Your Highness, your wife doesn't want you anymore!

When Nan Zhi came out, Jin Si Nian was already waiting outside the door.

"Why did it take so long?"

Jin Nian stepped forward, hugged her, and began to undress her.

"No..." Nan Zhi pressed his hand down, and she clearly saw a hint of displeasure flash across the man's eyes.

Jin Si Nian took a deep breath: "Zhi Zhi, how many times have you rejected me today?"

Nan Zhi lowered her head, for the umpteenth time.

She knew she had no right to refuse, but...

"I, I'm here, it's my period," Nan Zhi explained, having promised not to touch himself outside of his period.

"I remember your period wasn't due today!"

He remembered Zhizhi's menstrual cycle very clearly; it must have been around the 20th.

It should be next week.

Nan Zhi bit her lip, almost forgetting that this man remembered her menstrual cycle better than she did herself.

Because she always gets her period in the middle of the night, and she also suffers from severe menstrual cramps.

Several times, I woke him up in the middle of the night because I was in so much pain that I turned over in bed.

Jin Si Nian didn't blame her; he just went downstairs to cook brown sugar water for her.

Nan Zhi had suggested that she live separately from him during her period, but he disagreed.

After that, the matter was never mentioned again.

"Well, that's it, we're here."

"No, no, go to the bathroom and look," Nan Zhi replied.

Upon hearing this, Jin Si Nian did not hesitate at all and turned to walk into the bathroom.

My gaze fell on the sink and immediately spotted Nan Zhi's discarded underwear. The soft cotton fabric was stained with a glaring red stain.

Nan Zhi clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, hurried to the door, leaned against the doorframe, still futilely trying to cover up her misunderstanding, and whispered, "This...this is hard to say..."

"It may be earlier or later."

Jin Si Nian stared at the red mark, his brows furrowing slightly. His initial anxiety eased a little, but he couldn't help feeling a pang of heartache. He turned to look at her, his tone exceptionally gentle, and asked in a low voice, "Does your stomach hurt?"

"Go back to your room and lie down first. I'll go downstairs and make you some brown sugar water later."

Nan Zhi's heart tightened, and she subconsciously wanted to shake her head and say that it didn't hurt. But then she thought that in the past, she would always be in so much pain during her period that she would turn pale and be unable to straighten her back. If she said that it didn't hurt this time, Jin Si Nian would definitely become suspicious.

She bit her lip, immediately reached out and gently covered her lower abdomen, her brows furrowing slightly as she feigned discomfort, her voice soft and weak: "Yes, a little..."

Jin Si Nian nodded, didn't ask any more questions, turned around, turned on the tap, reached out and picked up the blood-stained underwear, about to put it in the sink to wash.

Upon seeing this, Nan Zhi panicked instantly. She rushed forward and reached out to snatch it, her cheeks flushing red, her voice filled with panicked resistance: "No, don't!"

"Don't worry about me washing it, I'll do it myself..."

These were her personal clothes, and she was never used to being touched by strangers, let alone by Jin Si Nian. A wave of shyness and awkwardness washed over her.

Jin Si Nian dodged her hand, pressed the hand sanitizer without a word, and began to scrub his hands earnestly, with a hint of self-righteousness: "It's not like I haven't washed your hands before."

"Go back to your bed and lie down, or you'll start crying again when it hurts too much."

He still remembered the first time he gave Zhizhi underwear; it was the winter when Zhizhi had just moved in.

Zhizhi got up in the middle of the night, stammering and in a hurry, not knowing what to do.

After much questioning, she finally explained that she was on her period and had soiled her clothes and sheets.

That time, she was in so much pain that her face turned pale, she had no strength, and she was covered in cold sweat. After changing her sanitary napkin in the bathroom, she looked at the soiled sheets and timidly said to him, "I'm so sorry..."

"I will wash it clean."

As she was about to collect the bed sheets, the man grabbed her hand: "If you're not feeling well, just rest. You don't need to do it."

"Go sit on the sofa."

Nan Zhi thought he was angry because she had woken him up, so she didn't dare to speak. She sat on the sofa, enduring her menstrual cramps, and soon fainted.

While she was unconscious, Jin Si Nian changed the sheets and washed her underwear.

Because it was the first time I'd ever washed a woman's underwear, I scrubbed it hard but still couldn't get it clean.

Then it got ruined; the edges were torn.

Feeling guilty, Jin Si Nian poked his head out of the bathroom and saw Nan Zhi nestled obediently on the sofa, fast asleep with her eyes closed.

He threw the worn-out underwear into the trash can. "It's not good quality. I'll buy Zhizhi a new one tomorrow."

Afterwards, he boiled some brown sugar water and brought it up. He called Nan Zhi a few times before she woke up. She drank some brown sugar water and then fell asleep while holding her.

Although he had washed it several times, Nan Zhi still didn't want him to touch it.

The man poured the detergent in, rubbed it a couple of times and his veins bulged. For some reason, Nan Zhi felt a tightness in her lower abdomen when she saw this.

Even washing my own underwear...

Jin Si Nian moved swiftly, rinsing his underwear twice until it was clean, wringing out the water, and then taking it to the balcony to dry.

Nan Zhi quickly stepped forward to stop him, her cheeks flushed, and she said in a soft, stubborn voice, "I, I, I can do it..."

Without a word, the man reached out and lifted her up with one hand, carrying her to the bedside in a few steps. He gently put her down and said, "If you're not feeling well, just lie still and don't move around."

After settling Nanzhi in, he took the clothes to the balcony to hang them up, then turned around and went downstairs to the kitchen.

Nan Zhi nestled alone in her soft blankets, watching him bustling about between the room and the kitchen. A strange wave of guilt washed over her, making it hard for her to calm down.

Is it wrong to lie to him like this?

Over the past three years, Kings has treated her well, without forcing or mistreating her. The two have lived a respectful and peaceful life together.

But she was destined to leave eventually. The position of the young mistress of the Jin family never belonged to her. A daughter of equal social standing, like Lin Nuannuan, was the one who should stand by her side.

She has no right, nor should she, and cannot fight for this relationship and position that does not belong to her.

He will treat his future wife the same way in the future...

These uncontrollable emotions should be let go.

Lost in thought, the door was gently pushed open, and Jin Si Nian walked in carrying a steaming bowl of brown sugar water, his tone unusually gentle: "You said it was too sweet last month, so I put less sugar in this time. The sweetness should be just right."

"Hurry up and drink something hot to warm yourself up."

Actually, he had no idea whether drinking brown sugar water during a woman's period was effective or not. He just remembered how she frowned and complained about the sweetness last month, and then stopped drinking it after only a couple of sips.

Nan Zhi reached out and took the warm porcelain bowl, holding the spoon, and slowly put it into her mouth, spoonful by spoonful. The sweetness slid down her throat, but she couldn't suppress the complex emotions in her heart.

She lowered her eyes, her gaze unconsciously drifting towards the man beside her, her eyes filled with unconcealed entanglement and guilt.

I'm sorry, Kingsyear...

Jin Si Nian was taken aback by her gaze: "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Do you feel sorry for me?"

"It's okay, Zhizhi will make it up to me in seven days."