Volume 1, Chapter 41: Older Sister Can Help You...

The voice at that moment carried an indescribable panic. For Fang Mo, it was the first time he had ever heard Ning Yuelan speak to him in a tone that could almost be described as shy.

After a long while, Ning Yuelan walked out of the bathroom, her eyes sweeping the room, but she didn't see Fang Mo at first glance.

Her heart tightened sharply. "Little brother?"

There was no response.

An unusual panic began to grip Ning Yuelan.

*Good grief, the little brother didn't actually come back into the bedroom, did he?*

Despite holding a position of high authority and commanding absolute obedience at her company during the day, even the formidable mental fortitude of this woman couldn't stop her heart from pounding wildly at this moment.

The next instant, she switched on the light.

In the middle of the room, Fang Mo was holding a cup of brown sugar water, blowing frantically at the surface.

"It's a bit hot, Sister Yuelan. Why don't you drink it in a little while?"

Hearing this, Ning Yuelan was stunned at first, and then she flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance.

"Didn't I tell you not to come into the bedroom?"

With unusual depth and aloofness, Fang Mo asked, "Why?"

Ning Yuelan paused, her pretty face turning completely crimson.

"Because my period started, and the blood stained the whole bed everywhere. Don't bother with this, your sister will take you to stay somewhere else in a bit."

Stay somewhere else?

"No."

"There's no need, I think this place is quite nice."

Fang Mo shook his head, the dim, warm light falling upon the young man's fair face.

He gently stirred the contents of the cup with a spoon, then raised the steaming cup of brown sugar water.

"Have a taste. It shouldn't be too hot anymore, Sister Yuelan."

"Little brother..."

Ning Yuelan froze, her lovely face inexplicably blushing. This was the first time Fang Mo had ever spoken to her in such a gentle tone.

"Have a sip, Sister Yuelan. Are you afraid of it being hot?"

Seeing that Ning Yuelan was just staring at him in a daze without saying a word, Fang Mo chuckled softly and said,

"I'll test it for you."

The next moment, Fang Mo brought the cup to his lips and took a gentle sip, personally testing the temperature of the brown sugar water.

It was fine, drinkable.

With that thought, Fang Mo blew away the steam while handing the cup to Ning Yuelan.

Deep down, Ning Yuelan was still troubled by the mess on the bed. If the two of them had truly bared their souls to one another today, that would be one thing, but right at that critical, split-second juncture, her period had arrived.

She bit her lower lip with her pearly whites, feeling a lingering sense of awkwardness in her heart.

"Shouldn't we still find somewhere else to sleep?"

At these words, Fang Mo didn't speak. He simply persisted, holding the cup right up to Ning Yuelan's lips.

Ning Yuelan wanted to scold him a few times, but ultimately, as she stared at that face she had loved for thirteen years and watched grow up since childhood, she couldn't bring herself to say the words.

Obediently cradling the cup, she drank down the warm brown sugar water.

A satisfied smile instantly flashed across Fang Mo's face.

"I feel much better. Come on, let's go rest somewhere else..." Ning Yuelan tentatively suggested, but Fang Mo just smiled.

"Sister, I'm going to wash the cup."

*You little brat, trying to change the subject again, aren't you?*

Ning Yuelan stamped her dainty foot.

"Let's go. You can't just stay in this room forever, and besides, the staff will come to clean up the sheets tomorrow anyway..."

Hearing this, Fang Mo suddenly stepped closer to the woman.

Amidst Ning Yuelan's astonished gaze, he scooped her up right into his arms.

"In the middle of the night, where are we going?"

"Besides, since Sister is feeling so uncomfortable, why should we run around?"

"I don't want to put Sister through any more trouble!"

Gone was Ning Yuelan's usual demeanor as an iron-willed career woman. With a blushing face, she stared dazedly at him from within the young man's embrace, muttering softly,

"But it's dirty."

Hearing him say he didn't want to trouble her, Ning Yuelan admitted that her heart had undeniably skipped a beat.

Yet, she still felt somewhat uncomfortable remaining in this kind of environment with the person she loved.

"Dirty?"

Fang Mo glanced down at the woman with a puzzled look.

Blushing, Ning Yuelan pointed toward the sheets. "It's soiled."

In her mind, being seen in such a messy state by the person she loved felt like a deeply humiliating thing.

Her pretty face was visibly flushed down to the roots of her ears. Even though she lacked much color elsewhere, her delicate body was burning hot.

At that, Fang Mo merely smiled.

"We can just flip the bedsheets over and use the other side. Let's just make do with the quilt and go to sleep like this tonight."

"It's dirty, though. Aren't you disgusted with your sister?"

Ning Yuelan's face turned even redder as she stared at Fang Mo and murmured.

If anyone else were to witness her acting like this right now, their jaws would likely drop in shock.

When would the high-and-mighty, iceberg female CEO Ning Yuelan ever display such a coy, girlish demeanor?

"Not at all."

Fang Mo gave a light chuckle.

By now, he had completely figured it out. Earlier, when Sister Yuelan had blushed and ordered him to go wait in the bathroom or run out to buy medicine, her motives had all boiled down to a single objective:

She wanted to chase Fang Mo away because she didn't want him to witness the messy, embarrassing scene on the bed.

But who was Fang Mo? He was her, Ning Yuelan's, husband!

By every logic and sentiment, on such a special day, Fang Mo ought to be taking good care of her instead.

"Well... let me change the bedsheets myself, you should step outside for a moment..."

Ning Yuelan struggled to push herself up from Fang Mo's embrace, but her arm was firmly pressed back down by the young man.

"There's no need..."

"Isn't taking care of one's wife only natural? Besides, Sister isn't feeling well today, so let me take care of you. You just stay put and be a good girl. Leave it to me."

With that, Fang Mo gently placed Ning Yuelan back onto the bed, pulled a pillow over to prop up her back so she could rest in a more comfortable position, and tucked her in.

Lying in bed and gazing at that face—one that wasn't exceptionally handsome, but possessed an extraordinary, delicate charm and had captured her heart without a second thought—Ning Yuelan suddenly let out a silly giggle.

Being taken care of by the person she loved filled her heart with warmth.

Seeing this, Fang Mo sheepishly rubbed the tip of his nose, wondering if some movement of his had made her uncomfortable.

"What is it, Sister?"

"Nothing. I just thought our little husband looks quite handsome viewed from this angle."

*Isn't taking care of your wife only natural?*

*Does that even warrant praise?*

Fang Mo scratched the back of his head. "Sister Yuelan, do you feel a bit better after taking the medicine?"

"Mmm."

Ning Yuelan nodded with a beaming smile.

The color in the woman's face had indeed recovered quite a bit.

In truth, the two main reasons her complexion had looked like golden paper earlier were her inner panic and tension, terrified that Fang Mo would see the messy bed. That psychological stress had only served to worsen her physical discomfort.

"Uhm..."

"Was tonight a bit of a disappointment?"

At that moment, Ning Yuelan suddenly lowered her voice and mumbled.

Hearing this, Fang Mo was startled for a moment before he realized what disappointment she was referring to.

The young man's face instantly flushed crimson, and he gave a dry cough. "N-no way, Sister Yuelan, why would you think that?"

"Well, if you're holding it in and feeling uncomfortable, you have to tell me. Sister can help you..."

What?

Ning Yuelan pointed toward the lower half of Fang Mo's trousers.

That single hint startled Fang Mo so badly he jumped nearly three feet into the air.

"Sister, stop messing around, I still have to take care of you."

Fang Mo gave a wry smile. "Besides, Sister Yuelan, why is your mind filled with thoughts like this? Can't you think about something else?"

"I am thinking about something else."

"Sister is wondering when she'll be able to give our family's Fang Mo a chubby little son."

Ning Yuelan pouted her red lips and cast a tender, watery gaze at Fang Mo.

Half-leaning against the head of the bed, whether intentional or not, her snowy-white shoulders were partially exposed, violently stimulating Fang Mo's visual senses.

"I finally got her to look weak for a moment, how is she starting up again..."