Get the Hell Out

A triumphant smile flickered across Su Wanru's face as she watched Tang Mianmian go upstairs. She then shot a discreet "OK" gesture to Long Ruoshui.

At the moment, Long Ruoshui was busy distracting Long Yejue with games, keeping him occupied and away from Tang Mianmian.

Upstairs, Tang Mianmian was quickly overcome with drowsiness. Without even showering, she collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.

Not long after, Su Wanru quietly crept upstairs and dragged her into another room.

She had intended to move her to a guest room on the third floor, but before she could, she heard someone coming up the stairs.

It was Qi Yunmo.

Panicked, Su Wanru hurriedly pulled Tang Mianmian into a nearby guest room instead. There was no time—she dumped her on the bed and fled.

Qi Yunmo, however, went into Long Yejue's bedroom.

Worried she'd get caught, Su Wanru seized the opportunity to make her escape.

Back downstairs, she couldn't settle, constantly glancing toward the upper floor. Only when Qi Yunmo came back down looking calm did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The banquet continued until after midnight, at which point guests gradually began to leave.

Steward Xu arranged drivers to take the inebriated guests home.

Long Yejue had had his fair share of drinks as well. Long Ruoshui handed him a glass, smiling, "Brother, I haven't even properly wished you a happy birthday yet."

Thinking only of going upstairs to embrace his wife, Long Yejue downed the drink in one go and headed up.

Long Ruoshui grinned—her work was done.

Though brief, it gave Su Wanru just enough time to set the stage.

The bedroom was dim, likely because Tang Mianmian was sleeping. Long Yejue entered, reached for the light switch, then thought better of it. He didn't want to wake her. Instead, he went straight into the bathroom.

After a quick rinse, he came out in a towel.

Su Wanru, lying in wait, was a bundle of nerves.

She had slipped Tang Mianmian a sleeping pill to give herself a chance to crawl into bed with Long Yejue. Long Ruoshui had also drugged Long Yejue with something to make him impulsive—at a time like this, reason would hardly be in play.

As expected, Long Yejue climbed into bed and instinctively reached for the soft, fragrant body he believed to be his wife.

In a husky voice, he murmured, "Wifey, where's my birthday present?"

Su Wanru dared not speak. Instead, she turned and kissed him.

Long Yejue's body burned with heat—maybe from the alcohol, maybe from what he was about to do.

He acted on impulse.

Until—

He suddenly opened his eyes and shoved her hard.

Bang!

Su Wanru was violently thrown to the ground.

Despite his burning body, his eyes were cold as blades. "Who are you?"

"Brother Long…" Su Wanru choked, having hit her head on the nightstand despite the carpet cushioning her fall. Pain shot through her skull as she touched something wet—probably blood.

She stood shakily, staring at the man on the bed.

Even in the faint glow of the streetlights filtering in, his silhouette was terrifying—he exuded pure, uncontrollable rage.

He flipped on the wall light. The sudden brightness made Su Wanru shield her eyes.

What he saw was Su Wanru, barely dressed—clearly here to seduce him.

Terrified, she lowered her hand and met his gaze.

In his eyes, she saw such darkness that her body shrank involuntarily. Still shameless, she tried crawling back onto the bed.

"Brother Long, I like you," she confessed, attempting to press herself against him again.

But before she got close, Long Yejue pinned her down.

She thought he was finally giving in and her eyes brightened—

Until she looked up and saw herself reflected in his deadly stare.

His fingers tightened around her throat like iron. "Where's Mianmian?"

"Bro—" She couldn't finish the word. His grip was choking the breath from her.

Her face turned red, her hands clawing at his arm in panic. But he only squeezed harder. Her face began turning purple.

"I…" She tried to speak, but couldn't.

Just before she lost consciousness, he released her.

She gasped for air, coughing violently, face full of tears and snot.

"Where. Is. She?" he demanded again.

Now truly terrified, Su Wanru realized just how dangerous this man was.

She had seriously underestimated Long Yejue.

He wasn't just a man—he was a devil in human form. If she dared take another step out of line, he could kill her in an instant.

Thinking of her child, she sobbed out, "The guest room… next door…"

Long Yejue didn't even glance at her again. He turned and walked out. "Before I get back, you better be gone."

Su Wanru fled without even dressing.

But when Long Yejue reached the guest room, Tang Mianmian was nowhere in sight.

As he turned to leave, he ran into Su Wanru trying to sneak away.

For the first time in his life, he raised a hand to strike a woman—SLAP!

"Aaaah—" Su Wanru screamed in agony.

The noise brought the housekeeper and staff running upstairs, thinking something terrible had happened.

"Where is she?!" Long Yejue's voice was thunderous.

"I-I don't know… I really left her here…" Su Wanru stammered, her lip bleeding from the blow, her face numb with pain.

"Still lying?" Long Yejue sneered coldly.

He re-entered the room, and when he came back, he was holding a gun.

He pressed the icy barrel against Su Wanru's forehead.

Her face went ghost-white as she raised her trembling hands.

Xu Quan, who had just arrived, was shocked. "Young Master, please calm down—"

But Long Yejue didn't budge. "Tell me. Where is she?"

Su Wanru trembled all over. She couldn't believe he actually had a gun.

She had been so stupid to think he was just another man—easy to manipulate.

"I-I really put her there. Then Qi Yunmo came upstairs, and after that… I don't know…"

Her words were frantic, disjointed—but Long Yejue could tell she wasn't lying.

He pulled out his phone and called Qi Yunmo.

The call connected quickly.

Before he could speak, Qi Yunmo joked, "What, calling me at a time like this? Don't tell me you're already finished, Mr. Minute Man?"

"Where is she?" Long Yejue's voice was glacial.

Qi Yunmo immediately sobered. "What's going on?"

"Where. Is. My. Woman?"

"Isn't she in your room? I even prepared a huge surprise box…" Qi Yunmo said. Then it clicked. "Wait—don't tell me you didn't open the biggest gift?"

Gift?

Only then did Long Yejue notice the giant pink gift box across the room, ribboned and labeled The Most Stunning Surprise.

He stormed over, tore off the bow, and lifted the lid—

Inside, curled up and sleeping peacefully, was Tang Mianmian.

The weight in his chest finally lifted.

Before he could say anything, Qi Yunmo continued, "Man, can't believe you couldn't even find your own wife. I wanted to give you a special birthday surprise—now it's totally ruined."

Long Yejue wasn't in the mood for banter. As he was about to hang up, his gaze fell on her clothing—his anger reignited. "Qi Yunmo! You dared touch my woman?!"

Qi Yunmo: "…"

WTF?!

"Hey, watch your words—I have a girlfriend here, okay?"

"Did you change her clothes?" Long Yejue snarled.

Qi Yunmo: "…"

Man, so petty!

"All right, what's she wearing?" Qi Yunmo asked, trying to steer the conversation.

Long Yejue's fury eased slightly. "Then who dressed her?"

"My girlfriend," Qi Yunmo said, glancing at Fu Ranan. "She insisted on helping. I wasn't even allowed to look. I'm curious now—what did she put on her? You're so worked up."

Long Yejue hung up without another word.

Qi Yunmo looked at his blacked-out screen. "Long Yejue, you heartless bastard."

He was just trying to give the guy a nice gift and ended up getting chewed out.

Fu Ranan, groggy, opened her eyes. "What happened?"

"Nothing. Long Yejue's lost his mind," he muttered. "Go back to sleep."

"Mmm…" she replied, drifting off again. "Of course he's losing it—I put Mianmian in their bed wearing that sexy lingerie from her bag…"

She was still surprised she'd found it, hidden so deep.

Tang Mianmian, I've done all I can. The rest is up to you.

Qi Yunmo nearly lost it laughing.

No wonder Long Yejue lost control. His wife was in bed wearing that—thanks to his own girlfriend.

Back at the villa, Long Yejue, now calm, stood at the door.

He gave Su Wanru—still kneeling—a cold glare.

Then, to the gathered staff: "Get her out. Tell the Su family to come pick her up. And make sure—don't give her a single piece of clothing."