The pushover offended a top-tier boss

Ye Zhenzhen glanced at the time furtively: 4:40. Twenty minutes left before she got off work.

She looked up and gave Wei Zixuan a forced smile: "Um, Zixuan, I have something to do, so I'm leaving get off work first. You can go ahead with your work and leave in a bit."

Wei Zixuan asked curiously, "Sister Zhenzhen, did your boyfriend come to pick you up?"

Ye Zhenzhen quickly said, "No, no, I'm single."

"Just a friend..."

Wei Zixuan nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Ye Zhenzhen secretly packed her things, put on her coat, and looked around as she walked, afraid of being seen.

The hallway was empty. The elevator was empty too. Her heart was still racing when she stepped out of the building.

In the garage, the taillights of the black Audi were on, and the engine was humming softly.

Ye Zhenzhen jogged over, opened the passenger door, plopped down inside, and fastened her seatbelt.

"Boss, where are we going?"

"Hospital."

Ye Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment: "Hospital? Are you sick?"

My gaze swept over his face several times; his complexion was normal, and he seemed to be in good spirits, not like someone who was sick.

Zhou Huaijin did not answer, started the car, and drove smoothly out of the garage.

Ye Zhenzhen glanced at him several times, and he didn't seem to be feeling unwell. She breathed a slight sigh of relief and leaned back in her seat.

What are you going to the hospital for? To visit someone in the hospital?

The car turned onto a street she knew well. She saw that familiar sign—Binzhou First People's Hospital.

She's here again.

I came to this hospital last time I had menstrual cramps.

Zhou Huaijin parked the car at the side gate behind the inpatient department, turned off the engine, and unbuckled his seatbelt.

"get off."

Ye Zhenzhen obediently followed him out of the car, walked through the corridor behind him, took the elevator, and arrived at the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

The old Chinese medicine doctor was still the same old Chinese medicine doctor. Ye Zhenzhen sat in the chair, rolled up her sleeves, revealing a section of her fair wrist. The doctor's fingers were on her pulse, and she didn't dare to breathe.

After a while, the doctor opened his eyes and smiled slightly.

"Much better than last time."

Ye Zhenzhen breathed a sigh of relief.

"Has your sex life been more regular this month?" the traditional Chinese medicine doctor asked with a smile. "Look at your complexion and blood circulation; they're noticeably better. And has your period been less painful this time?"

Ye Zhenzhen felt a surge of heat rise from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and her entire face burned as if it were on fire.

She had long known that in the face of traditional Chinese medicine, all lies would be exposed.

The four diagnostic methods of traditional Chinese medicine—observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation—are more effective than any lie detector.

Her face flushed, and she replied softly, "Yes..."

"But you still need to continue treatment." The doctor stopped what he was doing, opened the medical record, and wrote as he spoke, "You fell into ice water before, and your uterus got cold. If you want to get pregnant, you need long-term care. This can't be cured in a day or two, so you can't rush it."

When Ye Zhenzhen heard the word "pregnant," her mind went blank.

"Your uterus is cold?" She panicked a little, her voice rising slightly. "Then...what will that cause?"

"Don't worry." The doctor waved his hand, his tone calm. "It's not a big problem, it will get better with proper care. Your husband didn't tell you last time because he was afraid you would worry. Actually, your polycystic ovary syndrome is very common among women. The main reason is high androgen levels—for example, some girls are single, love to stay up late, have acne, and have many follicles but they don't mature, so they have difficulty conceiving."

He paused for a moment, glanced at Zhou Huaijin, then looked at Ye Zhenzhen and smiled.

"Once your sex life becomes regular, your estrogen levels rise, and your endocrine system is balanced, many problems can be resolved."

Ye Zhenzhen just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Zhou Huaijin remained calm and nodded, "Okay, we'll be more careful in the future."

Ye Zhenzhen roared inwardly: Pay attention to what?! That's not a pattern, that's frequency!

She grasped a key point from the old Chinese medicine doctor's words: her body had indeed been chilled when she fell into the ice hole. Before, she had only thought of it as a slight chill and a fever that would pass, but she hadn't realized that the cold had entered her body and affected her in this way.

And then there's polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS). Although she didn't know much about it, she roughly understood that it made it difficult to get pregnant.

No wonder Zhou Huaijin wouldn't let her take the morning-after pill before.

The doctor spoke again: "I'll prescribe some more medicine for you to consolidate the treatment."

Ye Zhenzhen was frightened as soon as she heard that.

"Can I skip the medicine?" she hurriedly asked the doctor, then turned to look at Zhou Huaijin with pitiful eyes, "Boss..."

That traditional Chinese medicine was pure torture. It was so bitter and astringent; a single sip could seep into your very soul. Every morning was like being tortured, having to hold your nose and force it down. Now that it's finally stopped, she never wants to do it again.

Zhou Huaijin's brows twitched slightly as he looked at her expression, which suggested she was about to cry.

"Are there any medicines that don't taste bitter?"

The doctor thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll prescribe a few dietary therapy recipes for you. Use a health pot to cook more soups to drink. Apple and astragalus water, five-red soup, angelica, red date and egg soup—these are all for replenishing qi and blood, warming the uterus and dispelling cold. They are food and medicine from the same source, and they taste good too."

"You need to drink it consistently over a long period of time for it to gradually show results."

"Come back for another ultrasound in a few months to see if your polycystic ovary syndrome has improved."

"Okay, okay, thank you! Thank you!" Ye Zhenzhen nodded vigorously, wishing she could kowtow to the doctor on the spot.

As long as she doesn't have to drink Chinese medicine, everything is negotiable.

On the way back, Zhou Huaijin held the steering wheel with one hand and handed his phone to Ye Zhenzhen with the other.

"Have your auntie cook the soup you drank."

Ye Zhenzhen reached out and took it: "What's the password?"

"Three zeros and three nines."

"oh."

She opened her contacts, found her aunt's number, and dialed it.

I answered the phone after it rang twice.

The aunt's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Sir, are you off work? I'm cooking right now, today I'm making—"

"Auntie, it's me." Ye Zhenzhen's voice carried a slightly embarrassed smile.

"Oh, Miss Ye!" The aunt's tone immediately lifted, and her smile could be heard even through the receiver. "What would you like to eat? I'll prepare it right away."

Ye Zhenzhen blurted out, "Boiled fish!"

"no."

The voice from the side came over in a nonchalant tone.

Eating something so spicy late at night, especially during my period, will make me uncomfortable and cause me to fuss.

Ye Zhenzhen's lips immediately pursed. What kind of person is this? Why does he have to care what she eats?

The auntie on the other end heard clearly and quickly tried to smooth things over with a smile: "How about I make sauerkraut fish? It'll be slightly spicy, so the gentleman can eat it too. The sauerkraut is appetizing, and the fish is tender. What do you think, Miss Ye?"

Ye Zhenzhen nodded eagerly: "Sure, sure! I love pickled fish too!"

"Oh, Auntie, could you please cook the soup for me too?" She took out a picture of the food therapy recipe on her phone and read it to the auntie word by word, "Red dates, goji berries, longan, astragalus, angelica, plus two eggs and brown sugar."

"Okay, okay, Miss Ye, don't worry, I've got it." The aunt replied readily on the other end.

It was rush hour, and the roads were a bit congested. The car kept stopping and starting in the traffic, and it took more than half an hour to get to Yuyuan.

When Ye Zhenzhen pushed open the door, a fragrant aroma of pickled fish wafted out.

Hearing the noise, the aunt peeked out from the kitchen with a mischievous smile.

"Sir, Miss are back."

She brought the last dish to the table, arranging it as she spoke.

"We also bought some new salmon today. Your husband said you like to eat fish."

Ye Zhenzhen was even happier to hear this.

She changed into slippers, took off her coat, and dashed to the dining table.

Several dishes were already laid out on the table. The sauerkraut fish was served in a large white porcelain bowl, with a golden and glistening broth. The fish slices were thinly cut and curled slightly in the soup. Next to it was a plate of thickly sliced ​​salmon sashimi.

There was also a plate of shrimp balls, a plate of black pepper beef tenderloin, and stir-fried seasonal vegetables.

The salmon, in particular, was rich in oil and looked delicious.

Ye Zhenzhen still feels heartbroken thinking about the salmon she brought home for the New Year, which her father stewed right away.

"Thank you, Auntie!" she called out cheerfully, her chopsticks heading straight for the plate of salmon.

I picked up a piece, dipped it in soy sauce and wasabi, and stuffed the whole thing into my mouth.

The richness of the fat and the sweetness of the fish melt on the tip of the tongue—it's so delicious!

"Auntie, where did you buy this salmon?" she asked indistinctly, her chopsticks reaching for the second piece.

The aunt said, "My husband has a housekeeper who is in charge of purchasing. We send him a list, and once it's confirmed, it's delivered to his door."

Ye Zhenzhen paused for a moment.

Fine, it's just that she's a country bumpkin who's never seen the world.

She thought the highest-end source of salmon was imported supermarkets, but she didn't expect that they had dedicated butlers. She silently raised the bar for the "world of the rich" in her mind by several dimensions.

Zhou Huaijin sat opposite him, slowly picking up a piece of fish.

"Tell the housekeeper to order more," he said, then looked up at her. "Is there anything else you'd like to eat?"

Ye Zhenzhen's mouth moved faster than her brain: "Sweet shrimp, pickled crab, ark shell, fish roe—"

"It's my period," Zhou Huaijin interrupted her, his brow furrowing slightly. "You can't eat too much raw or cold food. We'll talk about it when you're better."

Ye Zhenzhen: ...

He's like a reincarnated father, he's really good at managing things!

"Okay, okay." But she still nodded obediently.

Anyway, he agreed.

Once her period is over, she'll definitely send the menu over and have that housekeeper arrange everything.

As long as she is well-fed and well-hydrated, she feels that life is full of hope.