The engagement was with the younger brother, but I've fallen for the older brother.

He Sichen did not look down at the bed sheet.

He moved his hand from her forehead down to her lower abdomen, gently pressing it through the blanket.

"Does your stomach hurt?"

Si Yimian was taken aback, somewhat surprised.

He didn't even lift his eyelids off the bed sheet.

Isn't this reaction a bit off?

Instead of asking about the sheets or what happened, they asked directly if her stomach hurt.

"A little."

She answered honestly that the feeling of heaviness in her lower abdomen was still there.

"Aren't you curious about what happened to the bed sheets?"

"What's so strange about menstruation?"

Si Yimian's pupils dilated slightly, and she sat up a little straighter, wrapped in the blanket.

How did you know?

"Last week, I had a checkup and was told I had six sex hormones tested. The range of values ​​for estradiol and progesterone is estimated to be within the next few days."

He paused, took out a strip of ibuprofen from the drawer, opened one tablet, and handed it over.

"Having sex before menstruation can induce uterine contractions and pelvic congestion, causing the endometrium to shed prematurely."

"Your body's reactions are all traceable."

Si Yimian stared at the ibuprofen in his palm, her mouth half-open and her eyes wide like saucers.

Is this man a living textbook of obstetrics and gynecology?

She suddenly felt like she was invisible in his presence.

"Aren't you a germaphobe? You complain that your chair is dirty if someone sits on it."

"Now look at these sheets..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but she conveyed the meaning.

He Sichen leaned down, supporting himself with one hand beside her, enveloping her in shadow.

"I did something even dirtier to you in the car yesterday."

"Would you care about a few drops of blood now?"

Si Yimian's ears rang, and all the blood rushed to her face.

A vivid image instantly came to mind.

She pulled the blanket over her head, and muffled sounds came from inside.

"He Sichen, are you even human?!"

"no."

He answered readily.

"You're a beast, just like you said last night."

This man.

She usually acts like she's sexually frigid, but when it comes to spouting nonsense, she's even more fluent than her.

Not a single word was explicit, but after hearing it, she wanted to bury herself in her pillow and suffocate.

Well, for this man to actually say something like that is already an extraordinary feat.

He put the medicine into her hand, turned around to pour water, filled a glass with warm water and placed it on the bedside table.

"Take your medicine first, then go and clean up."

Si Yimian put the pill in her mouth, picked up a glass of water, took a sip, and swallowed it.

She put down her water glass, wrapped herself in the blanket, and shuffled towards the edge of the bed.

"I'll go across the hall to get some sanitary napkins."

"Need not."

He Sichen turned and walked towards the bathroom, pulling open the drawer under the sink.

He took out a black storage bag and unzipped it.

The sanitary napkins were neatly stacked inside.

There are daytime use, nighttime use, extra-long pads, panty liners, and even two packs of overnight pants.

Si Yimian stared at the storage bag, her pupils dilating in shock.

How did you get these things?

"Prepared by the housekeeper."

Si Yimian took a deep breath, feeling even more surprised.

"Your butler even manages this? How many salaries does your butler get?"

He Sichen handed her the storage bag.

"He doesn't care about that; I told him to buy it."

"When?"

"The day the test results came out."

Si Yimian's hand, which had been taking the storage bag, froze in mid-air.

In other words, he had planned that she would stay overnight at his house.

Everything has been planned out.

Then, without saying anything, they silently prepared everything.

"So you knew last week that I would be coming in the next few days, and prepared everything in advance."

"Um."

"What about last night...?"

Si Yimian hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

He Sichen looked at her.

"What happened last night and what happened today do not conflict."

Si Yimian: "..."

As he spoke, he pulled out a set of off-white loungewear from the walk-in closet. The tags were already removed, and the clothes had been washed, dried, and folded neatly.

"Go take a shower first, then change into this set."

Si Yimian stood at the bathroom door, holding the stack of things, and looked back at him.

The last time he came back from the hospital, he silently went to get a contraceptive injection.

She even had the housekeeper buy sanitary napkins and prepare other feminine hygiene products.

"Dr. He, do you know what this is called?"

"What?"

"An army marches on its stomach."

"Others take it one step at a time, while you've already filled up a year's worth of strategic reserves."

Si Yimian carried the things into the bathroom, closed the door, and glanced down at the label.

Made with 100% cotton surface, suitable for sensitive skin.

This man uses all his cunning in the shadows.

Even sanitary napkins are chosen specifically for sensitive skin.

When she came out after changing, he had already taken the sheets off the bed.

He Sichen was bending over to lay out a new light gray cotton fabric, shaking it out and smoothing out the four corners.

She walked over, peeked out from behind him, and rested her chin on his arm.

"Dr. He, you are a dangerous person."

"Where is it dangerous?"

"You've set the standard too high."

She counted on her fingers.

"He's handsome, has a good physique, can make money, can perform surgery, can sew, will take birth control pills proactively, and will even stock up on sanitary napkins in advance."

"How will I view other men after this?"

"They're all defective products."

He Sichen didn't move, but as she leaned against his arm, she could feel his muscles tense.

"You don't have to watch it."

Si Yimian tilted her head to look up; his jawline was clenched tightly.

She smiled and released her grip, taking a half-step back.

"I'm hungry, I'm going to have breakfast."

He Sichen stood there, the sunlight from the window shining on his earlobe, making it appear red.

……

It's the weekend, so there's no rush to go to work.

After breakfast, Si Yimian curled up on the sofa and scrolled through her phone.

Five of the top ten trending topics on Weibo are related to last night.

She left the trending topics and opened her stock trading app.

Five minutes after the market opened, Chenxi Group's stock price dropped by 4%.

The comments section was filled with angry remarks from stock market investors.

She bit her nails, lost in thought.

I felt great when the plan was successfully executed yesterday.

But every penny Chenxi loses is part of her future inheritance.

So she's not giggling again today.

Something warm suddenly pressed against my lower abdomen.

She lowered her head, and the scent of mugwort filled her nostrils.

The velvet bag was about the size of a palm, and the heat was just right. I applied it to my lower abdomen through my loungewear, and the feeling of heaviness eased a bit.

He Sichen sat down beside her and glanced down at her phone screen.

"The negative news about Si Ningyou and Qin Enyu is a short-term emotional shock and does not affect Chenxi's fundamentals."

"The progress in the R&D pipeline disclosed last week is a substantial positive, and institutional investors have not loosened their grip on the stock."

"After the panic selling subsides, there will be a technical recovery within three days."

Si Yimian was stunned for a moment.

I almost forgot, this person is not just a doctor.

He is also the actual operator of Yu'an Medical's business empire, and he sees the situation in the capital market better than anyone else.

But when she heard him say that, she giggled.

He Sichen picked up the remote and turned on the projector.

The curtains closed automatically, darkening the living room, and the screen slowly descended.

Si Yimian turned her head to look at him.

"You don't need to go to the hospital today?"

"Sunday."

"You have Sundays too?"

He Sichen glanced sideways, his gaze indifferent.

"I also need to rest."

Si Yimian thought to herself, "Didn't you used to spend your days off at the hospital all the time?"

He Sichen had already started watching the movie "Up".

She nestled on the sofa, her face mask resting on her stomach, her head nestled against He Sichen's abs.

He neither dodged nor pushed away.

She had seen this movie twice; this was the third time.

So she started to feel sleepy halfway through the movie.

The heat from the mugwort sachet made me feel all soft and limp, and my eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

He Sichen's arm was draped over her shoulder at some point, and his fingers were casually stroking the ends of her hair.

The doorbell rang near the end of the movie.

He Sichen got up, walked to the entrance hall, and glanced at the screen of the video doorbell.

He paused for a moment.

Si Yimian peeked out from the sofa and groggily opened her eyes.

Who is it?

"Your marriage partner."

The moment those words were spoken, the languid atmosphere in the living room shattered completely.