Out of Control After Drinking

Long Ruoshui knew he was genuinely angry. Despite feeling deeply wronged, she had no choice but to get out of the car.

Once she got out, Su Wanru, who had been too intimidated to say anything further, obediently followed suit.

An Yi watched the two girls standing by the roadside, feeling some sympathy. He hesitated and spoke up, "Young Master, it's late. This doesn't seem appropriate…"

"Drive," Long Yejue's voice was cold and indifferent, lacking any warmth.

An Yi opened his mouth to say something but ultimately said nothing.

Long Yejue was always this way—his word was final. No matter how much An Yi spoke, it would be futile. He could only silently mourn for the two girls who were left behind on the roadside.

As the Cayenne disappeared from their sight, Long Ruoshui finally broke down and began crying. "Is that really my brother? He's never treated me like this before! It's all because of Tang Mianmian! I just said one thing, and he threw me out of the car!"

"Enough, Ruoshui, don't cry. It's so late and cold. Let's just take a taxi home," Su Wanru sighed and tried to comfort her.

Though she too felt that Long Yejue had been harsh to his sister, especially for Tang Mianmian, she couldn't help but wonder how a brother could treat his own sibling like this, just because of a few words.

"It's too much! Does he want something bad to happen to me before he's happy?" Long Ruoshui continued to complain, wiping away her tears.

Su Wanru's expression subtly shifted. She looked at Long Ruoshui, her gaze becoming more complicated.

A Moment of Reflection

Without the commotion of the two girls, Long Yejue finally felt some calmness. He looked at the still-sleeping Tang Mianmian in his arms, his expression mixed with many emotions.

An Yi had actually believed that Long Yejue might even toss his wife out of the car, considering how they'd met. The first time they met, he had abandoned her in the street.

An Yi felt a sense of relief when they finally reached the Long family estate. He could now relax and realized his back was drenched in cold sweat.

This time, Long Yejue roughly picked Tang Mianmian up and threw her over his shoulder, a move that made An Yi nearly drop his jaw.

Tang Mianmian, disturbed by this abrupt action, groaned uneasily, her eyes struggling to open, but everything felt heavy.

The world around her was a blur.

Before she could fully comprehend what was happening, she was tossed into another car.

This time, she groaned in discomfort, clutching her aching head and murmuring, "Long Yejue... my head hurts…"

The angry emotions that had been swirling in Long Yejue's mind seemed to dissipate as he heard her pained voice. He realized he might have acted impulsively. Finally, he spoke softly, "We're home."

"Mmm…" she responded drowsily and drifted off again, as if the rough treatment didn't matter to her at all.

An Unexpected Encounter with the Elder

Just as the car approached the estate, the old master, Long Zhenfei, was taking a walk in the yard. He was discussing some repairs with Xu Quan when he noticed the speeding car from a distance.

The speed was almost like a car on the highway.

The old man immediately frowned and asked coldly, "Does he always drive like this?"

"I'm not sure," Xu Quan responded respectfully.

Long Zhenfei stood there, waiting as the car skidded to a stop in front of him. His eyes locked onto Long Yejue.

"Grandfather, why are you still up this late?" Long Yejue had only just noticed the old man standing there.

Seeing Long Yejue's reckless speed, the old man's voice turned harsh, "This is our yard! Why are you driving so fast? What if you hit someone?"

Long Yejue, keeping his face calm, picked up the completely drunk Tang Mianmian from the car and said, "I'll take her upstairs. I'll explain later."

Long Zhenfei, who detested seeing anyone drunk, raised an eyebrow upon seeing Tang Mianmian's state. "How did she get this drunk?"

"It's because He Xijue and the others insisted on toasting her," Long Yejue explained, trying to soften the situation.

The old man shot him a sharp look and snapped, "You all are always fooling around. How old are you? Tang Mianmian is a girl—how harmful is alcohol for her? Take her inside and let her rest. I'll have Xu Quan bring her some hangover soup soon."

"No need, Grandpa. She'll be fine after a nap," Long Yejue replied helplessly.

"Stop talking nonsense. Take her upstairs!" The old man's commanding tone left no room for argument.

At a critical moment like this, Long Zhenfei's authority was undeniable.

Long Yejue, not wanting to argue further, simply agreed to his command and carried Tang Mianmian into the house, heading straight for the bedroom.

As he entered the room, his body filled with regret. He had been a little too harsh earlier.

He had originally wanted to hear her speak the truth under the influence of alcohol, but the results were unexpectedly pleasant.

Su Shijie, huh?

He gritted his teeth and looked at her flushed, drunk face. He pinched her round cheeks and muttered, "Tang Mianmian, when you wake up, you're going to explain this to me!"

The little lamb, fast asleep, furrowed her brows at the pain, mumbling a few words.

Long Yejue leaned in, listening carefully. As he did, the frown on his face relaxed, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

His hand released her cheek, switching to gently rubbing it. "You've got some sense, don't you?"

The Unexpected Slap

After a quick shower to wash away the smell of alcohol, Long Yejue stepped out, only to find himself in a dilemma.

He didn't want to sleep next to a drunken woman.

He slapped her lightly on the cheek to wake her, but the response he got was a sharp slap back.

Slap!

The sound was crisp and clear.

Tang Mianmian, still half asleep and dealing with a hangover, instinctively slapped him in retaliation. She hated being disturbed while sleeping.

Long Yejue froze. This was the first time someone had slapped him, and the person doing it was still sound asleep?

"Tang Mianmian, you're too bold," he muttered, pinching her face again, this time giving it a harder twist.

Now, even if she was still asleep, she would definitely wake up from the pain.

She rubbed her sore face and blinked her bleary eyes, seeing his face close up, and for a moment, she was completely disoriented.

"Are you awake now?" Long Yejue's voice was low and mischievous.

Tang Mianmian nodded dazedly, still a bit confused. "Where am I?"

"In bed."

"Ah?"

"In our bed." He repeated, this time with a meaningful tone.

Tang Mianmian blinked again, now starting to wake up. His words clicked in her mind, and she hurriedly asked, "I didn't… do anything, did I?"

Long Yejue's face darkened with three lines of displeasure. This woman's thoughts were truly something else.

But feeling a bit playful, he smirked and said, "You did."

"Ah?" Tang Mianmian's eyes widened in surprise, her confusion evident. "I didn't know I could get this drunk. I didn't mean to…"

"A person's actions when they're drunk reveal their true feelings. You did throw yourself on me just now. Does that mean you think about it every day?" Long Yejue said with a sly smile.

Tang Mianmian was completely embarrassed.

Her heart raced, her face flushed with both shame and confusion. She couldn't help but wonder if she had really done something inappropriate. After all, for the past few days, his image had dominated her thoughts. It seemed possible, as he said, that she had acted on impulse and thrown herself at him after drinking. Just the thought of it made her feel guilty. Stammering, she tried to explain, "I... I didn't mean to. I drank, and I don't remember anything... I don't remember anything at all."

"Don't remember?" His smile widened, his voice taking on a teasing, sinister edge as he took a step closer. 

Tang Mianmian instinctively backed up, but soon found herself cornered against the bed, unable to retreat any further. He was dangerously close now, his gaze burning with the intensity of a hunter eyeing its prey, as if ready to devour her in the next moment. 

Her palms were sweating with nervousness, and she gripped the bed sheets tightly. "No... I really don't remember."

"Then let me help you refresh your memory," he murmured, his deep, magnetic voice sending shivers down her spine. 

Before she could even respond, he captured her lips in a forceful kiss.

This kiss wasn't gentle like the ones before. It was wild and consuming, as if he were setting everything ablaze with his passion.

Tang Mianmian's eyes widened in panic, and her hands instinctively reached up to push him away. Normally, she wouldn't have dared. But perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps the situation itself, but today, she found the courage to try and push him off.

A brave move, indeed.

However, Dragon Yejue was not someone who would let things go so easily. Especially not in situations like this, where his possessiveness flared up. The more she pushed, the more determined he became to conquer her.

His large hand gripped the back of her head, deepening the kiss while his other hand began to wander in ways that sent waves of heat coursing through her body.

Her mind started to blank out, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensations that overwhelmed her. Gradually, she stopped resisting and succumbed to the intoxication of the moment.

Dragon Yejue was savoring the sweetest kiss of his life. He could feel her giving in, and it only made him feel more satisfied. From the initial possessive hunger to the slow, lingering affection, her kiss was as sweet as her personality—irresistible and unforgettable.

He was addicted, and he couldn't stop thinking about it day and night.

In that perfect moment, he felt that if he didn't act on this passion, he'd be wasting the romantic atmosphere around them.

He slowly pulled away from the kiss, his forehead resting against hers, his breath heavy. With a satisfied smirk, he spoke, "Tang Mianmian, do you know who I am?"

Her eyes were still half-lidded, her voice weak. "D-Dragon Yejue... ah..."

Before she could finish, he kissed her again, this time with even more urgency, because now he was certain of something. 

His hands grew bolder, exploring more freely as they both teetered on the edge of losing control.

Just when everything seemed to be falling into place, there was a knock at the door. Xu Quan's deep voice came from outside, "Young Master, the wake-up soup for the Young Mistress is ready. It's better to drink it while it's hot."

Dragon Yejue's face turned dark.

Tang Mianmian was equally shocked.

It was truly the worst possible timing!

Dragon Yejue muttered a curse under his breath.

Tang Mianmian felt like she had narrowly escaped disaster. She quickly adjusted her disheveled clothes, her face burning like fire.

Frustrated, Dragon Yejue grabbed a handful of his hair. When Tang Mianmian fled to the bathroom, he stood up to open the door.

Xu Quan stood there, holding the wake-up soup with a respectful demeanor.

Seeing the soup, Dragon Yejue's frustration boiled over. "I told you, I don't need it."

"It's the Old Master's orders," Xu Quan replied calmly, though he was puzzled by his young master's sour mood.

Dragon Yejue took the soup without a word of thanks and slammed the door shut.

Xu Quan stood there for a moment, seemingly understanding something, and mumbled to himself, "Looks like I interrupted the Young Master. No wonder he's so angry."

As the seasoned butler, Xu Quan was perceptive. He quickly returned to report the good news to the Old Master.

That's a sign that the family might soon have a great-grandchild.

After confirming that Xu Quan had left, Tang Mianmian hesitantly came out of the bathroom. When she saw Dragon Yejue, she couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye.

If it weren't for Xu Quan arriving with the wake-up soup, would... something have happened?

What made her even more embarrassed was the fact that she hadn't exactly resisted. 

"It seems the wake-up soup won't be needed now," Dragon Yejue's low, husky voice pierced the stillness. His fiery gaze had yet to cool. "Now, let's talk about refreshing your memory."

He placed the soup down and leisurely sat on the bed, his eyes fixed on her like a predator eyeing its prey.

"I remember," she immediately said, fearing that if she didn't, he might continue his "refreshing" session.