Chapter 70 Marital Life, How Many Times a Week?
Qu He suddenly stopped.
...Really?
At a time like this?
God, don't play this joke on me!
It's freezing!
Zhuang Bieyan noticed her stiffness, stopped kissing her, and asked in a suppressed hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"
Qu He suddenly jumped away from his embrace, her face burning red.
She practically tumbled off the bed, her embarrassed and desperate voice echoing in the darkness:
"Zhuang Bieyan! Wait... I... I think I've started my period!"
The air froze instantly.
The light is on.
All the romance and ambiguity from before vanished.
Zhuang Bieyan chuckled softly, with a hint of helplessness and indulgence in his voice.
He reached out and took the things from her hands, threw them into the trash can, and pulled her into his arms. "I'll take care of it."
Qu He buried her face in his chest.
This is utterly shameful! Is it too late for them to immigrate to outer space?!
Qu He went to the bathroom to deal with the situation, her mind a complete mess.
She opened her period tracking app on her phone and saw that it was indeed almost time, but she always had a few days late, so who would have thought that this time it would be on time.
But it just so happens to be at this crucial juncture...
No wonder I felt emotionally volatile and physically unwell the past two days.
She looked at her flushed cheeks in the mirror, let out a sigh, and helplessly tossed her hair.
It couldn't have been those few sips of wine that brought it here, could it?
It really is true that a woman's life is controlled by hormones.
Qu He lingered in the bathroom, the scenes from earlier replaying in her mind. She didn't know how to face Zhuang Bieyan.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Zhuang Bieyan's voice came from outside the door: "Are you alright? Do you need anything?"
Qu He tidied her hair and quickly replied, "Okay, I'll be right out!"
She took a deep breath and opened the door.
Back in the room, the sheets had been changed by Zhuang Bieyan, but he wasn't there.
She was still in a daze when she heard footsteps behind her.
Turning around, I saw him walk in carrying a cup of brown sugar water.
"Drink a little, it will make you feel better." He handed her the cup.
Qu He took the cup. She remembered that they had run out of brown sugar at home a long time ago. "When did you buy the brown sugar?"
“I bought it at the supermarket yesterday, you didn’t see it,” he said casually. “Judging by the time, it should be around these days for you.”
He estimated it based on the normal cycle, but unexpectedly, it came in handy this time.
I remember the last time I had menstrual cramps, he was like this too...
She sipped the brown sugar water slowly, the warmth sliding down her throat into her stomach.
After finishing the drink, she rinsed her mouth and then went back to bed.
At first, I didn't feel anything, but soon, that familiar feeling of heaviness and soreness returned, coming in waves.
She dared not turn over carelessly, fearing leakage, so she could only lie stiffly on her back, her hands resting on her lower abdomen, gently rubbing it in circles without any particular method.
The pain didn't subside, but fatigue and drowsiness set in, and her consciousness began to become hazy.
Half-asleep, I felt the blanket being pulled, and a pair of warm hands gently covered me.
Zhuang Bieyan pulled her closer to him, making her more comfortable against him.
His palms were warm, and he gently massaged her lower abdomen with just the right amount of pressure, his touch soothing.
"Does it hurt a lot?"
"..Um."
"Is it always this painful?" His voice came close to the back of her neck, tinged with concern.
"Um....."
Qu He nestled in his arms, and upon hearing his words, her heart ached, and she let out an honest yet aggrieved hum.
She could clearly feel that the breathing behind her became heavier after she finished speaking.
"Actually, it's not so bad."
She felt a little like comforting him, "It usually hurts more in the first two days, and then you don't feel anything in the next few days. It might be related to the cold food I've been eating these past few days."
"Next time, start drinking something warm a few days in advance. Don't sneak any more cold drinks, okay?" His voice was muffled, but his movements became even gentler.
"Okay..." she replied softly.
"Go to sleep, I'll massage it for you." He gently kissed the top of her head.
"Hmm..." Qu He closed her eyes with peace of mind.
Before falling asleep, she vaguely thought that life wasn't so hard to endure after all.
The night was long, but someone was watching over me, so I slept soundly.
......
During her period, Qu He noticed that the dishes on the table became particularly healthy.
Long-lost medicinal tonic soups have made a comeback, featuring ingredients like angelica, astragalus, and codonopsis...
Qu He looked at the dark soup and felt a chill run down her spine; her stomach began to feel bitter.
But whether it was psychological or because of Zhuang Bieyan's care, her period this time was indeed not as uncomfortable as last time.
In the morning, Qu He changed her clothes and walked out of her room. She was stunned when she saw the person sitting on the sofa.
Zhuang Bieyan didn't wear his usual suit, but a basic white short-sleeved shirt paired with loose black jeans, making him look fresh and upright.
The sunlight fell on him, making him look like a strikingly handsome young college student, the kind of campus heartthrob who would turn heads wherever he went.
Qu He looked a little shy, but still couldn't bear to look away: "Why are you dressed like this today? Don't you have to go to the company?"
Zhuang Bieyan put away his phone and stood up. "I'm taking the day off today. I'll take you somewhere."
The first half of the sentence shocked Qu He even more than the second half.
"You... President Zhuang needs to ask for leave?"
Zhuang Bieyan chuckled, picked up a baseball cap from the sofa, and put it on her head, just enough to cover her surprised eyes.
"Zhuang's is a listed company, and the president also has to clock in. However, I've been working almost year-round for the past few years, and the vacation days I've accumulated are enough for us to squander for quite a while."
At this point, he leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice, and said in a coaxing tone, "So, Mrs. Zhuang, shouldn't you start thinking about where we should go for our honeymoon?"
Qu He: "...."
She was thankful for the hat, which perfectly covered her bright red cheeks and ear tips.
The black Maybach drove along the road, and the street scene outside the window became increasingly unfamiliar.
Seeing that they were about to leave the city center, Qu He turned her head and asked, "Where are we going?"
"I'm going to see someone." Zhuang Bieyan looked ahead, his tone calm.
"Oh..." Qu He subconsciously tightened her grip on the seatbelt.
Zhuang Bieyan caught a glimpse of her subtle movements out of the corner of his eye.
He gently took her hand in his, saying, "Don't be nervous, she's very kind and easy to get along with."
kind?
Qu He became even more nervous.
Are we going to meet some elder of the Zhuang family?
The car finally stopped at the entrance of an alley.
The two got out of the car, and Zhuang Bieyan led her inside.
The alley was quiet and secluded. After turning two corners, we stopped in front of a courtyard house.
The building features blue bricks and gray tiles, a vermilion gate, and an ebony plaque above the gate bearing the three large characters "Yan Ji Tang".
This brushstroke is clearly the work of a master.
Qu He was even more puzzled, and looked up at him, "This is..."
Zhuang Bieyan gave her a reassuring look and then knocked on the brass ring on the door.
Soon, footsteps could be heard coming from inside the door.
The door opened, and a woman in a light blue Suzhou-embroidered cheongsam appeared behind it. Seeing them, she smiled and greeted them, "You've come?"
The woman's hair was styled in an elegant updo, and her eyes and brows exuded the gentle grace of a classic Chinese beauty.
Qu He felt that she looked familiar, but couldn't remember where she had seen her before.
The woman's gaze fell on Qu He, and her smile deepened. "Hello, Qu He. I'm Yu Jiayu. I often hear Liu Yue mention you."
Yu Jiayu?
Qu He suddenly realized that she was Yu Shan's older sister! No wonder she looked familiar; the siblings did indeed have some resemblance in their features.
"Hello, Sister Jiayu," Qu He greeted her quickly.
"Come in quickly," Yu Jiayu stepped aside, "Grandma is already waiting inside."
Grandma? Qu He was led inside by Zhuang Bieyan, looking completely bewildered.
Zhuang Bieyan noticed her confusion and explained in a low voice, "Jia Yu and Yu Shan's maternal grandmother are very experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctors."
Traditional Chinese Medicine!!!
Qu Hedun stood there, his pupils dilated, and almost instinctively wanted to shake off Zhuang Bieyan's hand and run away.
She's been afraid of bitter things since she was a child, let alone traditional Chinese medicine. Director Lian once let slip that she had a serious illness when she was a child and it took her a month of taking traditional Chinese medicine to recover.
Just hearing about it, Qu He could imagine the bitter taste of the medicine, let alone drinking it.
“I’m not going!” she protested.
But Zhuang Bieyan seemed to have been prepared, holding her tightly and not letting go no matter how much she struggled: "You don't need medicine. We just came to see you and let Grandma Yan take your pulse."
Qu He's face was filled with the words "I don't believe it."
Since we've come all this way to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, how could we possibly go home empty-handed? We absolutely have to take these!
She's 27, not a three-year-old.
She clung to the doorframe, refusing to move, making a final stand.
"Zhuang Bieyan, menstrual cramps are really normal, it's really nothing to worry about! But if I drink Chinese medicine, it will really cause problems! I'll suffer so much that I'll lose the will to live!"
Zhuang Bieyan looked at her acting like a spoiled child, a smile flashed across his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it and lowered his eyelashes.
He released her hand, gently grasped her arm, and spoke in a low voice, tinged with grievance and a sense of brokenness.
“Ahe, just take a look, okay? Every time I see you pale with pain, I can’t do anything about it. I feel so bad here…” He took her hand and gently pressed it against his chest.
Is this... really the same shrewd and resourceful business elite, Zhuang Jiayushu?
Isn't this just like a heartbroken young college student who's been rejected?
A combination of feigned injury and a charm offensive! This man is so cunning! No wonder he was dressed like this today, waiting for her here!
Even though I knew he was doing it on purpose, his rare appearance, combined with his flawless face, was incredibly captivating.
Damn it!
Qu He's heart was shamefully shaken!
Sure enough, a sense of brokenness is a man's best dowry; I cherished it deeply.
Male beauty can be misleading! When faced with stunning beauty, principles must be set aside!
She gritted her teeth, but finally gave in, saying in despair, "...Fine, fine, I'll just take a look. I promised I wouldn't take the medicine!"
The dejection in Zhuang Bieyan's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a fleeting triumphant smile. He put his arm around her shoulder and led her into the inner room.
The smell of Chinese medicine was even stronger in the inner room.
As soon as they entered, they saw a female doctor with silver hair sitting behind a mahogany table. When she saw them, she smiled kindly and said, "You've come. Please have a seat."
Qu He greeted her obediently, "Hello, Grandma Yan."
"Don't be nervous, child," Grandma Yan said gently. "Ayan has probably told me about your situation."
She pointed to the pulse pillow on the table, "Come on, put your hand here, Grandma will take a look at it for you."
Qu He placed her wrist on it, and Grandma Yan extended three fingers, gently placing them on her wrist, closing her eyes and concentrating on taking her pulse.
The room fell silent for a moment, with only the faint chirping of birds outside the window.
Time passed by, and Grandma Yan remained silent, only occasionally adjusting the position of her fingertips.
What are you most afraid of when going to the doctor?
What I fear most is a doctor remaining silent!
Qu He's heart was in her throat, and she subconsciously turned to look at Zhuang Bieyan beside her.
But he noticed that his gaze was focused on Grandma Yan's fingers as she took her pulse, his brows furrowed and his expression serious.
Seeing his appearance, Qu He calmed down considerably.
She reached out her other hand and quietly tugged at his trouser leg, giving him a reassuring smile.
Finally, Grandma Yan withdrew her hand and opened her eyes.
Her gaze swept over the two of them, her tone gentle yet direct: "How is your sex life usually? How many times a week?"
Qu He: "...!!!"
The air froze instantly.
The urge to escape that I had finally managed to suppress resurfaced...
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