Big Brother and Sister-in-Law Are So Lovey-Dovey

"Long Ruoshui! Have you been living too comfortably lately? The last time I met with Principal Tan, he didn't have a single good thing to say about you. If this happens again, I'll send you to a strict boarding school abroad!" Long Zhenfei scolded coldly, his face stern, reprimanding the unruly little girl in front of him.

At the mention of this threat, Long Ruoshui quickly admitted her mistake, begging for mercy. "Grandpa, I was wrong! Please don't send me away! I promise I'll behave better next time. Who's your real granddaughter anyway?"

Long Yecheng, standing nearby, chuckled. "I think Grandpa's idea is great. You need some discipline."

"Second Brother!"

The somewhat tense atmosphere at the breakfast table was dispelled by Long Ruoshui's exaggerated wailing.

After breakfast, Long Yeque took Tang Mianmian back to Nianyuan. Feeling uncomfortably full from overeating, she suggested they walk back instead.

Though Long Yeque didn't particularly like walking, he nodded and agreed to her suggestion.

They strolled at a leisurely pace, enjoying the scenery. However, his position—constantly ahead and slightly to her side—gave her an invisible sense of pressure.

Long Yecheng drove by, spotting the two figures ahead. He caught up, stopped his car, and asked, "Why aren't you taking the car?"

"I ate too much, so I need to walk it off," Tang Mianmian explained with a bright smile.

Long Yecheng raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Big Brother isn't exactly a fan of walking. It seems Sister-in-law has quite the influence on him. Impressive!"

He gave her a thumbs-up.

Embarrassed by the implication and the casual use of "Sister-in-law," Tang Mianmian blushed deeply, unsure how to respond.

Long Yeque's expression remained indifferent. "Driving past people walking—enjoying yourself, aren't you?"

Being perceptive, Long Yecheng immediately caught the nuance in his brother's subtle tone. He waved and left them to their walk, driving away.

As he sped off, he mused to himself, Big Brother really has changed.

Just now, walking ahead, wasn't he trying to shield Tang Mianmian from the morning breeze?

How interesting...

Putting on his sunglasses, Long Yecheng stepped on the accelerator and headed home to Fengyuan.

Tang Mianmian, a little exasperated, turned to Long Yeque and said, "That's your brother. Do you have to talk to him like that?"

"He's in the way of your walk," Long Yeque replied nonchalantly, avoiding her question.

Tang Mianmian was momentarily speechless. So I'm the reason they seem so distant?

Deciding to drop the matter, she continued walking.

Yet no matter how fast she moved, the man's pace remained steady, always just slightly ahead and to her left.

This man is really strange!

Weekends at the Long family's estate were completely different from their time at Seaside Skyline.

After breakfast, Tang Mianmian found herself with nothing to do, while Long Yeque was still buried under a mountain of work.

Even bringing work home—being a boss must be tough.

Back in her room, she remembered she hadn't called her family in a long time. Dialing the number, she hesitated for a moment before softly saying, "Mom."

On the other end of the line, Chen Qiuhua immediately launched into a stream of complaints. "Mianmian, you finally remembered to call me? Do you even know how reckless you were?"

Tang Mianmian didn't dare argue back—she knew she'd been in the wrong.

Back then, acting on impulse, she had stolen the household registry and rushed to Jiang City to marry Su Shijie.

And look how that turned out. Not only did she fail to marry Su Shijie, but she ended up with another man her family knew nothing about.

Her father, with his traditional values, would never accept this.

To avoid conflict, she decided to keep it a secret for now.

Once her mom had vented enough, Tang Mianmian tried to lighten the mood. "Mom, I miss your braised pork so much."

Her mother's anger melted away at her daughter's playful words. "You! All you think about is food. I swear, that Su something-or-other probably tempted you away with just one bowl of rice. You even abandoned your parents."

"Mom~~" Tang Mianmian whined sweetly, dragging out her tone. "If anyone tricked me, it was you! You're the one who made me fall for your cooking and brought me into this world!"

"You cheeky girl!" her mother scolded, though her tone softened. "Your father is still angry, let me tell you. You'd better figure out how to make him forgive you, or you're in big trouble!"

"Dad's still upset?"

"What do you think? You left without a word—of course he's angry!" Chen Qiuhua sighed, but her relief was evident. At least her daughter had called, proving she was safe.

As for her husband's anger, it would fade with time. Once Mianmian came back and apologized, everything would be fine.

This little troublemaker had probably banked on her father's eventual forgiveness when she ran off in the first place.

Mothers know their daughters best. Chen Qiuhua could see right through her.

"Mianmian, is he treating you well?" This was the question that truly concerned her.

No parent wants their child to marry the wrong person. It was out of this concern that they had been so strict.

But their efforts had backfired.

Now, this single question carried a mother's deepest care.

Tears welled up in Tang Mianmian's eyes. "Mom, I'm sorry. I was too impulsive back then. I'm so sorry."

"Now that you know to say 'I'm sorry,' it's already too late. Just tell me—does he treat you well?"

Tang Mianmian choked back her tears for a moment before nodding. "He treats me very well."

"You're not lying to me, are you?" Chen Qiuhua sounded doubtful, as if sensing something was off.

"No, he really treats me well!" Tang Mianmian quickly assured her.

Chen Qiuhua muttered a few words to herself. Although she felt her daughter might only be reporting the good news and hiding the bad, she still advised, "Find an opportunity to come home and see your father. Try to win his approval. Your father is stubborn but soft-hearted. Deep down, he cares about you the most."

"I know," Tang Mianmian replied, feeling a deep pang of regret for her impulsive actions in the past.

All for Su Shijie, that despicable man—she had hurt the family members who loved her the most. She shouldn't have done it.

After comforting her mother, Tang Mianmian ended the call. Leaning against the balcony railing, she gazed at the luxurious Long family estate, yet her heart longed for her own home, the little courtyard that was messy but warm.

"Dad… I'm sorry," she whispered in the direction of her hometown.

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a firm embrace.

The familiar scent made Tang Mianmian relax instead of resist. She leaned into him, letting herself find comfort in his presence.

"Find some time to go back and visit," the man's deep voice murmured in her ear.

Startled, Tang Mianmian looked up at him, feeling caught. "You were eavesdropping on my call?"

"This is our room. I overheard accidentally when I came in. Wife."

His smile was playful, his dark eyes fixed on her with an innocent air, as if his actions were entirely justified.

But the way he called her wife sent a shiver through Tang Mianmian. It felt like an electric jolt, making her face flush bright red. "Just call me Mianmian."

She wasn't used to anyone calling her "wife," nor did she feel comfortable calling him "husband."

However, the man narrowed his eyes and persisted. "Wife, wife. You are my wife, so I'm not calling you wrong, am I?"

Faced with his playful stubbornness, Tang Mianmian had no energy to argue.

Or rather, she realized there was no room for debate when it came to him.

He always seemed to have everything firmly under control.

"Big Brother and Sister-in-law are so lovey-dovey."

Downstairs, Long Yecheng walked by, his bright eyes glinting with amusement as he teased, "Nianyuan hasn't changed much all these years."

The man who had been holding Tang Mianmian suddenly let go, his smile vanishing in an instant.

Tang Mianmian didn't understand why his mood had shifted so abruptly. She turned to ask, only to see his once warm and smiling gaze grow colder and darker.

She lowered her eyes, puzzled.

Why did his demeanor turn icy whenever he saw his cousin? Was there some sort of tension between them?

Long Yecheng, on the other hand, was completely unfazed by the change in Long Yeque's mood. Instead, he made a suggestion. "Big Brother, I'm heading to see Su Xi. Want to come along?"

Su Xi?

The name sounded so familiar to Tang Mianmian. After thinking for a moment, she remembered—wasn't Su Xi the owner of Xiao Qiao Liu Shui, the vegetarian restaurant?

She expected Long Yeque to refuse, given his usual demeanor, but to her surprise, he nodded. "Wait for us. We'll be right down."

Us?

Tang Mianmian barely had time to react before Long Yeque dragged her toward the dressing room. "Go change. We're going to Xiao Qiao Liu Shui."

"But I don't want to go," she protested, hoping he might respect her opinion for once.

Long Yeque, however, simply pushed her into the dressing room with a commanding tone. "Be good. Change and come out. I'll wait for you."

Tang Mianmian wasn't the type to refuse others easily. She always felt that saying no was impolite—just like when Yan Youlan invited her to their wedding. She couldn't bring herself to decline, even though she knew she should.

Perhaps it was her upbringing. She always assumed people meant well, which made her easy to handle for someone as domineering as Long Yeque.

Sighing, she obediently changed her clothes, styled herself simply, and stepped out of the room.

The man was already dressed, his faint smile softening his otherwise sharp features.

Tang Mianmian swallowed nervously. Her heart felt unsteady again.

The little deer locked inside her chest began to dance once more.

Hand in hand, the two walked downstairs.

Long Yecheng's eyes lit up when he saw Tang Mianmian's simple yet refreshing outfit. Though he had always known she was naturally beautiful, her understated look today made her even more stunning.

"You've always had better taste than the rest of us, Big Brother. I'm envious," he said with a teasing smile.

Long Yeque shot him a cool glance before leading Tang Mianmian to the electric cart waiting by the door.

The Long family's garage was located in the outer courtyard by the estate's protective river. The old patriarch had decreed that cars should not enter the main residence to avoid polluting the environment, so the garage was built near the main gate.

Among the many cars Long Yeque owned, he had brought an Aston Martin to the estate this time. It was far flashier than his usual Porsche Cayenne.

Long Yecheng couldn't help but admire it. "I've had my eye on that car for a while, but I still haven't bought one."

Tang Mianmian glanced at Long Yecheng. His car—a Bentley worth over ten million yuan—was hardly lacking.

Are all young masters from wealthy families this extravagant?