Chapter 54 Gluing is physically demanding
Su Ruan's breath hitched; that burning hint pierced straight into her heart.
"President Yan's threat sounds more like an invitation."
She steadied her slightly erratic heartbeat and, with a backhand motion, stuffed a piece of hawthorn cake into his slightly parted lips.
"Eat something first, it takes too much energy to gag yourself."
Yan Tingnan's Adam's apple bobbed, a sweet and sour taste spreading on the tip of his tongue, and the undercurrent in his eyes surged even deeper.
He didn't speak, but chewed slowly and deliberately.
The car has smoothly glided into the VIP entrance of the terminal.
Jing Huai stood beside the car, opened the car door, took the car keys from Yan Tingnan, and handed over the boarding pass.
"Mr. Yan, the formalities have been completed. You can board the plane at any time through the VIP channel."
"Um."
Yan Tingnan nodded and got out of the carriage first.
Su Ruan followed and got down. As soon as she stood up, a familiar feeling of heaviness suddenly spread from deep in her lower abdomen, followed by a faint cramping pain.
Oh no!
She paused, her face instantly losing some color.
My period came early, without any warning.
Another tribulation is about to begin.
Yan Tingnan was waiting for her sideways, his gaze sweeping over her slightly furrowed brows.
"What's wrong?"
"fine."
Su Ruanqiang struggled to keep up and stepped forward.
My lower abdomen felt like it was being filled with ice, heavy and painful as it sank downwards, and my back ached as well.
Yan Tingnan didn't press further, leaving with a single sentence.
"Keep up."
The VIP lane security check proceeded smoothly without any obstruction.
Jing Huai led the way, and they soon arrived at the VIP lounge.
The environment is elegant and quiet, with soft lighting.
Yan Tingnan chose a quiet spot further inside and gestured for Su Ruan to sit down.
As soon as Su Ruan sat down on the edge of the sofa, the throbbing pain suddenly intensified.
Her body stiffened, and she cursed her bad luck inwardly.
Su Ruan curled up, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.
This calamity came suddenly and violently.
Yan Tingnan didn't sit down, but stood in front of her.
His gaze fell on her hand, which she instinctively covered her lower abdomen.
"Wait."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the service desk at the other end of the lounge.
However, Yan Tingnan turned back shortly afterward.
He was holding a small dark blue velvet bag with the airline's logo printed on it.
He walked up to her and half-squatted down.
The height difference made Su Ruan's heart skip a beat.
Yan Tingnan didn't say anything, but simply stuffed the small bag into her hand.
The velvet bag, still warm from his palm, felt heavy in his hand.
Su Ruan opened it with a puzzled look.
Inside, there were several individually wrapped sanitary napkins neatly stacked, a small pack of hand warmers, and even a small box of painkillers!
She suddenly looked up at him, her almond-shaped eyes filled with astonishment.
How did you know?
Yan Tingnan remained calm and composed, his voice low and steady.
"I touched your wrist in the car just now."
"A deep, thready, tight, and hesitant pulse indicates a cold constitution and uterus, which are signs of premenstrual syndrome."
He paused, then asked directly.
"With your weak constitution and deficiency of qi and blood, you must have spent a lot of time rolling around in bed when the pain comes, right?"
Su Ruan's almond-shaped eyes widened in complete astonishment.
He even knows this?
"Taking the pulse?"
This was completely beyond her understanding of a top capitalist.
Yan Tingnan stood up straight and explained to her without changing his expression.
"I used to be in special forces, in jungles and swamps, and in polar ice fields."
"Survival training, battlefield first aid, you have to know a little bit of everything."
"Identifying herbs, treating external injuries, and using the four diagnostic methods of observation, listening, questioning, and palpation are essential skills for saving one's life."
Su Ruan was even more surprised.
"You can even feel a woman's pulse?!"
"Your pulse pattern, indicating cold constitution and blood stasis, is not difficult to diagnose."
As he spoke, Yan Tingnan raised his chin and pointed to the corner of the lounge.
"The restroom is over there."
There were no unnecessary questions, no awkward glances, only the most direct and effective solutions.
Su Ruan clutched the heavy bag of relief supplies, said no more, and got up to go to the restroom.
After returning home, the chill and pain in my lower abdomen had not subsided; in fact, they had worsened due to the movement I had just made.
She slowly sat down, holding onto the sofa armrest, her lips paling slightly.
A steaming cup of tea was silently pushed in front of her.
A few slices of ginger and a plump red date were settling in the deep amber-colored tea.
The sweet and warm aroma of ginger, mixed with the caramelized sweetness of brown sugar, gently wafts into the nasal cavity.
"Drink it," Yan Tingnan said in a commanding tone.
Su Ruan picked up the warm bone china cup.
The steam stung her eyelashes as she sipped the hot liquid, which slid down her throat and soothed her way to her stomach.
After the initial spiciness, a lingering sweetness follows.
She put down the cup, her lips slightly flushed from the steam.
Looking up at Yan Tingnan, who had sat down again opposite him, he was looking down at an electronic document.
"Mr. Yan, isn't your scope of business a bit too broad? From capital operations to gynecological experts?"
Yan Tingnan's gaze didn't leave the screen; his knuckles tapped lightly on the armrest.
"Did you take your medicine?"
"not yet."
Su Ruan answered honestly that the pain was still within her tolerance level.
"It's an old problem, I can just tough it out, but if I take too much, I'll become dependent on it."
"eat."
He interrupted her, his gaze sweeping over the small bag she had placed beside her.
"The one in the bag."
"For me, there is no option to tough it out."
Su Ruan: "..."
The father-son relationship's control is truly all-pervasive.
"Yes, Dr. Yan."
Su Ruan resignedly took out the painkillers and swallowed them with warm ginger tea.
After drinking the ginger tea, I rested for a while.
The boarding announcement sounded.
Jing Huai appeared silently, reminding Yan Tingnan.
"Mr. Yan, you may board the plane now."
Yan Tingnan put away the tablet and stood up, his gaze sweeping over Su Ruan's still somewhat pale face.
"Walk."
Jing Huai led the way, and the three of them passed through a private passage and boarded the plane directly.
Inside the spacious first-class cabin, Jing Huai had already arranged their carry-on luggage, and they sat next to each other.
Yan Tingnan gestured for Su Ruan to sit down by the window.
The first-class seats were spacious, but Su Ruan was curled up like a shrimp, her brows furrowed.
The painkillers hadn't fully taken effect yet, and a chill crept up my lower abdomen.
"blanket."
Yan Tingnan's voice came from the side; it was addressed to the flight attendant.
A thick, soft cashmere blanket arrived quickly.
Yan Tingnan took it and covered her with it.
"Cover it tightly."
The commands are concise.
"Take a nap."
He then opened the tablet next to his chair and dimmed the overhead reading light.
She didn't try to be defiant, but just gave a soft "hmm".
Su Ruan pulled the blanket up a little higher and huddled inside, like a young animal that had been carefully wrapped up.
With the engines roaring, the plane climbed steadily.
The feeling of weightlessness intensified the cramping pain in her abdomen, and Su Ruan let out a muffled groan.
Suddenly, a large, dry, warm hand covered her lower abdomen.
Su Ruan froze.
His palm was burning hot, his pressure steady, pressing down on her spasming pain points through the thin fabric.
A strange warmth flowed into his palm, forcefully dispelling the bone-chilling cold.
She instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but he held it down even tighter.
"Don't move."
Su Ruan stopped moving.
The warmth was so tempting, like the only campfire on a cold night.
She let herself absorb it.
Su Ruan turned her head, her cheek brushing against the cool leather seat back, her voice muffled by the blanket.
"President Yan's method is more effective than a hand warmer."
Yan Tingnan's gaze remained fixed on the cold light of the flat surface, but his fingertip pressed lightly on her lower abdomen as a warning.
He didn't respond to her suggestion about the hook, but simply said, "Close your eyes and go to sleep."
Su Ruan wisely kept quiet.
Perhaps it was the painkillers and ginger tea that worked, or perhaps it was the warmth of his palm that was so soothing.
The tense body gradually relaxed, and the breathing gradually became calm.
A wave of weariness washed over me.
After an unknown amount of time, the plane encountered turbulence and shook slightly.
Su Ruan's body tilted due to inertia, and her head landed heavily on Yan Tingnan's shoulder.
She was completely unaware, her breathing even and shallow.
Yan Tingnan's fingers, which were scrolling through the screen, paused.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the head resting on his shoulder.
His dark hair brushed against the side of his neck, making it slightly itchy.
The girl's faint, sweet fragrance wafted into my nostrils.
He remained silent for a moment, but did not push it away.
I slightly adjusted my posture.
The relaxation of her neck and shoulders allowed her to rest more comfortably on her pillow.
At this moment, the flight attendant walked to his side, her red lips slightly parted, about to ask in a low voice.
Yan Tingnan suddenly looked up.
He shook his head slightly, raised his index finger, and made a shushing gesture.
The flight attendant immediately understood, nodded slightly, and then left.
Yan Tingnan's gaze returned to her shoulder.
Su Ruan unconsciously rubbed against his shoulder and let out a muffled murmur.
His eyes darkened slightly as he let her rely on him.
The corner of her lips twitched slightly.
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