Long Yejue is my man!

Tang Mianmian was momentarily flustered and quickly distanced herself, "Who said I was trying to assert wifely rights? I'm asking you seriously—did you or did you not give the key to someone else?"

"No," he replied firmly. "Never. You're the first and the only one."

But Tang Mianmian didn't look convinced.

There were no signs of forced entry, and the rest of the house was under security—no one could have climbed in.

Then where did that woman's perfume come from?

Tang Mianmian glanced upstairs, feeling something was off.

Long Yejue noticed her suspicion and was intrigued. "What? Think I'm hiding a mistress upstairs?"

"Could be," she replied—after all, it was clearly a woman's scent.

He scoffed. "If I were hiding someone, it wouldn't be here."

Tang Mianmian ignored him and started heading upstairs.

Sensing the tension, Long Yejue followed behind. "Did you notice something?"

"The smell," she said. "Perfume. A woman's floral perfume."

She wore perfume too, but hers was fruity. This one was definitely floral.

Long Yejue also realized something was wrong. He moved her behind him and headed toward the bedroom.

Tang Mianmian trailed closely behind, eyes locked on the slightly ajar door.

The light was on inside. Someone was clearly there—and faint humming could be heard.

It didn't sound like a burglar.

And most importantly, it was unmistakably a woman's voice, confirming her suspicion.

Long Yejue called out before entering, "Who's in there?"

The humming stopped. There were footsteps.

The moment he pushed open the door, a warm, naked figure threw herself at him.

A delicate voice followed, "Brother Jue, why did you take so long? I've been waiting forever."

Tang Mianmian's eyes widened at the scene.

The woman appeared to be Shen Xiao'ai.

But that wasn't the worst part—she was completely naked, clinging to Long Yejue.

Trying to keep balance, his hands instinctively held her by the waist.

The sight was enough to give someone a nosebleed.

"Xiao'ai? What are you doing here?" Long Yejue snapped back to his senses, alarmed.

Realizing the inappropriateness of it, he quickly tried to push her away. "Let go, get off me."

But Shen Xiao'ai clung to him like glue. "No way! I took a special bath just for you. Tonight, I'm taking you down!"

Long Yejue: "…"

Tang Mianmian gritted her teeth and said coldly, "Looks like you two have a lot to catch up on. I won't interrupt."

She turned and headed downstairs.

Long Yejue tried to chase after her, but Shen Xiao'ai held on tightly. "Wife, you have to believe me!" he called out.

Only then did Shen Xiao'ai realize someone else was there. She clung tighter and asked unhappily, "Who's she? Your real wife?"

Seeing that Tang Mianmian had already gone downstairs, Long Yejue truly panicked.

If she was upset, he'd have to coax her—and that was never easy. His expression darkened. "Shen Xiao'ai, are you done? If you are, get out!"

His angry shout stunned her.

To her, Long Yejue was always cold and expressionless—but now, he was visibly angry.

Scared, she finally let go and got off him.

Before she could say anything, he dashed downstairs without even sparing her a glance.

Despite having a naked beauty in his arms, he didn't even hesitate—just to chase after that woman.

Shen Xiao'ai was furious. She stomped back to the room to get dressed, planning to go down and demand answers.

Meanwhile, Tang Mianmian was about to leave the house, but just as she reached the door, the supermarket delivery arrived.

Not wanting to cause trouble for the delivery guy, she signed for everything.

He brought everything in, including the bag of lingerie, and handed it to her.

Holding it, Tang Mianmian felt like it was a cruel joke.

Long Yejue came rushing down, relieved she hadn't left. He hurried over to explain, "Wife, it's not what you think. I swear I've been wronged."

The delivery man, sensing a couple's quarrel, quickly excused himself and left.

Only after he was gone did Tang Mianmian let her anger out. She threw the bag of lingerie at Long Yejue. "Take this—give it to your admirer. I don't want it in my sight."

The bag hit him hard, spilling lingerie all over him.

The scene was… unintentionally funny.

His handsome face darkened and brightened as he picked items off himself.

Tang Mianmian was furious—but seeing a piece of skimpy fabric dangling off his head made her snort.

Long Yejue saw her laugh and sighed in relief. Taking the lingerie off his head, he said, "These look best on you. Giving them to someone else would be a waste—especially when they were bought with your husband's money. Shouldn't you be concerned?"

She knew Shen Xiao'ai had forced her way in, but what upset her most was that he said the key had only been given to her—yet here another woman was, naked and all over him.

Any woman would be hurt by that.

She scowled again. "Why should I care? It's not my money. Give it to whoever you want."

Long Yejue recognized that as pure spite. He pulled her into his arms and guided her inside.

If she walked out, it'd be hard to win her back.

"All my money is yours. I only give to you," he said gently, picking up the scattered lingerie.

Shen Xiao'ai came downstairs and saw them wrapped in each other's arms. She was furious. "Brother Jue, who is she really? Is she really your wife?"

"Without a doubt," he replied coldly. "And before I lose my temper, you'd better leave."

Because she was a friend's little sister, he held back.

If she were a stranger, she'd have been handed over to the police.

Shen Xiao'ai refused to be pushed out. She sat stubbornly on the couch. "No one in Jiang City even knows you're married! You're just making this up to push me away! She looks like a maid—how could she be your wife?"

Tang Mianmian: "…"

She had wanted to let Long Yejue handle it, but that insult was too much.

A maid?

Long Yejue's temples throbbed—this girl was really causing trouble now.

"Shen Xiao'ai, I said leave before I get mad. Don't blame me for being harsh," he warned.

He never went easy on troublesome women.

If she weren't from the Shen family, she'd already be out.

Seeing his anger, Shen Xiao'ai blamed everything on Tang Mianmian.

If it weren't for her, her seduction would have worked.

She clenched her fists, knowing her plan was ruined for now. "Brother Jue, fine, I'll leave. But I won't give up. I will marry you, and I will make you love me."

Shen Xiao'ai had always been persistent—and never more so than when it came to Long Yejue.

He only felt a headache coming on.

Being too attractive wasn't always a good thing.

As Shen Xiao'ai passed Tang Mianmian, she gave her a scornful look—just like last time.

Chest out, hips swaying, flaunting her figure.

Last time, Tang Mianmian had held back.

But not this time.

She grabbed Shen Xiao'ai's hand.

"What are you doing?" Shen Xiao'ai staggered in her heels, nearly falling.

Tang Mianmian held out her other hand. "Key."

She had the full posture of a homeowner now, and Shen Xiao'ai was furious. "I don't have one!"

"If you didn't, how did you get in?"

"There's a keypad on the other side. I know the code, so I came in." She pointed to a side entrance.

Tang Mianmian only now noticed it. And Shen Xiao'ai didn't seem to be lying.

She let her go. "Don't come to my house again. Or I'll call the police."

Shen Xiao'ai stomped. "You really think you're the mistress of this place?"

"I am," she said firmly—making sure the brat knew that Long Yejue was hers.

"I don't believe it! You don't have boobs, no butt, probably no education or background. How could you possibly be good enough for Brother Jue?" Shen Xiao'ai snapped.

Tang Mianmian, hit where it hurt, clenched her jaw. "Even if I don't have any of that, it doesn't change the fact that Long Yejue is my man!"

Then she turned and kissed him.

Just like his usual domineering style, she held his face in both hands, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him forcefully.

That kiss was a declaration of war.

To show Shen Xiao'ai who he belonged to.

Long Yejue hadn't expected her to be this fiery.

Especially that one line—Long Yejue is my man!—sent chills through his body.

Fine. He belonged to her.

And he fully enjoyed the kiss.

In fact, he felt Shen Xiao'ai's appearance wasn't entirely useless.

At least now he knew exactly what Tang Mianmian felt.

Once his heart was in it, his body followed.

He dropped the bag in his hands and wrapped his arms around her waist, deepening the kiss.

Lingerie spilled out of the bag. But neither of them cared.

Shen Xiao'ai's eyes reddened at the sight of them kissing so passionately.

She had thought it was just to provoke her.

But looking at Long Yejue—he was clearly into it.

He had always kept his lips to himself. If this were fake, he would never go this far.

Her heart shattered. She couldn't hold on anymore. Tears streaming, she ran out.

But Long Yejue didn't let go of the woman in his arms. The kiss only intensified.

Tang Mianmian knew Shen Xiao'ai had already left and tried to pull away.

The mission was accomplished anyway.

But he didn't stop. His body grew hotter, the kiss more urgent—sending her a clear signal.

Tang Mianmian felt the change in him and panicked, trying to struggle. "Let… go… mmph…"

He didn't let up.

In fact, he kissed even harder.

With no choice, Tang Mianmian prepared to unleash her ultimate move.