Chapter 50 Chapter 50 Stupid or Not
Seeing that she looked uneasy and was pressing her abdomen tightly, Jiang Yue knew she was in pain. He reached out to support her and said, "Lean on me."
At this time, his tone was unprecedentedly gentle, even gentle as water.
Wen Yao really wanted to ignore him out of spite, but her body couldn't do it, so she leaned on him obediently.
Jiang Yue looked at her and commented softly, "Are you stupid? Watch less romance dramas in the future."
Wen Yao bit her lip, took a deep breath, suppressed her anger and ignored him.
Jiang Yue looked at her pale face and stopped talking to her.
He is indeed stupid, foolish and dumb, but... no one has ever risked their lives for him like this.
His parents, Huang Qianyi and Jiang Shaoming, had a very thorough business marriage. Huang Qianyi looked down on Jiang Shaoming's gentleness and mediocrity, and Jiang Shaoming could not stand Huang Qianyi's strong will and tyranny. The two either quarreled or were in a state of cold violence of ignoring each other.
His mother Huang Qianyi felt that marrying the mediocre Jiang Shaoming was a shame for her, so from the moment he was born, Huang Qianyi was determined to train him to become an amazing next generation and had extremely high expectations for him.
A few years later, Jiang Shaoming stopped coming home altogether, and their relationship grew increasingly distant. Meanwhile, his grandfather's family, Huang Qianyi's own family, was struggling and declared bankruptcy. This was a devastating blow to Huang Qianyi. With her family bankrupt and her husband incompetent and unfaithful, she could no longer relax her discipline for her only son.
When he was five years old, his grandfather’s old friend brought his grandson to play at home. In order to appease the friend’s grandson, his grandfather took out his favorite aircraft carrier model and gave it to the child to play with. However, the child was less than four years old and was at the age of strong destructive power. He was worried that his beloved thing would be broken, but he did not dare to disobey his grandfather. So he had to go to his mother to talk about it and ask his mother to help him get the aircraft carrier back.
However, his mother told him that he had to solve his own problems, and that it was his toy and he had to protect it himself.
But that was Grandpa, the most decisive man in the family. Even his father, Jiang Shaoming, didn't dare to offend him, let alone him. He didn't dare go, and the aircraft carrier was indeed damaged. Grandpa didn't care about it, just telling his friends that it was okay and they could buy another one. His mother criticized him for being as cowardly as his father, and he could only hide in his room, hugging the broken aircraft carrier and crying silently.
Later, his parents divorced. He had begun to understand things and knew that it was inevitable, but he was still sad and confused. His grandfather noticed that he was in a bad state, but just told him that it was inevitable and he could only accept it calmly and not let his emotions affect his studies.
Later, he went abroad to study on his own, attended his first high-level company meeting, and took on management duties right from the start. He was so used to facing so many firsts and so many difficult problems on his own that no one would have thought he needed help. A few years later, he really no longer needed help. In the eyes of others, he was the current crown prince of the Jiang family, the future helmsman of the group. Such a person was undoubtedly powerful, so why would he need help?
Only a fool like this would think that he needed her help and endure the pain to drink a glass of ice wine.
He was clearly the villain she had portrayed, a perpetrator of murder and arson, yet she still helped him with such confidence and courage, not afraid that he would plot against her.
But...it turns out this is what it feels like to be helped and protected by others. It's as if a fire is burning in my heart, or as if it has melted into a pool of water, yet I feel a faint pain for her.
Just then, the elevator stopped with a clang.
Wen Yao was shocked and gasped. She clenched her teeth and almost cried out in pain, "It hurts..."
At this moment, she was completely unable to stand. She grabbed Jiang Yue's arm and hung on him. Jiang Yue hugged her tightly, pulled her against the elevator wall, and immediately comforted her: "It's okay, even if the fault is transferred here, it will only stop for half an hour. There will be no danger."
Wen Yao was speechless and nodded.
She regretted it so much. She should have only taken two sips of the wine. Why did she drink it all? Jiang Yue said she was stupid, and it was not unreasonable.
Jiang Yue was about to press the button on the elevator when it continued to go down. He hesitated for a moment, then pressed the buttons for the next few floors and asked Wen Yao, "Do you want to get a room here to rest for the night and go back tomorrow?"
Wen Yao's stomach hurt like a knife. She couldn't speak and just nodded.
The elevator soon stopped at the lower floor. Jiang Yue helped her out of the elevator while calling the front desk to book a room.
Soon the waiter came over and took the two to the guest room. There were only ordinary double-bed rooms on this floor. Jiang Yue helped Wen Yao lie down on the bed, only to see her immediately bury her head in the quilt and curl up like a hurt little snail.
After the waiter left, Jiang Yue sat on the chair beside the bed, at a loss for a while, then took out his mobile phone to search and took screenshots of the knowledge points on the screen.
After lying down for a while, Wen Yao felt better, but her stomach still ached, and she didn't want to move. She didn't know if Jiang Yue was still in the room, or what he was doing. Just as she was about to look up, Jiang Yue's voice rang out above her head: "How about you drink something like this first?"
Wen Yao looked over and found it was a cup of steaming brown sugar water, and she could also smell the scent of ginger slices.
She nodded quickly and tried to sit up. Jiang Yue reached out to help her and said, "Wait a moment." Then he turned and went to the entrance. Wen Yao followed his figure and saw an electric hot water bottle there.
Jiang Yue unplugged the plug and handed the hot water bottle to her. She placed it on her stomach and said with a smile, "You are indeed experienced and know so much."
Jiang Yue understood very well what her so-called "experience" meant. The women she arranged for him either looked down on him or were attracted by his money or cheated on him. This was an important part of his tragic fate, but he didn't want to argue with her at this moment. After all, the fact that she had the energy to satirize him proved that the pain had already eased a lot.
He handed her the brown sugar water and leaned in front of her, saying slowly, "Sleeping with a woman can only enrich your sexual experience, but it won't help you relieve dysmenorrhea. I have everything here—" He took out his phone and shook it, saying word by word, "Thank you for giving me so much experience. Next time, if I encounter something like sex skills, I probably won't need to Baidu."
Wen Yao felt so touched by him that she couldn't say a word in reply. She could only drink the brown sugar water silently and tried hard to suppress her embarrassment and the burning face.
While she was drinking the brown sugar water, Jiang Yue opened his phone and read the answer to her: "Relief measures include painkillers, brown sugar water, acupuncture massage, keeping the lower abdomen warm, etc., but if the situation is serious, it is recommended to go to the hospital for treatment. It may be a gynecological disease. Have you been to the hospital?"
"You have gynecological diseases, I don't!" Wen Yao denied immediately.
"Gynecological diseases are not the STDs you see on telephone poles. They are diseases related to the female reproductive system, such as..." He looked at his phone and read: "Pelvic inflammatory disease, endometriosis, uterine fibroids..."
"Jiang Yue!" Wen Yao stopped him, "Can you please hope for my well-being? Be careful, without me, you'll get prostatitis or benign prostatic hyperplasia!"
Jiang Yue looked at her quietly, thinking that she must have seen a lot of advertisements on telephone poles.
But at this time he really understood Wen Yao's feelings, because he also felt uncomfortable when he heard about these diseases.
They both fell silent. Wen Yao drank two more sips of brown sugar water and felt that she was a bit impulsive. After all, the other person did care about her, and her roommate had advised her to see a doctor before.
After two minutes of silence, she said, "I've seen a Chinese doctor, and he said it's nothing serious. But dysmenorrhea is a very complicated problem, and modern medicine hasn't found an effective solution. I can only slowly manage it."
"What about the General Hospital?"
"General hospitals can't even treat this kind of disease, okay? They're not even as good as Chinese medicine!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door. A woman's voice rang out from outside: "Hello, sir. You called for a massage service."
Hearing the word "massage", Wen Yao widened her eyes and looked at Jiang Yue. Jiang Yue glanced at her and got up to open the door.
Outside the door was a middle-aged woman in her fifties, wearing a white uniform like a nurse. Jiang Yue pointed to the bedside, and the two of them walked to Wen Yao's bed together.
Jiang Yue introduced: "I found a masseur for you."
Wen Yao finally understood that it was a real massage. She had thought... haha, Jiang Yue probably wouldn't have such a bad taste in front of her.
The middle-aged woman asked her, "You have dysmenorrhea, right?"
Wen Yao nodded.
The middle-aged woman said, "Remove the quilt first, and I'll give you a massage. I guarantee it will help."
Wen Yao lifted the quilt as instructed and lay down on the bed to massage her. She didn't massage her chest or abdomen, but mainly concentrated on her limbs. She didn't need to take off her clothes, so it was quite comfortable.
The middle-aged woman pressed her nipples while saying, "Dysmenorrhea is a minor problem. It will go away once you get married. Oh, right... you're married, right? So it must have been a short time ago. If you have a year or two, the pain will definitely go away."
Wen Yao was embarrassed. It turned out that he was the same age as her mother and had the same views.
In order to politely refute her, Wen Yao said: "But we have been married for more than a year, and I still feel that it has not eased."
The middle-aged woman immediately asked, "Do you have sex often? Young people nowadays are busy with work and overtime, so they probably don't have sex much. That's useless. You have to have sex more often. It would be best if you can have a baby, then the pain will go away."
Wen Yao lay on the bed, not knowing what Jiang Yue's expression was at the moment. She really wanted to slap herself in the mouth. If she couldn't speak, then don't speak.
In order to put an end to the topic of marriage or sleeping together, Wen Yao had no choice but to agree: "So that's how it is..."
"Of course. Don't think I'm talking nonsense. I know there's no scientific basis for this, but it's based on experience! My niece is like that. She used to faint at school from period cramps, but after getting married and having children, she's gotten much better. She's never been in excruciating pain like before. My friend's daughter is the same way; she got better after getting married. These are all examples that I've seen around me."
After hearing what her elder sister said, Wen Yao was really looking forward to it. Would everything really be fine after they got married?
Anyway, the elder sister's skills are still good. After the massage, it really relieved a lot of pain. It is more effective than a hot water bottle and brown sugar water.
After the masseur left, Wen Yao discovered that Jiang Yue's cell phone was placed at the entrance. So he didn't even play with his cell phone just now, he was just sitting there in a daze?
Isn't this a waste of life for a workaholic like him?
"Are you going to rest here tonight?" Jiang Yue asked her after closing the door.
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