"I Want to Give You Back Your Childhood"

The feng shui of the old mansion was truly excellent—picturesque and serene. If she weren't standing in it herself, she'd think it was some sort of tourist resort.

It made her marvel at the wealth and power of the Long family.

But it also reminded her of what Cndy had said.

If Long Yejue failed to secure that seaside property and couldn't establish a good relationship with Li Muhao, the title of the most powerful family in Jiangcheng would soon change hands.

Looking at the Long family in front of her, thinking about such a huge household...

The pressure on Long Yejue's shoulders was no small matter.

She reached out and wrapped her right arm around the man's lean waist, leaning against him for support.

Surprised by her sudden affection, Long Yejue asked, "What's this about?"

"Mm... I just felt like hugging you," she said with a silly but adorable smile.

The moment he saw that expression, Long Yejue felt a wave of desire. "If you keep looking at me like that, I won't be able to hold back."

"...Really? Are men always this easily turned on?" she asked, blushing.

He paused for a second, squinted slightly, and replied, "I meant I won't be able to stop myself from kissing you. Where did your mind go?"

"…"

Tang Mianmian could cry.

She was just going along with his words—how was she supposed to know he'd trap her like that?

From now on, she'd have to be extra careful with what she said around him. This man was dangerous.

"Were you a naughty kid?" she asked abruptly, trying to change the subject before she dug herself deeper.

"Naughty? No. From the moment I was born, I was raised as the heir. From the time I could remember, I had to learn all kinds of things. The subjects most people study in college, I'd finished by the time I was in middle or high school. I also had to learn etiquette, business management... There was no time to be mischievous." He said it calmly, but the reality was easy to imagine.

Tang Mianmian was clearly stunned.

Her mind automatically conjured up an image—

A five-year-old child, dressed in a little suit, endlessly studying things even adults struggled to master.

His childish face expressionless, the brightness in his young eyes dulled into stillness…

Suddenly, she felt a pang in her heart. Hugging him tighter, she said with emotion, "Long Yejue, I want to give you back your childhood."

The man raised his eyebrows curiously. "How are you going to do that? Turn back time?"

"I'm not telling you. Just know that I can," she said, full of confidence.

Long Yejue flicked her forehead gently. "Alright then, I'll wait and see."

"You'd better!" she said, patting her chest in a show of certainty.

But then she remembered what had happened in the hall earlier and pouted, "Oh right, I still need to settle a score with you."

"A score?" he asked with a teasing smile. "What score?"

"How could you say that back there? You knew I wasn't pregnant, and yet you let everyone misunderstand. I'll die of embarrassment!" she huffed, genuinely troubled by the situation.

Long Yejue chuckled, "I never said you were pregnant. I just said you would be in the future. They misunderstood on their own—what can I do about that?"

"You should've clarified!"

"I did. Didn't I speak clearly? Their interpretation isn't my fault—you can't blame me," he said, feigning innocence.

Tang Mianmian fumed.

She knew he'd done it on purpose.

He could've cleared it up, but instead he chose such ambiguous words to mislead everyone.

She totally walked into his trap.

"And you haven't even told me what gift you're giving me yet. Don't think you can skip that," she demanded.

Sensing she was on the verge of blowing up, Long Yejue started to backtrack.

Sure enough, at the mention of a gift, the little lamb was instantly distracted. "You still have the nerve to ask for a gift after embarrassing me like that? Forget it!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

"In that case, I'll just have to make myself your gift," he said with a wicked smile.

The moment Tang Mianmian saw that smile, a bad feeling rose in her chest. She let go of him and turned to run.

No way—there was something too dangerous in his eyes.

If she didn't run, she'd be devoured for sure...

But could she even escape?

In no time, he caught up with her, pressing her lightly against a nearby tree trunk.

Both of them were panting.

A healthy flush colored her face—she looked beautiful.

Long Yejue gently cupped her small face, lowering his head inch by inch...

The winter wind should've been cold.

But in this moment, it turned tender upon witnessing the love between them.

Tang Mianmian instinctively closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the wonderful feeling, reacting purely on instinct.

Finally, his lips found the ones he had longed for.

Tang Mianmian, just as naturally, wrapped her arms around his neck.

The sprawling mansion, occasionally visited by passing servants, now had witnesses to this lovely scene.

Everyone who saw them couldn't help but take a second look.

Young Master and Young Madam—what a beautiful couple!

They were the envy of many.

But not everyone was happy. For instance—Su Wanru.

The spot where Long Yejue and Tang Mianmian stood was not far from Jinyuan.

Jinyuan was the villa where Long Fengcheng and Zhu Wenyi lived, and where Long Ruoshui stayed.

Su Wanru happened to be standing on Long Ruoshui's balcony when she caught sight of the pair.

It stung. It really stung.

She couldn't help but suspect Tang Mianmian was doing it on purpose—flaunting her love with Long Yejue right in front of her!

And knowing Long Yejue all these years, he had never behaved this way around others.

In Su Wanru's eyes, Long Yejue had always been noble, untouchable. No one was worthy of standing beside him.

Least of all someone like Tang Mianmian. She wasn't special in any way. What made her worthy of Long Yejue's affection?

She couldn't accept it.

Not at all.

As her rage built, Long Ruoshui came out looking for her. Seeing Su Wanru gripping the railing with such a dark expression startled her.

But following her gaze, Long Ruoshui immediately understood.

She saw Long Yejue and Tang Mianmian embracing.

She sighed and tried to comfort her, "Wanru, try to let it go."

Su Wanru took a deep breath and softened her expression. "Ruoshui, I can't. You know how much I love him."

"I know... but now..." Long Ruoshui sighed again. "You've seen for yourself. She's pregnant. Even if I don't like it, I can't change the truth."

Su Wanru's eyes turned cold. Gripping her hand, she pleaded, "Ruoshui, you're the only one who's always supported me. If I lose even your support, what else do I have?"

"I'll always support you," Long Ruoshui said with bitterness. "But you've seen it too—my own mother treats her well now."

The only motherly love she had was being taken away. It hurt.

Su Wanru narrowed her eyes, a cold gleam flashing within. "Even if she is pregnant, there's no guarantee she'll carry that child to term."

Long Ruoshui was shocked. "What are you planning?"

"Nothing that serious," Su Wanru replied coolly. "Just speaking hypothetically. But think about it—if she really gives birth, most of the Long family will fall into her hands. And your brother... He's already so obedient to her. Won't she rule the family then? She definitely hasn't forgotten what we did before—she'll make your life miserable."

She was planting seeds now.

Long Ruoshui's face changed dramatically. "I've already thought of that. I begged my brother earlier, and he didn't even look at me. All he sees is Tang Mianmian!"

"Exactly. And this is only the beginning," Su Wanru pressed. "But men—they're rarely faithful. I think your brother just hasn't realized how great I am yet."

"I think so too," Long Ruoshui agreed.

In her eyes, Su Wanru was the perfect woman.

Tang Mianmian didn't even come close.

"That's why I'll keep waiting—for the day he finally sees me," Su Wanru said with soft devotion in her eyes.

"Alright. I support you. Always. And you're a thousand times better than Tang Mianmian," Long Ruoshui encouraged her.

"Ruoshui, could you do me a favor tonight?" Su Wanru asked suddenly.

Long Ruoshui was surprised but nodded. "Of course. Do we even need to use the word 'favor' between us?"

Su Wanru smiled, her eyes glinting with dark calculation.