asked, "What's that door for?"

Long Yejue cleared his throat awkwardly. "That door was designed during the renovation."

"…"

Why didn't he tell her about it earlier?

This felt… a bit weird.

The earlier scene had already embarrassed her to the point of no return, but she also realized that he was only trying to help her.

Just a moment ago, she thought she had seen a hint of panic in his eyes.

What was he panicking about?

"Are you okay?" Long Yejue asked, his voice full of concern.

Tang Miannian shook her head vigorously. "I'm fine, I'm fine."

Lately, she had really been strange, always getting injured.

She couldn't help but wonder if she had been cursed.

First, when she pushed Yan Youlan, she got injured instead. Then there was the car accident, and now she had tripped and hurt her knee. And now, she had fallen in the bathroom.

All these incidents were making her confused and frustrated.

"Miannian."

The man couldn't hold it in anymore and called her name.

Tang Miannian's heart skipped a beat, and she shuddered uncontrollably, as though she had been shocked.

Every time he called her name, it always made her feel… a sense of palpitations.

This was a feeling she had never experienced with anyone else.

Not even with Su Shijie.

Could it be that she had developed feelings for him?

No!

It couldn't be!

It was impossible…

In the end, she was left feeling completely confused.

"Miannian?" Long Yejue called again when he noticed her dazed expression.

This time, Tang Miannian snapped back to reality and hurriedly said, "Don't call me Miannian!"

"Then what should I call you?" Long Yejue's lips curved up slightly, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. "Wife?"

"Cough, cough, cough…"

Tang Miannian truly couldn't hold it in any longer.

Did this man have any idea how charming he was?

She couldn't control herself.

Before she lost control completely, Tang Miannian straightened up and said seriously, "Whatever, just call me Miannian. I'm going to sleep now. Can you… go back?"

Long Yejue's eyes, which had been filled with amusement, froze slightly, but he nodded. "Alright. Rest early."

Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he bent down, lingering above her. Their breaths intertwined, and he locked his gaze on hers, smiling faintly. "Wife, how about a goodnight kiss?"

A… goodnight kiss?

Tang Miannian was stunned. Before she could react, the man quickly leaned down and gave her a fleeting kiss on the lips—like a dragonfly skimming the water—then swiftly left.

By the time she came to her senses, he had already elegantly closed the mysterious lattice door behind him.

Tang Miannian's face turned red, and she buried herself under the covers, out of breath.

How could this happen?!

How could she let him charm her so completely?

Tang Miannian, you're hopeless!

But her lips still seemed to carry the lingering taste of him. That brief kiss, like a dragonfly's touch, felt as though it had a consuming power, eating away at her heart…