I’m a Good Husband Too

Cindy walked in to pour some water and, upon seeing the two of them, immediately put on a stern expression. "Miss Fu, Miss Tang, are you both drinking something?"

"Yes," the two of them replied with a smile, feeling somewhat bewildered by her sudden change in demeanor.

Although they were new arrivals, they were still Cindy's subordinates. Why was she now asking them like this?

Neither of them was used to this.

It was a habit ingrained from years of being mistreated — they couldn't quite shake it. Fu Ranran subtly tugged at Tang Miannian's sleeve, signaling her to leave. Smiling, she said to Cindy, "Cindy, we'll go get busy now."

"Alright, take care, both of you," Cindy replied politely.

The two women left the break room, and their expressions were as if they'd been struck by lightning. They both shuddered and looked at each other, still stunned.

Fu Ranran, still confused, asked, "Miannian, do you think Cindy knows about your identity?"

Tang Miannian shook her head firmly. "She shouldn't! I made sure to tell her not to let anyone know about our relationship."

"Then why did she react so strangely?" Fu Ranran couldn't make sense of it.

Tang Miannian, in her innocent way, suggested, "Maybe it's just politeness?"

"Really?" Fu Ranran looked skeptical. With more workplace experience, she was naturally more cautious. "But I'm sure she won't spill the beans."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Woman's intuition!" Fu Ranran said proudly, giving her a gentle shove. "Now go, take coffee to your husband, the personal servant!"

"..."

Tang Miannian feigned anger but walked off to get coffee for Long Yejue.

Since she was still new, she didn't know her boss's preferences, so she ended up preparing instant coffee.

As she carried the coffee towards the office, Cindy took one look at the instant coffee and nearly jumped in shock. She quickly called out, "Miss Tang!"

Startled, Tang Miannian almost spilled the cup, nervously asking, "What's wrong, Cindy?"

"Uh… Boss doesn't drink instant coffee. He prefers freshly brewed," Cindy said in a hurry.

Long Yejue was quite particular about these things, after all. As the heir of the top family, everything about him, from his mannerisms to his daily needs, was highly standardized—precisely, aristocratic.

So when Cindy saw her holding instant coffee, she nearly fainted.

"I saw only instant coffee in the break room, so I made a cup," Tang Miannian explained, looking a bit guilty. How would she know that Long Yejue didn't drink instant coffee?

Cindy pointed toward the CEO's office. "There's a professional coffee bar inside, where they make fresh coffee."

"Fine." Tang Miannian pouted. She thought it was just coffee—how much fuss could there be about it?

"Go ahead and pour that coffee out," Cindy suggested kindly.

"Pour it out?" Tang Miannian was shocked. This was a well-known brand, so pouring it out seemed like such a waste. She quickly shook her head. "No, I'll drink it."

Cindy paused, looking at her with a puzzled expression.

Tang Miannian lowered her head nervously, afraid Cindy would figure something out. "It's too wasteful to throw it away. We should conserve company resources."

With that, she quickly turned and left, fearing Cindy might say something else.

Cindy stood there for a long time, before realizing what she had just heard. Then she muttered to herself, "Looks like we need to promote a system of resource conservation in the company."

As the CEO's wife, she would have to implement this.

Tang Miannian finally entered the office with the coffee, letting out a breath of relief.

Long Yejue was reading some documents. Hearing her enter, he looked up slightly, just in time to catch her sticking her tongue out. He raised an eyebrow. "What's making you so flustered?"

Uh-oh, had he noticed?

Tang Miannian's face flushed red as she nervously explained, "Cindy said you don't drink instant coffee."

Confirming Cindy's words, Long Yejue glanced at the coffee cup in her hand. "So, you brought me instant coffee?"

"Yes, because I didn't know," she defended herself, feeling a bit wronged. After all, he hadn't told her about his preference.

Long Yejue's eyes, as deep as a still pond, rippled slightly. He raised his hand and said, "It's been a long time since I had instant coffee. Let me try it."

Tang Miannian's eyes widened in surprise. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. "You want to drink it?"

"Mm."

"But Cindy said…"

"I want to set an example for the employees and try out their regular benefits. Is that alright?" Long Yejue interrupted her calmly.

Tang Miannian felt awkward at this reasoning. With a hint of frustration, she muttered, "You really are a good boss."

Long Yejue took the coffee from her, raising an eyebrow with a meaningful look. "I'm also a good husband. Would you like to try it?"

Tang Miannian: "..."

The bombshell Long Yejue had just dropped left Tang Miannian distracted for the entire afternoon. She couldn't focus on her work at all.

What did he mean by "try it"?

Did he mean trying out the husband role, or something else?

But… he wasn't her husband anymore. What was there to "try"?

Ah!

No!

Tang Miannian, you can't be thinking about these random things at work!

You've been daydreaming way too much lately!

It's all because of the things the CEO keeps saying—those ambiguous words that make her overthink everything.

No, this situation has to change!

Suddenly, she stood up decisively, making a cold, calculated decision.

An Yi and Long Yejue were discussing the KO merger in the conference room when they saw Tang Miannian, who had been zoning out, suddenly stand up. A flicker of intrigue appeared in Long Yejue's eyes as he glanced at her.

The Next Moment

Tang Miannian, full of determination, walked right up to Long Yejue, as if gathering all her courage. She said, "Tonight, I'm not going home with you."

Long Yejue: "…"

An Yi: "…"

What was going on here?

An Yi had the urge to run out of the office. After all, with Young Master's unpredictable temper, he didn't want to be caught in the middle.

He was about to make an excuse when Long Yejue spoke in his usual calm tone, asking, "Why?"

"I…" I don't want to go home with you because you've been affecting me!

Wouldn't such a straightforward excuse show just how brave she was?

But as soon as she said the word "I," it lost its strength under Long Yejue's unfathomable gaze. "I… promised Ranran we'd go shopping together. I can't go back on my word."

"Mm?" Long Yejue raised an eyebrow, his eyes as calm as always, neither surprised nor displeased. "If it's an agreement, then go ahead."

Tang Miannian stared at him in surprise. She thought it would be hard to explain, but he agreed so quickly. She was completely taken aback.

"You can go earlier. After shopping, call me. I'll pick you up," he said in the same calm tone, as if he was just being accommodating.

An Yi, still suspicious, carefully observed him but found nothing unusual.

Tang Miannian smiled, feeling relieved. "No need to leave early. We'll just shop for a bit and won't be out too late."

"Do you have your card?" Long Yejue asked with concern.

Tang Miannian nodded cheerfully. "Yes, I brought it."

Although she wasn't going to use it, it was always good to have it on hand, just in case.

Long Yejue smiled slightly, his gaze lingering on her. "Don't forget my gift."

Clink...

Tang Miannian accidentally bumped into a decorative plant, causing a loud noise.

She didn't expect him to still be thinking about the gift...

How could this man be so meticulous?

Long Yejue put down his file, brushed past An Yi, and quickly approached her, steadying her. He asked with concern, "Are you alright? Didn't hurt yourself, did you?"

"No, no," Tang Miannian quickly shook her head. She was afraid he might overreact like last time, when he insisted on sending her to the hospital for the tiniest scratch. That embarrassing situation was more than enough to last her a lifetime.

But Long Yejue didn't seem convinced. He reached for her skirt...

Hiss...

Tang Miannian gasped!

This was the office!!

And there were other people around!

He was actually going to lift her skirt to check her injury?!

Panicked, she pressed his hand down, shaking her head frantically, her voice anxious and urgent. "I'm really fine!"

An Yi cleared his throat and quickly made an excuse to leave, "I'll go check on the budget progress."

It was only then that Long Yejue realized why she had such a strong reaction. His gaze darkened as he helped her sit down on the sofa, inspecting the injury on her knee. "Why are you being so careless?"

"…"

It's not like she did it on purpose, how could she know?

Tang Miannian, of course, didn't dare say that aloud. She could only silently complain to herself.

"Where's the aloe vera gel?" Long Yejue asked.

"It's on my desk," she replied cheerfully.

The tall figure immediately stood up and walked to her desk.

Her desk was actually just a temporary setup, inside his office, separated only by a thin beaded curtain that offered no privacy at all.

Tang Miannian wasn't concerned about him rummaging through her bag. What she was worried about was someone walking in. If anyone saw the CEO treating her injury, it would be too awkward. She even had an impulse to rush and close the door.

Long Yejue grabbed the aloe vera gel and returned, applying it gently to her knee. Frowning, he asked, "Why did you tear off the bandage?"

"Well... it was too much," she said. "It was just a small scrape. A big bandage on my knee was a bit exaggerated."

Long Yejue frowned slightly but didn't say anything else. He stood up, looking down at her. "Since you're injured, you shouldn't go shopping."

"That's impossible!" Tang Miannian exclaimed. But then she realized she might have overreacted, so she quickly tried to explain. "I still need to buy your gift."

"…"

Long Yejue's thin lips pressed into a tight line. Without saying a word, he turned back to his desk and resumed his work.

Tang Miannian felt a surge of relief in her heart. Did I just escape another disaster?

As soon as work ended, she rushed out of the office, afraid Long Yejue might change his mind.

The moment the door closed behind her, Long Yejue's cold eyes lifted, and he frowned slightly. He picked up the phone and dialed An Yi. "Send bodyguards to follow my wife."

"Understood."

After giving the order, he finally relaxed.

Tang Miannian, completely unaware of what had just transpired, happily headed to the CEO's office to find Fu Ranran. "Ranran, let's go shopping!"

"Shopping? Aren't you going home with your husband?" Fu Ranran asked, puzzled.