matching couple phones

Tang Mianmian was full of black lines.

At first, she thought this man was all cold and aloof…

But now, it was clear—his rotten personality hadn't changed at all, especially when it came to dealing with her. He showed it without restraint.

Could she go back and regret everything now?

Long Yejue made a few calls, handled some company matters, canceled a few appointments, then finally turned to the little lamb still hesitating over the jade bracelets and shook his head. "Tell me, are you planning to stare at those bracelets for the rest of your life?"

"I'm just trying to figure out the best place to hide them. If I lose them, I'll have to sell myself to your family for life!"

"You already did."

"…I knew I boarded a pirate ship!" Tang Mianmian was full of regret.

Unfortunately, all she got was the man's wicked smile. "That's right. You're on the pirate ship now—there's no turning back. You're stuck with me for life."

She pretended to come at him for a beating, but he pulled her hand and leaned her into him. And just like that, a long-desired kiss landed on her lips.

Why argue when you can kiss?

Peace at home, peace in society.

When she finally managed to wriggle out of his arms, she suddenly remembered something important. "Where's my phone?"

"Qi Yunmo took it," he said, still savoring the moment.

"Huh? Why did he take my phone?" The little lamb couldn't figure it out.

"Oh, right—I forgot to tell you. After you got drunk back at the Imperial Capital, Fu Ranjan called. Qi Yunmo answered and said something had happened to her."

With everything going on, it had slipped his mind until now.

Now that she asked about her phone, he finally remembered.

Tang Mianmian instantly became anxious. "Why are you only telling me now? Where's your phone? Let me use it to call her!"

Long Yejue tossed his phone over.

It was the same model as hers, but his was a low-key black men's version, while hers was a pink, feminine one.

They looked exactly like couple phones.

Tang Mianmian glanced suspiciously at the man flipping through the newspaper, thinking to herself—he's so secretly sentimental.

Couple phones, really? And he claimed An Yi bought them randomly?

Would someone randomly buy a couple's set?

Think again.

Of course, she wasn't about to call him out.

If she did, chances were he'd kiss her into submission again.

No way she could give him that chance—this man was way too cunning and absolutely capable of doing that kind of thing!

"I need a password!" She fiddled with the phone for a while but couldn't unlock it. In her mind, she grumbled—what, he's hiding something?

Why else would there be a password?

Was he afraid she'd snoop through his phone?

That thought irritated her a little, but she didn't voice it. After all, it was his business. Everyone had their secrets—it wasn't her place to pry.

Long Yejue took the phone, entered a few digits, and handed it back to her.

Tang Mianmian pouted and went off to call Fu Ranjan.

Fu Ranjan was at the hospital, and the atmosphere there was stifling, putting her in a foul mood.

An unfamiliar number called, and she answered with clear irritation. "Who the hell is this? Woke me up!"

Tang Mianmian was awkward, replying weakly, "Ranjan, it's me."

"Tang Mianmian?" Fu Ranjan glanced at the number in surprise. "When did you get such a long-ass number? Rich people numbers now, huh? You've really made it. Even your digits scream luxury."

"…I was just calling to check on you, okay?"

Fu Ranjan rambled on and on, leaving Tang Mianmian unable to get a word in. She waited until the end to finally ask, "Hey, I'm using the boss's phone—my phone's with you, right? Where are you now? I heard something happened to you. What was it?"

"You're asking if I had an accident? Girl, you got kidnapped! Seriously, what were the kidnappers thinking? You're not worth much, can't even sell for a decent price."

"…"

Can't we have a normal conversation?

"Alright, enough nonsense. Tell me, how did you end up in the hospital?" Tang Mianmian cut her off, finally managing to say something.

Fu Ranjan stammered, "It was just a little accident. Nothing serious. The baby's fine, I'm fine, and you're fine too."

Tang Mianmian had no words left for her carefree attitude, but could only remind her, "Hey, you better take good care of my godson, or I won't let you off. Which hospital are you at? I'm coming to see you."

"If you're not bringing a cake from Mèo Li, don't bother showing up. I'm at Mo's Hospital. Got it?"

"Pfft…"

Still a foodie through and through.

Tang Mianmian hung up, then turned to the man still sitting on the couch. "I'm going to see Ranjan. Are you coming?"

"What's there to see?" Clearly, he didn't want her to go.

Rare alone time, after all.

Tang Mianmian blinked awkwardly and said softly, "Then I'll just go on my own."

She figured he simply didn't want to be bothered—after all, he was a young master, and this kind of thing probably felt beneath him.

But Long Yejue looked up, his dark eyes slightly aggrieved. "Let's go together."

Why did he sound so much like a resentful housewife?

Tang Mianmian shook her head, went upstairs to grab her bag, then came back down. "Let's go."

Since neither of them had work today, they were both dressed casually, but that added an extra spark of liveliness they didn't usually have.

This version of the young master—bright and full of life—was something Xu Quan hadn't seen in a long, long time.

He used to be cheerful and optimistic too, but after that incident, he had become colder and colder, making the old master worry endlessly.

Now, seeing that rare smile on the young master's face again, Xu Quan couldn't help but feel more admiration for the young mistress, who hadn't initially seemed all that remarkable.

"Young Master, Young Mistress, heading out? Will you be back for dinner tonight?"

"No," Long Yejue answered first, causing the words that Tang Mianmian was about to say to get swallowed back down.

"Alright. Goodbye, Young Master, Young Mistress." Xu Quan gave a respectful bow, watching them get into the car.

Once the car had driven a little distance, she asked him, "You're eating out tonight?"

"Mm."

He meant to have dinner alone—with her.

"I'm coming with you?"

The man shot her a cold glance, and Tang Mianmian immediately shut up.

She thought he had social plans or something—was that glare really necessary?

Boohoo…

After leaving the old mansion, Tang Mianmian asked the driver to take a detour to MeoLi Cake Shop to buy the cake Fu Ranjan liked.

Though the young master was clearly displeased, he still complied—but of course, he had to grumble. "This kind of thing, just let Qi Yunmo handle. Why do you need to go?"

"Why would Qi Yunmo do it?" She clearly didn't get it.

Long Yejue shut his mouth—sometimes talking to her was just exhausting.

The little lamb, now full of curiosity, was about to go crazy. This man was always like this—saying half a sentence and keeping her in suspense!

After buying the cake, they headed to Shen Hospital. The moment she saw it, Tang Mianmian couldn't help but recall her own embarrassing episodes here.

Fu Ranjan was staying in a VIP luxury room, and there were even two bodyguards at the door.

Tang Mianmian was stunned. She was so distracted by the sight that she forgot to knock and pushed the door open straight away.

And then—bam. Something she shouldn't have seen.

The patient, who was supposed to be lying weakly in bed, was currently being kissed breathless, her face flushed and panting heavily.

And the man doing it was… Qi Yunmo!

Tang Mianmian's sudden entrance made the two freeze awkwardly. Especially Fu Ranjan—she wanted to crawl under the covers and never come out again.

It was all Qi Yunmo's fault!

Compared to Tang Mianmian's awkwardness, Long Yejue was completely at ease. He walked over, sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked like he was watching a good show.

Qi Yunmo looked thoroughly annoyed and said in a sarcastic tone, "Pretty sure that door has a function."

Tang Mianmian felt guilty and mumbled, "I just forgot for a second… who would've known you guys were…"

"It's not what you think!" Fu Ranjan blurted out, afraid of being misunderstood.

But the more she explained, the more it looked like a cover-up.

Tang Mianmian gave her a knowing look.

Now Fu Ranjan felt like a scholar arguing with a soldier—there was no way to make her believe otherwise. She wanted to cry but had no tears.

"He was just feeding me medicine…"

The pills were bitter, and she wasn't cooperating, so this man kissed her into submission. This had nothing to do with her, okay?!

"Oh, medicine, I got it," Tang Mianmian nodded with even more understanding.

Fu Ranjan shut her eyes and played dead.

"Here, I got you MeoLi cake. Eat it while it's fresh—it might help with the bitter aftertaste of the meds." Tang Mianmian placed the cake on the cabinet and muttered, "But looks like you don't need it anymore."

"Tang Mianmian!" Fu Ranjan couldn't take it anymore and growled in a low voice.

"The doctor said you shouldn't get emotional," Qi Yunmo helpfully added.

And just like that, Fu Ranjan felt like coughing up blood.

She was a patient, a pregnant woman! Was it really okay for everyone to tease her like this?

Tang Mianmian sat down next to Long Yejue, her affectionate posture markedly different from before. The change pleased someone, who casually draped his arm over her shoulder.

He thought she'd shy away, but to his surprise, she accepted it naturally.

Looks like his guidance over this time had really paid off.

"So what exactly happened? Why were you suddenly hospitalized?"

Earlier on the phone, Fu Ranjan hadn't wanted to say, and Tang Mianmian hadn't pushed. But now that she was here in person, of course she wanted to know.

Before Fu Ranjan could speak, Qi Yunmo jumped in with a sulky tone, "Because of you, that's why!"

"Qi Yunmo! Watch what you say!" Fu Ranjan tugged on the irritated man beside her, warning him through gritted teeth.

Tang Mianmian was completely confused. "Why me?"

"It's nothing," Fu Ranjan quickly waved it off.

That only made it clearer something was up. Qi Yunmo's handsome face was practically twisted with anger.

"Just tell me, Ranjan. Don't hide it. If something happened because of me and you won't say it, I'll feel really guilty. Can you bear to let me feel that way?"

Fu Ranjan glanced at Qi Yunmo, sighed, and finally explained, "It was Yan Youlan."

"Huh? What did she do now?" Tang Mianmian was shocked.

That name used to fill her with hatred. But over time, she had let it go and started to feel detached from it.

"We ran into each other during a prenatal check-up. We argued a bit, and then that woman actually pushed me. I fell down the stairs… so yeah." Fu Ranjan had already simplified the whole thing.

Hearing that, Tang Mianmian couldn't sit still anymore. She stood up in a flash, furious. "She pushed you?! That's too much!"

Fu Ranjan had never had any beef with Yan Youlan. Their bad blood had everything to do with her, and now something serious had happened. Tang Mianmian felt both guilty and enraged.

Yan Youlan just kept breaking new records for shamelessness—Tang Mianmian couldn't take it anymore.

It was one thing to mess with her, but hurting her friend? That was not something she could let go.

Long Yejue pulled her back into his arms and comforted her. "I'll handle it. Fu Ranjan won't suffer in vain."