I Fell in Love with Long Yejue

Shen Xiao'ai wore a vicious smirk. She was determined to take revenge for all the humiliation she'd suffered.

After sending several incriminating photos to Long Yejue, her phone rang within ten seconds.

Faster than ever.

She pouted and composed her tone before answering sweetly, "Jue-gege, calling me so late… Were you missing me?"

"Cut the crap. Where is she?"

Long Yejue's voice was icy cold, sharp enough to make Shen Xiao'ai flinch. Still, she pretended not to know. "Who? Me? I'm at Yelan Bar."

"She's there too, isn't she?"

"…Jue-gege, really, can't you think about my feelings for once? Why are you always asking about her? And besides, she's getting cozy with another man. Why are you still looking for her? She's just a flirt, totally unworthy of you."

But before she could finish, Long Yejue had already hung up.

"Ugh! Why does he treat her so well!" Shen Xiao'ai fumed, stomping her foot.

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Meanwhile, Tang Mianmian had finally lost patience. She pushed Su Shijie away with a cold tone, "Su Shijie, we're over. Please stop bothering me, okay?"

"You can just erase years of feelings like that?" he asked bitterly, deeply wounded by her refusal.

Tang Mianmian rubbed her forehead, exasperated. "It's over. It ended the moment I found out you slept with her."

"It was a one-time mistake! Can't you forgive me just this once?"

"No. You know I have a thing about emotional fidelity. I can't be with someone who's been with another woman." She was firm—brutal even—because she wanted him to finally understand.

Su Shijie's expression darkened. He stared at her and asked coldly, "You've fallen for Long Yejue, haven't you?"

"…No," she replied, eyes flickering with panic.

"Oh really? Then why keep rejecting me again and again? Face it—you've fallen for him. You talk about loyalty and fidelity, but you turned around and fell for someone else!"

He was unraveling.

Maybe both of them were already emotionally wrecked, hence the cruel words.

Tang Mianmian bit her lip and said nothing.

But inside… she knew he was right.

She had fallen for someone else.

Maybe their love had never been strong enough to begin with. That's why they both faltered at the first test.

She and Su Shijie… were no different.

The air between them thickened.

Su Shijie softened slightly, looking pained. "Miannian, why don't we let go of everything… and just start over?"

"No." She shook her head, smiling sadly. "There's no chance."

She had fallen for Long Yejue. There was no going back.

Not for her. Not for him.

They were strangers now.

But Su Shijie refused to accept it. He stepped forward, trapping her in a corner of the bar.

Though the place was crowded, no one noticed them in the shadows.

Tang Mianmian was backed into a wall with no escape. "Su Shijie, calm down."

"Why can't we be together? Tell me why! Give me one good reason!"

His voice was hoarse, desperate. Tang Mianmian clutched her head, overwhelmed by pain and liquor.

"There is no reason. It's just… impossible."

She repeated it over and over.

But Su Shijie wouldn't let go.

"If you don't give me a reason, I'll keep asking until morning!"

"I…" Her mind swirled with images of Long Yejue. Finally, unable to hold it in, she shouted:

"Because I've fallen in love with Long Yejue! Okay?! I love him!"

Su Shijie stared at her, devastated.

At first, he thought he was imagining things. But hearing her say it—so clearly, so firmly—it crushed him completely.

The weight of it drowned him in despair.

Tang Mianmian felt something inside her release. Saying it out loud… oddly, it brought her relief.

So this was the truth.

At the door, a man stood watching. His fury from earlier was instantly washed away by her confession.

Shen Xiao'ai spotted Long Yejue and quickly ran up to him. "Jue-gege, look! She's drinking and flirting with another man! Why are you still chasing her?"

Tang Mianmian turned toward the door, stunned.

That unreadable face appeared in her sight.

His eyes, always mysterious, were now veiled even deeper—emotionless, unfathomable.

Distance. Conflict. Love and hate, tangled together.

Shen Xiao'ai, seeing Long Yejue remain silent, continued stirring the pot. "Jue-gege, say something! If I were you, I'd slap her. She just humiliated you!"

"I didn't!" Tang Mianmian cried, terrified.

She'd already tasted Long Yejue's wrath once.

Last time, he'd gone mad over a simple hug from Su Shijie.

This time…

She shrank away and quickly broke free of Su Shijie's grasp. "It's not what it looks like. There's nothing between us anymore!"

Long Yejue shot a cold warning glance at Su Shijie, then strode over and grabbed Tang Mianmian by the wrist.

She stumbled forward, barely catching herself as he pulled her outside.

She dared not say a word.

Long Yejue didn't speak either. His silence cut deeper than yelling.

Shen Xiao'ai stomped her foot. "Why are you still taking her with you? You should cut her off completely!"

But all she got in return was his frigid back.

Su Shijie reeled back in pain, shaking his head, trying to erase her words from his mind.

But they echoed relentlessly.

"Yes. I've fallen in love with Long Yejue. I love him."

Like a curse—impossible to shake off.

Just like before, Long Yejue's driving was reckless, pushing the car to its limits.

He ignored traffic lights, speeding like a demon possessed.

Tang Mianmian clutched the seatbelt, heart lodged in her throat. She didn't dare speak, staring ahead blankly.

Only after reaching the beachside villa did the car finally stop. She stumbled out, legs like jelly, feeling like she'd just returned from hell.

By the time she looked up, he'd already gone inside.

She stood at the door, unsure whether to enter or flee.

A minute later, he reappeared at the door with a cold face. "Planning to stand there all night?"

"N-No," she stammered, stepping inside under his frostbitten gaze.

He had gone upstairs. The living room was a disaster zone—like it had been robbed.

Shattered ornaments, broken decor, even the potted plants she'd just placed had been destroyed.

This was clearly a scene of fury.

Was he mad she didn't come home? Or did the business deal fall through?

Too afraid to ask, she quietly put down her bag and started cleaning.

But there were too many shards. She cut her hand—blood started dripping before she noticed the pain.

Grimacing, she wrapped it with tissue and kept cleaning.

She didn't notice him coming down the stairs.

"What are you doing?" his cold voice snapped.

"Ah—I'm just… tidying up." She instinctively hid her hand behind her.

But how could she hide anything from Long Yejue?

His eyes turned icy. He strode over. "Show me your hand."

"It's nothing—just a scratch."

His towering figure exuded pressure. "I said, show me your hand."

Overwhelmed, she reluctantly held it out.

A flash of rage crossed his eyes. Without a word, he picked her up and carried her upstairs.

So domineering.

She didn't dare resist, stumbling as she tried to match his steps.

Maybe he noticed, because he slowed slightly—but never turned back.

That meant he was really angry.

She feared tonight, he might actually devour her alive.

He tossed her onto the bed, fetched the first-aid kit, and ordered coldly, "Hand. Now."

"It's just a small cut," she mumbled.

His sharp glance silenced her. She obeyed.

She hated how spineless she was—but she couldn't fight him.

He yanked off the tissue roughly. The motion tugged at the wound, making her flinch.

"Oh, now you feel pain?" he barked.

She bit her lip, almost crying from the scolding. Still, she stayed quiet.

Why did he have to look at her like that?

The grievance swelled. Her eyes welled up until tears splashed onto his hand.

He paused, then looked up to find her blinking away tears.

She kept crying—but he said nothing.

Usually, when she cried, he'd at least ask if she was okay. This time, he remained cold.

The emptiness in her heart grew.

Tears streamed down endlessly, hitting both their hands.

Finally, he couldn't bear it. He stopped and looked at her. "Is it really that painful?"

"…,"

She wasn't crying over the cut!

She bit her lip and looked at him, still silent.

He sighed. "You went drinking without telling me—I haven't even scolded you, and you're crying?"

She blinked, confused.

Was he mad or not?

He looked pissed… but his words didn't sound that way.