The Villain And His Sweet Wife

Long Kun was quiet during the drive. He did not press any questions as Long Mei cried her eyes out on Luo Nuying's shoulder. Long Kun would glance at them from the mirror, and Luo Nuying would signal him not to say a word with her eyes. He kept driving until they pulled up at a familiar home. 

Waiting in the driveway were Long Xia and her husband. 

Long Mei jumped from the car and in her sister's arms. "Oh Xia," she sobbed. "I messed up." 

Long Xia ran a smooth hand on her back as she embraced her. "It's okay, Mei. We will figure it out together." 

Her older sister invited them into her home, and when Long Mei finally calmed, she told them everything that had happened. 

"You never lost your memory?" Long Xia questioned. 

Long Mei shook her head. "I lied," she began. "I know you all would have been worried about my mental state if I had told the truth. I did not want anyone to worry about me. I wanted to discover what happened to Jin Hu and me that night." 

Long Xiatian looked at her with something like understanding. "So now, Mr. Jin Qing found out you were faking it? Why does that seem to distress you so much?"

Long Mei took a deep breath. "Because he believes that I did this to hurt him when that wasn't my intention. I never wanted to hurt him because I—"

Her sister smiled sadly. "I did not know you and him had that kind of relationship." 

Long Mei flushed. "We do. It was something I had fought against for a long time. I didn't want to want him, but I did, and then I finally gave in."

She watched as Yuan Bojing rubbed the back of Long Xia's neck. She looked at him, remembering how long they had fought against their relationship, only to give in the end. 

"But I messed up," Long Mei continued. 

Long Xia leaned forward. "Give him time. He's confused right now, but Jin Qing is a smart man. If you had shown him the most vulnerable parts of you, I'm sure he would see the truth." 

Long Mei gave her sister a hopeful grin. "I will wait for him." 

"Good," Long Xia answered. "When it comes to his grandfather. Did he hurt you?"

Long Mei shook her head. 

"Then he is lucky. For now," Long Xia spoke. "And I had sent someone to do a perimeter check earlier, and they found two unconscious men." She looked toward Luo Nuying with a raised brow. "Care to explain?"

Luo Nuying was looking around the room, pretending not to pay attention. "Oh? Me? Yes. Umm. I was worried about my friend, so I knocked them out. So what?"

"You did what?" Long Kun questioned. 

Luo Nuying frowned. "I broke a nail too." 

Long Kun then grabbed her hand and took her from the room. 

Long Xia laughed as she watched them leave abruptly. 

…

Long Kun went into a quiet room with Luo Nuying, away from everyone else. He shut the door behind them. "You know how to fight?" he questioned. 

"So?"

He stepped forward, giving her a hard stare. "How?"

She rolled her eyes. "You playing detective on me is cute, but it's pointless. I am not a threat to your sister. I am the daughter of Luo Wanting and Shi Ailin. I am the niece of Shi Yen and the cousin of Yuan Bojing. What the fuck did you expect?" 

Long Kun took another step forward. He was so close that his mouth was a hair's breadth from hers. "I expected you to be a pretty girl who wears pretty dresses and does nothing but party and takes pictures." 

Luo Nuying grinned. "You think I'm pretty?"

"That's not what this is about." 

"Oh, but you said it. And it unnerves you that you did not know I had more talents." 

"You're not wrong," he answered. "I know about your familial relations. I do background checks on everyone, but there's no information about your martial arts. Are you part of the black society?"

"No," she answered. "My father wanted me to learn to protect myself. That is it." 

Long Kun narrowed his eyes, glancing at her hair to her lips to her eyes. 

"Is that all to your interrogation?" Luo Nuying questioned. 

"For now," he answered. 

"Good," she said. 

"But if I learn you are keeping things from me—"

"Or you'd what? Restrain me? I think I'd moan." 

Long Kun's eyes widened bashfully. 

Luo Nuying laughed. "I only jest. But you're a distrustful man, Mr. Long. I get it. But you don't have to mistrust me. I have no ill wishes against Long Mei or to you. I like looking like a damsel in distress when in reality, I am far from one." 

Long Kun eyed her curiously, almost as if he could not figure her out. Luo Nuying then brushed past him. "Have a good night, Mr. Long Kun." 

She then stalked out of the room and returned to where her friends had been. "Today has been a rather long day. I must be off, but Mei, please let me know if you need anything." 

"Thank you," she replied. 

Luo Nuying smiled, and then she showed herself to the door.

Once she got home, she thought about her conversation with Long Kun and exhaled a breath. She looked into the mirror. Her face was red, and her cheeks were warm. She had flirted and courted many men, and she thought with Long Kun it'd be the same. But it was different this time. She could feel it. 

She checked the temperature on her forehead. "Oh Ying," she spoke softly in front of the mirror. "You actually like him, like him." 

She turned on the sink faucet, trying to forget how close he was. How curious he had been. How unnerved he was. How she made him that way. 

She splashed cold water on her face.