Chapter 109 Pretending to Have Your Period

Wei Ziming looked at the exposed skin on her chest and swallowed hard. He knew her personality and knew that if he went over there, she might actually jump.

Thinking of this, he suppressed the heat in his heart, took a few steps back, and coaxed softly, "My dear wife, I won't go any further. Please come down, please come down..."

Seeing that his eyes were bloodshot and he reeked of alcohol, Ji Shu dared not relax in the slightest and only moved her foot slightly.

Her voice trembled: "Close the door and get out."

Wei Ziming raised his hands in surrender and retreated step by step to the door, indicating that he would leave now.

After stepping back and closing the door, Ji Shu saw that he had really left, and only then did she dare to get down from her trembling body.

As the footsteps faded into the distance, Ji Shu's tense body relaxed, and she trembled as she slid down from the windowsill.

In this situation, how could she not be afraid? If she fell, she would probably be smashed beyond recognition.

No sooner had the person stepped down than the door was suddenly flung open, and a dark figure lunged forward. "Ah—"

In an instant, Ji Shu was pinned heavily to the bed. Wei Ziming, panting heavily, looked at her, the hot, unpleasant smell of alcohol hitting her face: "Why don't you keep running, huh?"

As she spoke, she tried to untie her belt. Ji Shu struggled desperately, using both her hands and feet, but was slapped on the chin.

"Hiss—" Feeling the stinging sensation on his jaw, he knew that the skin was probably broken.

He then pressed her hand firmly onto the brocade quilt, looking at her with a cold, lustful gaze.

"Wow, that's some strength. I wonder if you'll still have that much strength when you're in bed."

Ji Shu wanted nothing more than to slap that face to pieces. Seeing her clothes scattered on the ground, Ji Shu suddenly raised her tear-filled face, her voice choked with sobs, "I'm not feeling well, young master, do you really have to force me like this?"

Wei Ziming was now ready to pounce, and he grabbed her hand to thrust it into his groin. But she recoiled in fear, her eyes filled with terror.

He then took a closer look at her face; she seemed somewhat pale, and her cheeks even had an abnormal flush.

He cursed inwardly, but then thought it was nothing, just a fever. He was already in this state, so even if he had to force himself, he had to play a trick on him.

After saying that, he threw the belt on the ground without a second thought and lowered his head to kiss her fragrant neck.

Ji Shu bit her lower lip hard, pinched Wei Ziming hard, and said loudly, "I'm on my period, does the young master still want to continue?"

Wei Ziming cried out in pain and looked up sharply. He saw that her expression did not seem to be fake. One thing after another had already ruined most of his interest.

Seeing him get up, Ji Shu hurriedly gathered her clothes and said urgently, "It's really here. I only found out today when I had a fever... It's absolutely true."

With a grim face, he ordered towards the door, "Bring a maid!"

In less than a quarter of an hour, a maid was brought in. Wei Ziming sat on the couch with a gloomy expression and said coldly, "Go and check if she has started menstruating."

"Yes, young master."

When Ji Shu entered the bath room, she took the gold hairpin from her temple when he was not paying attention and secretly cut her inner thigh.

Sure enough, when the maid saw the bloodstains, she immediately confirmed that it was indeed her period.

Wei Ziming had no choice but to give up, as anyone whose good mood would be ruined by such an interruption.

Although they weren't completely satisfied, they had at least tasted the sweetness. The warm and soft jade they had just touched had left them with an unforgettable aftertaste. It was indeed a delightful sensation, and it was no wonder that they couldn't forget such a beauty.

Ji Shu endured the pain and changed into her menstrual pad. When she came out, Wei Ziming's cheeks were still flushed, but his expression was much clearer.

He looked her up and down with an ambiguous expression and said, "Do you know that after tonight, there will be no more Wu Ji Shu in this world?"

Ji Shu's expression froze, her heart tightening: "What do you mean?"

He poured himself a cup of tea, slowly drank it, and didn't answer her question.

A bad feeling flashed through Ji Shu's mind, but she forced herself to remain calm and asked, "Young Master Wei, aren't you afraid that Marquis Yan will come looking for you?"

Wei Ziming suddenly laughed: "How do you know he didn't come looking for them? It's just a pity he didn't find them."

After saying that, he stared intently at Ji Shu's face, and seeing the disappointment flash in her eyes, he smiled even more smugly:

"Actually, think about it carefully. What's the point of following him? Marquis Yan is so much older than you. In less than ten years, Xingjian will definitely take that position. And my relationship with Xingjian? You should know that."

He stood up, took two steps forward, grabbed Ji Shu's hand, and inhaled deeply. "If you come with me, I guarantee the position of the matriarch of the Wei family will be yours. Isn't that better than following this old geezer?"

Ji Shu abruptly pulled her hand away, looking at his despicable appearance, she really wanted to vomit at him.

Although Pei Yanzhi was a scoundrel in many ways, he had never been so disgusting, and he would never beat his maidservant, treating her like a human being.

Seeing her angry expression, Wei Ziming rubbed his fingertips indifferently, "It's a pity you can't serve me today, then I'll stay for a few more days."

"By then, I will make sure you are clean and willingly waiting for me."

After he left, Ji Shu finally let her tears fall, the wound on the inside of her leg a reminder of what had happened.

She has less than seven days left. If that time comes, she will truly be left helpless.

Another day passed, and my body started to react. The wound on my leg became inflamed, causing a high fever, and I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep.

He fainted at dawn, but luckily Hua Lan, who was delivering food, glanced inside and called Geng Er.

Upon hearing this from the front yard, Wei Ziming rushed over and saw that her face was flushed red and she was talking incoherently.

His expression changed drastically, and he roared at Geng Er, "You were perfectly fine last night, how come you're so sick today?"

Geng Er lowered his eyes and reported, "My lord, there is no one serving in the room, and the door is tightly closed..."

The implication was that there wasn't even anyone to serve her, so how could they know she had a fever? This Lady Ji may seem delicate on the outside, but she's actually quite tough and managed to endure it for so long.

Wei Ziming's expression turned serious, and he asked again, "Where is that girl named Chunzhi?"

"It's still locked in the woodshed."

"Have her come and serve you." He frowned and ordered, "Go to the pharmacy and get some medicine for typhoid fever."

Geng Er accepted the order and withdrew, knowing it was better to avoid trouble and that it was not convenient to invite the doctor into the mansion at this time.

In the afternoon, Ji Shu slowly woke up and vaguely saw Chunzhi napping at the table. She gently lifted the curtain, and Chunzhi immediately woke up.

I almost fell to the ground without realizing it.

"You're such a grown-up, yet you're still so clumsy!" Ji Shu's voice was weak, but her tone contained a smile.

Upon seeing Chunzhi again, he pondered that he was right after all; he was still worried about him and hurriedly asked Chunzhi to come and serve him.

Chunzhi wiped away her tears and smiled, "It's good that you're safe, Miss... I've been so worried these past few days." Her voice was choked with sobs.

"I'm terrified something might happen... If anything were to happen to you, I wouldn't want to live either!"

"Your daughter will definitely get you out safely." Ji Shu tapped her forehead, her eyes full of certainty.