From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

Feng Qianyi turned and went upstairs. The master bedroom door closed in front of Lu Yunzhou, and the latch immediately fell.

Lu Yunzhou stood at the top of the stairs and raised his hand to rub his temples.

His wife, with whom he had just registered their marriage, led him home, only to shut him out again. Her temper flared up for no apparent reason.

He was too lazy to chase after him and argue with him, so he turned around, went downstairs, and went into the kitchen.

The Feng family's kitchen was very clean, with no leftover food on the stove and only a few bottles of drinks in the refrigerator.

Lu Yunzhou searched through the cupboards and finally found a small bag of noodles, along with eggs, soy sauce, and a few green vegetables.

He boiled water for noodles and casually fried two eggs.

After the noodles were cooked, he divided them into two bowls, took one bowl to the dining table, and put the other bowl on a tray, then carried it upstairs.

Lu Yunzhou raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Feng Qianyi, come out and get something to eat."

He stood outside the door and waited for a few seconds.

There was no response.

He knocked again, and only then did Feng Qianyi's voice, barely containing her anger, come from inside the door: "Leave it at the door, I'm not hungry."

Lu Yunzhou looked down at the noodles in his hand, his nostrils filled with the aroma of soup noodles.

This woman has been up all night and barely ate any dinner; she still says she's not hungry.

"The noodles taste even worse when they get cold."

He placed the tray by the door, speaking in a flat tone.

Footsteps came from inside the door and stopped behind it.

Feng Qianyi spoke through the door: "Lu Yunzhou, mind your own business and don't bother me."

After he finished speaking, there was complete silence inside the door.

Lu Yunzhou stared at the door panel for a couple of seconds, then turned and went downstairs.

He sat at the dining table, finished his other bowl of noodles, put the bowl and chopsticks in the sink, then curled up on the living room sofa and started playing games on his phone.

Gunshots and footsteps echoed continuously in the living room.

He lost two games in a row, and his temper flared up, causing him to tap the screen rapidly with his fingers.

The third game was only halfway through when we heard the sound of a door opening upstairs.

Feng Qianyi supported herself against the wall as she walked downstairs.

She had changed out of her suit jacket, but her shirt underneath was still neatly worn. Her long hair fell to her shoulders, and her face lacked its usual sharpness.

She pressed one hand against her abdomen and held onto the railing with the other. With each step she took, her back and waist tensed up.

Lu Yunzhou looked up and saw the gunshot coming from his phone.

Feng Qianyi stopped at the corner of the stairs, cold sweat beading on her forehead, her jaw clenched tightly.

The sound drilled into her ears, and she looked up, her anger rising again.

"How long are you going to keep arguing?"

She gripped the railing, her voice lower than usual, yet more shrill, "Firing guns in the middle of the night, aren't you going to sleep?"

Lu Yunzhou pressed the pause button, and the living room immediately fell silent.

Feng Qianyi didn't stop. Clutching her stomach, she walked to the water dispenser and pressed the switch a few times.

Hot water poured into the cup, and steam rose against her face, but her hands trembled violently, and the water quickly spilled onto the table.

Lu Yunzhou stared at her movements, his brows furrowing.

Her breathing became erratic, her shoulders tense, and her hands remained pressed against her lower abdomen.

The reprimand I gave just now wasn't very forceful; it was more of annoyance stemming from pain.

He got up, walked over, took the cup from her hand, and placed it on the table.

"Does your stomach hurt?"

Lu Yunzhou looked at her expression and lowered his voice.

Feng Qianyi turned her face away, pressing her hand down even tighter: "It has nothing to do with you."

Lu Yunzhou didn't respond to that sentence; his gaze fell on the beads of sweat on her forehead.

She was in a bad mood from the moment she walked in, and she wouldn't eat. She was holding onto the wall to walk just now, but now she's in so much pain. The answer is obvious.

"Has your period started?"

He asked directly.

Feng Qianyi's shoulders stiffened, and she glared at him.

"Shut up."

As soon as she finished speaking, she was about to take the cup back when another sharp pain shot through her abdomen.

Her knees gave way, and her body swayed to the side. She braced herself against the sofa armrest with her hands and couldn't stand up straight for a long time.

Lu Yunzhou reached out and supported her arm, then immediately let go once she had regained her balance.

Feng Qianyi gritted her teeth and sat down on the sofa, her legs together and her body bent forward.

Sweat poured down her forehead, and her fingers gripped the fabric, twisting the hem of her shirt into several wrinkles.

Lu Yunzhou put his phone on the coffee table, turned around and went into the kitchen.

"where did you go?"

Feng Qianyi's voice sounded somewhat weak.

"Boil water."

Lu Yunzhou didn't even turn his head. "I've studied medicine. I can help you recover for a while."

Feng Qianyi leaned against the sofa, her eyelids heavy.

She had been in pain for over an hour. Normally she could still manage to work on documents, but tonight, after returning home, the pain came in waves, making it difficult even to stand.

The sound of a stove being started came from the kitchen.

Lu Yunzhou poured water into the pot and took out a clean towel.

After the water was heated, he soaked the towel in the basin, added some cold water, tested the temperature repeatedly, wrung it out, and took it back to the living room.

Feng Qianyi leaned against the sofa, her face pale, her hands still protecting her abdomen.

Hearing footsteps, she opened her eyes and looked warily at the towel in Lu Yunzhou's hand.

"Let me apply it to you first."

Lu Yunzhou handed over the towel, saying, "The warmth will relax your abdomen and lessen the pain."

Feng Qianyi didn't answer, her voice weak: "Hot compresses are useless."

"Did it hurt like this before?"

She closed her eyes but didn't answer.

Lu Yunzhou placed the towel aside, squatted down in front of the coffee table, and observed her condition from a distance.

Feng Qianyi usually keeps her folders neatly arranged, but tonight she couldn't even maintain her posture. She kept wiping the sweat from her forehead, and her breathing was broken into segments by the pain.

The Shennong Pian records methods for treating menstrual cramps in women. Hot compresses can only suppress the surface spasms; combining them with acupressure will yield faster results.

If a small amount of true qi is introduced, the medicinal effects can spread along the meridians.

Lu Yunzhou picked up the towel and tested its temperature on the back of his hand.

"There's another way."

He looked up and said, "I'll press a few acupoints on you through the towel and send some internal energy in, which will relieve the pain."

After Feng Qianyi understood, her eyes immediately became clearer.

"Are you trying to take advantage of me?"

Lu Yunzhou's hand froze in mid-air, his face darkening.

He put the towel back on the tray, sat down on the other side of the armchair, and talked to her across the coffee table.

"You're in so much pain right now, if I had any other thoughts, I wouldn't have just helped you up a little earlier."

Feng Qianyi pursed her lips, her palm still pressed against her abdomen.

Lu Yunzhou looked at her and said bluntly, "I'll only press your acupoints through the towel, I won't touch your skin, and I won't do anything unnecessary. If you don't want to, I'll leave now."

Feng Qianyi did not answer immediately.

She tried to sit up straight, but as soon as she lifted her back, the pain in her abdomen pressed down again.

The force made her fall back onto the sofa, her breath caught in her throat, and her fingers gripped the fabric even tighter.

Lu Yunzhou stood up and handed her a warm towel.

"Place it on your abdomen first."

He stopped in front of the sofa, not approaching. "I'll say it again, I'm here for treatment. You're in too much pain to move, and I won't take advantage of you."

Feng Qianyi looked up at him, her eyes still wary, but her voice was much lower: "You promise?"

Lu Yunzhou spread his hands out and stood still so she could see clearly.

"I promise."

He lowered his voice, "I, Lu Yunzhou, am not that despicable. I was only pressing your acupoints through a towel. I would never take advantage of you while you are in pain."