That's awkward.

How can I live without sanitary pads or overnight pants?

My lower body felt sticky and uncomfortable, and blood would gush out with the slightest movement. Knowing that my pants were dirty, I figured the sheets must be dirty too. As someone with mild OCD, I couldn't stand it.

I remember I didn't have this much on my first day before.

It must be a side effect of the emergency contraceptive pill I took last time.

Thinking of this incident, I glared at one of the culprits.

"Did you buy it?" He seemed to notice my gaze, looked at me, and asked casually.

What does it have to do with him? He's asking on purpose, just to see me make a fool of myself, isn't he?

I ignored him, threw off the covers and got out of bed, enduring the bloating in my lower abdomen and the sticky discomfort in my lower body, and slowly walked towards the bathroom.

My right arm strain hasn't healed yet, and it hurts every time I move it. It took a lot of effort and a long time to clean myself up.

I was just wondering whether I should just use toilet paper as a makeshift toilet when the bathroom door was pushed open from the outside.

"What are you doing?!"

I quickly covered my lower body with a bath towel.

Men Kong was dressed in jeans and a white shirt, looking as refreshing as Fu Yanshen.

He raised an eyebrow and curled his lips into a smile. "What are you hiding? What haven't I done?"

He used the word "play" in a despicable way.

I grabbed the showerhead, intending to spray him with water.

However, at that moment he threw a plastic bag at me, and the bag landed right in the washbasin.

Inside the transparent convenience store shopping bag lay the sanitary napkins and overnight pants I desperately needed...

Where did he come from?

I looked at him, but he had already disappeared through the doorway.

Did he buy it for me?

What a scoundrel! Why would he suddenly be so kind?

Let alone our relationship now, even before things got so bad, he was always reluctant to buy these things for me.

Back then, I was also love-struck and always thought that it was a sweet thing for a man to buy sanitary products for a woman between couples or spouses.

Once, I deliberately hid some unused sanitary napkins and asked him to go to the supermarket at the entrance of our community to buy me a few packs.

He frowned, his face showing impatience, and without saying a word, he went to the dressing room and came out with several bags a short while later.

That's what I hid.

"Aren't there still plenty in the closet?" he asked casually.

A clueless, unromantic straight man.

I went up to him, hugged his waist, looked up at him, and, mustering my courage, said stubbornly, "I just want you to buy it for me."

The man pinched the bridge of his nose, looking very impatient. He looked at me and said coldly, "Sheng Qiaoqiao, I'm very busy."

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, I won't make a fuss anymore," I quickly coaxed him.

It's very humble.

I snapped out of my reverie about my past life and really wanted to throw all those packs of sanitary napkins into the trash can.

But I couldn't bear to.

Because it is a necessity.

When I returned to the ward, the bed had been made clean and tidy, and the air was filled with a faint scent of Chinese herbal medicine.

On the bedside table, a glass was filled to about eight-tenths full with brown liquid, steam rising from its rim.

There was also a medicine box next to it—Motherwort Granules.

Was it Fu Yanshen who rushed in?

He was nowhere to be seen in the ward.

Ah, he's gone to keep his childhood sweetheart company.

Remembering how he had so despicablely protected his two "younger brothers" and "younger sisters," I gritted my teeth, refused to accept his kindness, and went straight to bed.

I don't know how much time passed, but in a daze, the man hugged me from behind. His hand touched my lower abdomen and gently rubbed it, and a warm feeling came from his palm.

I shifted my body, adjusted to a comfortable sleeping position, and soon drifted back into a deep and peaceful sleep...

For several days in a row, Fu Yanshen came to sleep in the ward every night. I racked my brains but couldn't avoid him because he had my dad as his "assistant".

He sends a nanny to keep an eye on me every day.

After being discharged from the hospital, my father forced me to return to the home where Fu Yanshen and I lived.

I had just gone up to the second floor when I saw Shi Xia coming down from the third floor with her suitcase.

Is she moving out?

How could Fu Yanshen bear to part with it?

Upon seeing me, Shi Xia's lips curled up, her eyes narrowed, and her gaze held undisguised contempt.

I ignored her and headed towards the master bedroom.

"How could the car accident that day have been such a coincidence? I ran into the middle of the road, and it just so happened that it was your car."

The girl's soft voice came from behind me, and I stopped.

She was implying something in her words.

I turned around abruptly. Shi Xia crossed her arms and stood a short distance away, her face full of provocation. Her expression was completely different from the innocent and naive one she had shown in front of Fu Yanshen.

However, having seen her two-faced nature so often, I wasn't surprised.

"The car accident was a scheme you and Fu Ren conspired to frame me for, wasn't it?" I asked as I walked towards her. "Fu Ren was acting on your orders!"

I clenched my fists.

Shi Xia proudly raised her chin.

"You can't just say things carelessly. Ah Ren would rather have Brother Fu cut off a finger than say anything carelessly..." she said with a smile, looking smug.

She's playing dirty tricks on me again, using both veiled and overt language, being incredibly manipulative and hypocritical.

In effect, she admitted that Fu Ren was acting under her orders!

It only dawned on me then that the car accident that day was indeed a coincidence.

Looking back now, it was all part of their plan.

Fu Ren must have touched my brakes while my car was being serviced, and Shi Xia timed it perfectly, darting out from the section of road in the neighborhood I was driving through.

This created the illusion that I deliberately drove my car into her.

Afterwards, Fu Ren took the opportunity to fix my brakes, so that even if I said the brakes were broken, no one would believe me. Instead, they would think I was lying on purpose to cover up the truth.

I clenched my fists tightly.

"Shi Xia, you went to such lengths to scheme against me, aren't you afraid I'll actually run you over?" I mocked.

She was really ruthless to frame me, risking her own life.

Shi Xia laughed, "Who told you to be so stupid that it gave me so much confidence?"

I was stunned for a moment before I understood what she meant.

She was certain I would swerve to avoid her!

This summer, someone actually used my conscience to frame and frame me.

But then there are people like Fu Ren who would rather cut off their own finger than not protect her!

"Shi Xia, aren't you afraid I'll tell Fu Yanshen the truth?" I asked angrily.

Shi Xia seemed to have heard a funny joke, "Tell Brother Fu? Do you think he'll believe me or you?"

She looked smug and made sarcastic remarks about me.

I really wanted to slap her a few more times.

However, what she said was true.

She dared to be so arrogant in front of me, admitting that she instructed Fu Ren, because Fu Yanshen was backing her up.

"Are you really a pampered young lady? You got into a car accident and almost died, and Brother Fu didn't do anything for you. How pitiful."

Shi Xia frowned, looking at me with sympathy in her eyes, but a gloating smile was playing on her lips.

After she finished speaking to me, she picked up her suitcase, smiled smugly, and turned to go downstairs.

"ah--"

Unexpectedly, she missed a step and tumbled down the slope with her suitcase.