The Boss Is a Rogue

She reached over and gave his waist a fierce twist!

In an instant, Long Yejue snapped out of his heated daze and let go of her, growling, "Tang Mianmian, are you trying to murder your husband?"

Tang Mianmian, finally gaining the upper hand, shot back, "Who told you to act like that?"

"You're my wife, you're my motivation—it's only natural."

"…Pervert!"

She stormed off toward the keypad door. She had never noticed it before. "What's the code? Why does Shen Xiao'ai know it?"

"870214. It's my usual password. No surprise she knows it," Long Yejue replied, lips tightening slightly as the heat faded from his eyes.

Hearing the code, Tang Mianmian recalled she had meant to ask earlier. Curious, she said, "Is that someone's birthday? The numbers look like a birth date."

"Just something random." He brushed past her, walked up to the keypad, tapped in a new code, then said, "It's changed now. The new one is our marriage registration date."

Marriage registration date…

Tang Mianmian realized she didn't even know what day it was. "When did we register?"

The man's face immediately darkened. He shot her a glare and walked off.

Tang Mianmian felt wronged by the look.

He'd rushed her into it so suddenly—how could she possibly remember the exact day?

Besides, back then her life was a mess. She was in a bad place, emotionally and practically. Who could remember such details?

She pouted, gathered up the clothes, and planned to take them upstairs.

But when her eyes landed on that pack of condoms, she hesitated—then quickly grabbed them and rushed up.

Leaving something like that out? Not a great look.

It sounded like Long Yejue was in the shower. Tang Mianmian lingered outside the bedroom door before eventually choosing to enter his room.

After all, whether it was the guest room or hers, there was a sliding door in between. It would be pointless if he barged through that anyway—probably make him even madder.

Just as she finished putting the sleepwear away, his voice came from the bathroom, "Bring me a bathrobe."

"…"

Bring him… a bathrobe?

Was he… not wearing anything?

They were technically married, so it shouldn't be a big deal. But still, nothing had ever happened between them. Wouldn't walking in be kind of… not great?

When Long Yejue heard no response, he knew exactly what was going on in her head. "If you don't bring it, I'll come out as I am. Don't say I didn't warn you."

"…"

Bastard!

That was being a pervert!

Knowing he was the type to say it and actually do it, Tang Mianmian had no choice but to hurry over with the bathrobe.

When he opened the door, she instantly squeezed her eyes shut, terrified of seeing something she shouldn't.

Long Yejue saw her reaction and mocked, "Tang Mianmian, other people pay big money to see me naked. You get it for free and you're not even looking. Do you not understand how to use resources?"

Face burning, she refused to take the bait. "If people are paying you to look, are you a… gigolo?"

His hand froze mid-bathrobe, eyes narrowing dangerously. "What did you just say?"

Sensing danger, Tang Mianmian immediately backtracked. "I-I'll go make dinner…"

She barely got a few steps before he caught up, pushing her against the wall. His voice went husky. "Repeat what you just said."

Terrified, she stammered, "I-I said I'll cook for you…"

"The sentence before that."

He clearly wasn't letting her off the hook.

She regretted it deeply.

Why had she tried to win that one little argument? With his vindictive personality, she was doomed.

"People pay to look at you, so… so…"

She couldn't get the rest out.

"Need me to help you remember?" His chiseled jaw tightened ominously.

She frantically shook her head. Only a fool would nod at a moment like this. "I'm really hungry. Shopping made me starved—I need to cook."

"I'm hungry too," he said lowly, eyes flashing, "and I've been hungry for a long time."

"Then I'll go make you something."

But he had no intention of letting her go. He leaned in close, whispering each word against her forehead, "Don't you get what I'm hungry for? A free gigolo delivered to your door, and you're not even happy? You're basically profiting."

"…"

She knew he wasn't going to be easy to deal with. Especially after her period ended—the way he looked at her now was like a wolf ready to devour.

"I'm not really into gigolos… I just want a normal meal right now," she stammered.

He was about to tease her again when her stomach let out a loud growl.

Saved by the belly!

She had never been more grateful to her own body. Lifting her chin defiantly, she declared, "Hear that? Even my stomach is protesting!"

Long Yejue sighed, a bit disappointed. "Fine. I'll feed you first, then you'll feed me."

"…Eating people is illegal."

"No worries. We're legally married."

"…"

She was completely outmatched.

Tang Mianmian escaped while his guard was down, leaving a "I'm going to cook!" behind her like she was fleeing from a monster.

Long Yejue wiped the corner of his mouth and smirked devilishly. "Tang Mianmian, you can't escape."

Eating her? Inevitable.

Tang Mianmian cooked three dishes and a soup from the groceries she bought. Everything looked delicious and inviting.

Long Yejue came downstairs, the aroma already lifting his mood.

The once cold and lonely house suddenly felt warm and alive.

All because of her.

Tang Mianmian placed the soup on the table and called out, "Wash up, time to eat."

He followed her into the kitchen. Just as she took off her apron and started washing her hands, his arms wrapped around her from behind.

She froze. "I'm washing my hands. What are you doing?"

"I'm washing mine too," he murmured, resting his chin on her shoulder, voice deep and alluring. He spread his hands out for her to wash.

No choice, she complied while muttering, "You're a grown man, and you still need someone to wash your hands for you."

"I bathed you last time."

"…Long Yejue!"

A pervert isn't scary—what's scary is when the pervert is the boss.

She didn't stand a chance.

Even during the meal, her face stayed red.

Meanwhile, Long Yejue ate gracefully.

It was just homemade food, but from his demeanor, it was as if he were dining on gourmet cuisine. Made it all the more appetizing.

Of course, Tang Mianmian knew full well her cooking couldn't compare to the chefs at the Long estate.

She even thought the vegetables were a bit salty.

But thankfully, Long Yejue didn't complain, and that reassured her.

"After dinner, move the potted plant on the table to your study. Don't touch the rest—I'll take care of it," she told him.

Like a wife giving instructions to her husband.

Long Yejue agreed happily, "Alright."

Tang Mianmian thought he might be a bit proud and grumble, but he agreed so quickly she wasn't used to it.

When she came out from washing the dishes, he had already moved the plant. The rest were ones she planned to place in the living room.

Once she arranged them to her satisfaction, she picked up the last pot of violets and headed upstairs, planning to place it in the bedroom.

The house had a cold tone overall, likely because Long Yejue had lived here alone. Aside from the garden, there was no life or warmth inside.

Even the bedroom was black and white—elegant, yes, but far from cozy.

She didn't like such a cold color scheme. It felt too oppressive. So she brought in the violets to add a splash of life.

She placed them on the decorative shelf next to the bed and nodded, pleased with the improvement.

Still, something was missing.

Like… a wedding photo.

Most married couples had a big wedding photo hanging in the room.

Before she got married, she had dreamed of picking the perfect one to display.

But now…

The wedding had come so suddenly. She'd married someone she never even expected to. A wedding photo? Out of the question.

Maybe in this life, she'd never wear a wedding dress.

Her mood dipped slightly, a twinge of sadness rising unexpectedly.

She shook it off and went to the study.

Long Yejue was still working. When he saw her, he just glanced up briefly before returning to his documents.

She didn't disturb him and began organizing the potted plants he left on the coffee table.

Most would go near his desk—to block radiation.

A few others she placed in more visible spots to add a touch of comfort.

He answered a call while she moved around near his desk.

His eyes stayed on her the whole time, but his voice remained steady. "That seaside property—I'm set on it. Jue Corporation may have lagged in real estate these past years, but that doesn't mean we've given up. It's prime land—everyone wants it. I'm a carnivore by nature. No reason to let this meat go."

Tang Mianmian set a calla lily on his desk and adjusted it until it looked just right.

Through the plant, her eyes met his—deep and piercing.

The person on the other end of the call kept talking, but Long Yejue's gaze remained locked on her, eyes flickering with unreadable light.

Flustered, she looked away quickly—only to hit her head on the desk and fall to the floor.

Long Yejue couldn't help but let out a rare smile. "Once I win the bid, I'll deliver a more complete plan to Mr. Li. I'm confident it won't disappoint."

Rubbing her aching forehead, Tang Mianmian sat dazed on the floor before finally getting up to arrange the bookshelf behind him.

Like his office and the one at Nian Garden, the shelves were full of books—ones she couldn't understand.

But they were well-organized, showing his slight OCD.

She found a few empty spots and stood on tiptoe to fill them.

On the second one, something caught her eye. She reached for it—only to be embraced from behind.

"You—"

"Don't move. Just let me hold you," he murmured into her neck, voice low and enticing.

Tang Mianmian dared not move.

She knew exactly how easily aroused he was these days—and how fragile his self-control had become.