"It's nothing serious, Dean, there's no need to be nervous. I just wanted to ask you why girls experience abdominal pain during their periods."
The dean, on the other end of the phone, had thought of countless questions Mo Jingchen might ask, but he never expected this one.
For a moment, I didn't know how to answer, and I paused for a few seconds.
"What, is this question...difficult to answer?" Mo Jingchen tightened his grip on his phone slightly, looking at the night view outside the floor-to-ceiling window with a slight frown.
"But there's nothing wrong with answering that. I just didn't expect President Mo to call so late to inquire about this matter," the dean said with a laugh on the other end of the phone.
Mo Jingchen did not continue speaking, but waited for the dean to speak.
"Actually, it's normal for girls to have stomach aches during that time. The thing to be careful about is avoiding contact with cold water and not eating cold or spicy foods. Usually, this will subside after a day."
"Okay, I understand, thank you, Dean. It's so late, I won't bother you any longer."
After exchanging pleasantries, Mo Jingchen hung up the phone and recalled the dinner he had that day: very oily and spicy, and he even ate ice cream!
It seems I'll need to control her diet from now on, and I can't let her do whatever she wants!
After circling today's date on his desk calendar, Mo Jingchen capped his pen and returned to his bedroom.
After making sure he wasn't cold at all, he lifted the blanket and wrapped it around An Yiruo from behind.
He pulled her into his arms and placed his large hand back on An Yiruo's lower abdomen.
Feeling the warmth in her sleep, An Yiruo instinctively moved closer to Mo Jingchen.
The next day, An Yiruo was woken up by her phone alarm. Just as she was about to get out of bed, Mo Jingchen spoke up, "Are you feeling better? Should I ask for a day off for you?"
"Much better. It's nothing."
An Yiruo threw off the covers and got out of bed. The pain had lessened considerably, and now only a slight discomfort remained.
After breakfast, the two went to their respective companies separately, as usual.
"Yi Ruo, what's wrong? You look so listless!" Zhang Yuanyuan came over to check on An Yi Ruo.
"It's nothing, it's just my period," An Yiruo said, closing her eyes and leaning back in her chair. Her back ached, and she felt uncomfortable all over.
"I'll get you a cup of hot water. Sit down and rest for a while."
"Thank you, Yuanyuan," An Yiruo said, giving Zhang Yuanyuan a grateful look.
"You're being too polite with me."
During lunch break, An Yiruo did not go to Mo Jingchen's office for lunch, but instead went to a noodle shop downstairs with Zhang Yuanyuan.
In this kind of weather, eating a bowl of hot noodles is just so comforting.
"Yuanyuan, do you still want to go on blind dates? I think with your looks and talent, you don't need to go down that path. Besides, you're still young."
"I have to say, after what happened last night, I've decided to take it easy for now. Ineffective blind dates really don't offer me any real help."
"Hmm? Judging from your tone... something's up?" An Yiruo took a bite of noodles, looked up at Zhang Yuanyuan.
“The blind date I mistakenly went with last night… he’s just too perfect. So much so that no matter how much I try to convince myself, I can’t forget him,” Zhang Yuanyuan said with a helpless and slightly bitter smile.
"Why didn't you leave your contact information back then?"
"I was already embarrassed enough at the time, and I just wanted to find a crack to crawl into. I couldn't think about anything else," Zhang Yuanyuan said with a regretful expression.
“In that case, if you are destined to meet again,” An Yiruo comforted her.
"It's alright, how could I, Zhang Yuanyuan, be so dejected because of a man! Let's eat. Let's turn our longing into appetite!"
...
As the year draws to a close, the company is getting busy, and preparations for the company's annual meeting are proceeding smoothly.
"An'an, you must be President Mo's dance partner at this year's annual party!" Zhang Yuanyuan said with a smile as she slid down a chair to An Yiruo's side.
"At the annual party, someone of our level probably isn't qualified to be the president's dance partner, is she?" An Yiru reminded Zhang Yuanyuan in a businesslike manner.
"Oh right, you two haven't gone public yet! Another chance to see your sweet moments gone."
Zhang Yuanyuan left, somewhat disappointed.
An Yiruo sat at her workstation, staring at the computer screen, lost in thought. She and Mo Jingchen had been together for some time now, and they had confirmed their feelings for each other.
Regarding going public... it is indeed in the planning stages, but it won't happen so soon.
When they got home that evening, at the dinner table, An Yiruo leaned close to Mo Jingchen and asked, "Chen, who was your dance partner at the company's annual party?"
Why are you suddenly asking this?
Mo Jingchen picked up some food and put it into An Yiruo's bowl.
"It's nothing, it's just that my colleagues at the company have been talking about it, and I'm curious too, so I wanted to ask."
"I have no dance partner."
"Huh? Why?" An Yiruo asked, slightly shocked.
“An’an doesn’t want to be my dance partner, so naturally I have no dance partner.” Mo Jingchen still managed to sound a little aggrieved.
“We haven’t officially announced our relationship to the public yet, so it’s not appropriate for me to be your dance partner.”
An Yiruo went back to her seat and continued eating.
"You little ingrate! You were the one who said that announcing it to the public would affect your internship! Now you're blaming me for not announcing it sooner?"
"I don't."
Mo Jingchen found it amusing to see An Yiruo looking at him with a mixture of wanting and not wanting, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"why are you laughing?"
"I'm laughing... at some stubborn little duckling."
An Yiruo rolled her eyes and ignored her.
But when I heard that Mo Jingchen wouldn't have a dance partner at the annual party, a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders.
He certainly didn't want his husband to be dancing and cuddling with another woman.
"With the Lunar New Year approaching, should we prepare New Year's gifts for Mom, Dad, and Grandma?"
"You can make these decisions."
"But... I'm not quite sure what their preferences are. What if they don't like what I buy?"
This is An Yiruo's first New Year in the Mo family as a daughter-in-law, so she naturally wants to prepare well to please her elders.
"Don't worry, even if you buy a vest, they'll like it as long as it's something you bought."
"I knew it, asking would be pointless. Never mind, I won't ask you anymore. I'll figure it out myself."
After finishing her meal, An Yiruo lay on the table, thinking about what to do next.
At this moment, Mo Jingchen suddenly spoke up: "This year, your uncle's family will also be coming back for the New Year. They live abroad for a long time and we don't see each other on weekdays."
"Ah, then I..."
"Why are you so nervous? Are you afraid they'll eat you?" Mo Jingchen leaned closer to her, teasing her.
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