The Villain And His Sweet Wife - Chapter 109

Luo Nuying followed Long Mei out of the restaurant and onto the sidewalk.

“Your brother says he is busy! We shouldn’t bother him.”

Long Mei chuckled, taking steps ahead. “Since when did you avoid opportunities to see him?”

Ever since she learned that her crush on him was genuine and not something to pass the fleeting time, she was hyperaware of him now. And yes, she calls Long Kun and sends him things, but it was to remind him that she is in his life since he seems to “forget.”

But Luo Nuying hated crushes. It often leads to something else, and when she loves, she loves hard. But it never ends well.

“We can say we came to visit Yat-sen! Ken and Kun work for him.”

“But to show up to their work? It feels blasphemous.”

“Hmmm. Maybe,” Long Mei thought about it and kept on moving with her grasp firm around Luo Nuying’s wrist.

They arrived at a building so high that Luo Nuying’s vision could not comprehend. It hurt to squint and see to the top.

Long Mei dragged her through the doors and into the building.

Luo Nuying hoped that security would turn them away, but alas, Long Mei’s family owned it and would never turn her away.

She hit the 45th button on the elevator, and once they reached the level, they found Shao Lin speaking to Long Ken. “Shao Lin! Ken!” Long Mei shouted and ran toward them.

Okay! Time for my escape! She thought, but the elevator shut behind her, and she frantically pressed the button again, but it had left, and she had nowhere else to turn to.

Shao Lin and Long Ken did not notice Luo Nuying, so she slipped behind desks and cubicles, searching for another exit. She could find a staircase!

Luo Nuying heard some voices. She glanced at a door, and someone looked as if they were about to exit their office. She did not want to be seen! She then slipped into an empty conference room and shut the door.

She exhaled deeply, pressing her forehead against the solid wood.

“What are you doing?” a callous voice questioned.

No!

She avoided him, and now she was alone in a room with him. If she were wearing a health watch, she’d get an alert for her racing heart.

She turned slowly, trying to mask her awkwardness with a brash laugh. “Observing the wood,” she said, knocking on the solid frame.

Long Kun looked at her with his brows pinched together. “Why are you here?”

“I came to accompany your sister, and I got lost.”

“Hmmm,” Long Kun replied. “The exit is to your further left.”

Luo Nuying was about to open the door and leave for good, but another part of her did not want to leave immediately. And she did want to see him.

She battled with her mind, going circles until she heaved a sigh and came to a conclusion.

She let go of the door handle and walked straight to him.

“Miss Luo?”

Luo Nuying grabbed one of Long Kun’s hands and observed it. “You didn’t properly tend to your knuckles,” she said as she looked for an emergency first aid kit. She grabbed sanitizer and water and placed them on the table.

“They’re nothing but a few scratches,” he informed her.

“I don’t care,” Luo Nuying responded firmly. “It looks like you did a bit of damage to them, and the care you had looks sloppy.”

“That’s because I tended to it myself.”

“That would explain it,” she countered. Luo Nuying then sat on the table next to the medical supplies. She soaked a cloth and dabbed it over his wounds, cleaning his skin thoroughly and gently. She disinfected his hand and placed small white bandages to cover the nicks and scrapes.

Long Kun only observed her.

“You should take your injuries more seriously, whether they are big or small.”

“You should have seen the other guy,” Long Kun responded.

Luo Nuying tilted her head. “Jin Yun?” She questioned. “How did it make you feel?”

Long Kun stared at her with narrow eyes—a look of reservation. She supposed that he was not easy to warm and not easy to open up either. “Jin Yun threatened my best friend, and he tried to interfere with her relationships. But she’s your sister, so I wonder where your headspace is at.”

Long Kun averted his gaze. His glasses shadowed his eyes, but she could see the battle he faced. “He got what he deserved,” was his answer. “Only I wished I knew Mei was a target. She did not deserve any of this.”

Luo Nuying’s throat swelled. “None of you could have known. Mei had her secrets and kept them.”

“She’s a Long through and through,” he responded with a slight smile on his face. “But we thought she’d be different. We wanted her to be.”

“There’s no changing you who are,” she added. They wanted Long Mei to be different, which had been their mistake. The Long’s wanted someone who did not follow their path, yet it almost proved to be fatal.

Luo Nuying’s father wanted her to be different too, but he did not force her to change. She had the choice, and then she decided she did not want to follow his path, and that was okay. She still learned to fight.

“Hm,” Long Kun faced her directly. He was so handsome that Luo Nuying could not help but flush.

She wanted to say something but felt at a sudden loss for words. Before she could begin a new sentence, Long Mei barged in and said, “There you are—”

From her friend’s point of view, Long Kun was sitting on a chair, and Luo Nuying was sitting on the table, a few inches apart from him. They looked to be compromising, but Long Kun’s expression never changed. He kept it hard and stoic. And Luo Nuying so desperately wanted to unravel him and see what she felt beneath his façade.

Long Kun then stood and straightened his tie, collecting his folders in his hands. “Good evening, ladies,” he said and then he made his way out.

When he left, Long Mei looked at Luo Nuying and whispered, “I’m sorry! Did I interrupt something?”

Luo Nuying smiled and shook her head. “Nothing happened. I was just talking to him.”

Long Mei widened her eyes. “He talked?”

Luo Nuying sighed. “Yes.”

“Wow,” her best friend responded. “That is something.”

Luo Nuying laughed, grasping her arm.. “Let’s go.”