Kapitel 2: Bigger in an Instant
The sound of two thousand coins spilling across the floor startled the reception staff, who froze mid-motion. The metallic clatter echoed throughout the entrance, drawing gasps and curious stares.
Su Shijie's face turned a deep shade of embarrassment, while Yan Youlan's expression twisted in barely concealed anger. Even the newly arrived Long Yejue raised an eyebrow at the spectacle.
He hadn't expected his duty of attending this wedding on behalf of his grandfather to deliver such an amusing scene.
And the perpetrator?
It was last night's drunken woman.
She's still drunk, isn't she? he thought, his interest piqued.
Amid the stunned silence, Tang Mianmian smiled sweetly, her crimson lips dazzling under the light. Her clear, ringing voice broke the tension.
"Here's my gift. Two thousand."
The sight of coins scattered across the polished floor left everyone stunned, unable to respond.
Without sparing them another glance, Tang Mianmian raised her chin, smiled mockingly, and strode into the hotel lobby. To her, the mess she'd created was no longer her concern.
Yan Youlan's eyes darkened with resentment as she hissed to Su Shijie, "I knew she wasn't up to any good!"
"Enough," Su Shijie snapped, his patience wearing thin.
Forced to maintain decorum for the other guests, Yan Youlan swallowed her anger and plastered on a smile.
"Long Da-ge, welcome," Su Shijie said awkwardly, greeting Long Yejue with a stiff smile.
Yan Youlan quickly followed suit, her tone sugary sweet. "Long Da-ge, please come inside. Thank you for gracing us with your presence."
Long Yejue gave a curt nod, his voice indifferent. "Congratulations. Wishing you a lifetime of happiness together."
He handed over his gift and stepped into the hall, brushing past their flattery without a second glance.
As the pair turned back to greet more guests, Yan Youlan leaned close to Su Shijie and whispered, "Who was that? Why were you so respectful to him?"
"That's Long Yejue," Su Shijie replied, awe evident in his tone. "He's the heir to the Long family—the most powerful of the Four Great Families—and the founder of Jue Corporation."
Yan Youlan's eyes widened in shock.
The Long family!
A man of his stature and youth was leagues ahead of Su Shijie.
If she'd met someone like Long Yejue before Su Shijie, her ambitions would've aimed much higher.
Meanwhile, Tang Mianmian, seated in a quiet corner of the hall, found herself surprisingly content after her dramatic entrance. She had thoroughly humiliated the toxic couple and was ready to recoup her financial loss with the wedding's lavish spread.
The extravagant menu reflected Su Shijie's standing as the heir of a mid-tier conglomerate. Although the Su family couldn't compare to the Four Great Families, they could afford to host the banquet at a prestigious venue like Haojue.
Plate in hand, Tang Mianmian piled on the food, ready to dig in.
But just as she was about to take her first bite, a low voice interrupted her.
"Wearing a 'Void' dress like that, you shouldn't be eating so much."
"None of your business!" she retorted without looking up.
Turning to confront the speaker, she froze.
The man who had spoken was strikingly handsome, his angular features exuding an air of casual arrogance. His deep-set eyes glimmered with mischief, boring into hers as if searching her soul.
Her fingers trembled slightly.
What a gorgeous man!
But she quickly snapped out of it.
He must have the wrong person.
Tang Mianmian didn't recall knowing anyone this attractive.
Shrugging off the interaction, she turned away, continuing to fill her plate.
Long Yejue's gaze lingered on her retreating figure, a flicker of amusement crossing his face.
It was rare for him to be ignored—especially by a woman.
Last night, she had been anything but indifferent.
Absentmindedly touching his lips, he remembered the lingering taste of wine from her impulsive kiss.
His lips curved into a sly smile. This feisty woman had piqued his interest, and he had no intention of letting her slip away.
When Tang Mianmian finally found a quiet spot to enjoy her food, he appeared again, standing before her with a glass of wine in hand.
She groaned internally.
Can't a girl eat in peace?
This man had managed to track her down even in a secluded corner.
"Don't you remember me?" he asked, swirling his wine, a roguish smirk playing on his lips.
Tang Mianmian furrowed her brows, pondering his question. Then she gave him a sweet, innocent smile.
"Sir, you must have the wrong person. Or perhaps you're trying to flirt? Let me save you the trouble—I'm not interested in men. See those beauties over there? Just beckon, and they'll flock to you. No need for small talk with me."
With that, she shifted her petite frame farther away from him.
Long Yejue felt a rare sting of rejection but remained undeterred.
Tang Mianmian had barely settled again when he reappeared.
This time, she lost her patience.
"Sir, have I wronged you in some way?" she snapped, glaring at him.
"No," he replied with a casual shrug.
"Do I owe you money?"
"No."
"Then why are you following me?"
Her frustration boiled over. She clenched her fists, ready to explode.
Long Yejue raised an eyebrow, his lips curving in amusement. "Su Shijie is your ex-boyfriend, isn't he?"
"..."
Tang Mianmian's face darkened.
I knew it! He's one of Su Shijie's lackeys, sent to mess with me.
Grinding her teeth, she growled, "So what if I had poor taste in men? Is that a crime?"
Rather than being offended, Long Yejue found her outburst endearing.
"As long as your taste improves from now on," he teased, his smirk widening.
Tang Mianmian's eye twitched. This man was infuriating. She abandoned her food and stormed toward the restroom, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.
There was no way he'd follow her there.
Sure enough, Long Yejue didn't pursue her. Instead, he watched her retreat with an inexplicable sense of loss.
From across the hall, Yan Youlan observed their interaction with a jealous glare.
Tang Mianmian had somehow caught the attention of Long Yejue, the heir to the Long family!
Her envy festered. She couldn't allow this to happen.
Feigning casualness, she sauntered over to Long Yejue, her voice sickeningly sweet. "Long Da-ge, thank you so much for attending my wedding."
The warmth in Long Yejue's eyes vanished as he replied coolly, "It's nothing."
Unperturbed, Yan Youlan pressed on. "You know Tang Mianmian?"
His gaze sharpened.
So her name was Tang Mianmian.
The name didn't suit her at all.
She wasn't some meek little lamb—she was a fiery wolf.
A faint smile tugged at his lips as he nodded. "Yes, I do."
Feigning surprise, Yan Youlan added, "Oh? She never mentioned you before. But Long Da-ge, you might want to be careful around her."
"Why?" he asked, his tone laced with mockery.
Feigning concern, Yan Youlan whispered, "We went to the same university. She… doesn't have the best reputation. I just thought you should know."
Her venomous words went unnoticed by no one but herself.
Long Yejue's eyes grew colder, a storm brewing in their depths.
Unaware of his displeasure, Yan Youlan continued, "A man of your stature deserves better. Women like her can't be trusted—they're always restless."
At that moment, Tang Mianmian returned to retrieve her forgotten phone, only to overhear Yan Youlan's slander.
Fury surged through her as she stormed out from behind a pillar, her dress billowing around her.
Yan Youlan stiffened, realizing too late that she'd been caught.
Feigning composure, she muttered, "Long Da-ge, I must tend to the other guests. Please excuse me."
She strutted away, swaying her hips exaggeratedly in a bid to catch Long Yejue's attention.
But his piercing gaze remained fixed on Tang Mianmian, who stood trembling with anger.
For a moment, he wondered why she didn't fight back.
Wasn't she the woman bold enough to kiss him unprovoked?
Yet there she stood, holding her tears at bay.
Tang Mianmian bit her lip, retreating to the restroom to compose herself.
Watching her leave, Long Yejue's mood darkened further.
Why does this bother me?
Glancing down, he noticed her phone on the table. Picking it up, he saw a text from Su Shijie.
Without hesitation, he opened it.
Mianmian, I'm sorry. I really am. I've always loved you. If it weren't for Yan Youlan's pregnancy, I'd never have married her. Please wait for me—I'll fix everything. Yours, Su Shijie.
His eyes narrowed in disdain. How many women would fall for such tripe?
Would Tang Mianmian believe it?
With a swift motion, he deleted the message.
Not even he understood why.
In the restroom, Tang Mianmian stared at her reflection, eyes rimmed red.
"Why am I the one feeling wronged?" she whispered, her voice shaking.
Snatching a tissue, she dabbed at her eyes, determined not to ruin her makeup.
But as she glanced down, she couldn't ignore the disparity between her figure and Yan Youlan's.
"Do all men prefer bigger chests?" she muttered bitterly.
Her frustration boiled over. Grabbing a wad of tissue, she stuffed it into her dress.
"There! Bigger in an instant!" she huffed.
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