CHAPTER 90: CHAPTER 90: IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE, THEN LEAVE

Song Cheng’an stood aside, watching the sweet interaction between the two of them, feeling like he was being fed a big bowl of dog food.

It seemed as though whenever something involved Mu Yan, Jiang turned into a different person.

He sighed and suddenly said, "I suddenly feel a bit unwell too and feel like throwing up."

Jiang Jingheng glanced at him and said coldly, "Then get out if you’re not feeling well!"

Song Cheng’an, "..."

Right, yes, he’s still the same him.

With the woman’s husband present, naturally there was nothing left for anyone else, so Song Cheng’an and Lian Jun quickly went out.

The room was left with just Mu Yan and Jiang Jingheng.

While Mu Yan was sipping her ginger tea, Jiang Jingheng filled a hot water bottle and handed it to her.

"Hold this against your stomach; it should feel a bit better."

Mu Yan glanced at the hot water bottle and took it; it wasn’t too hot, just perfect.

She looked at Jiang Jingheng with a peculiar expression, "How did you know I had my period?"

Could he have learned this from an ex-girlfriend...

Jiang Jingheng appeared indifferent, "Isn’t this common knowledge? Women have this pain every month, isn’t it that? Could it be something else?"

"No!" Mu Yan shook her head, paused, and said, "Thank you."

If it wasn’t for his instructions, Lian Jun wouldn’t have bought her ginger tea and a hot water bottle.

Jiang Jingheng chuckled lightly, "If you really want to thank me, then finish the ginger tea."

Mu Yan looked up at him with confusion.

Jiang Jingheng realized he had misspoken, feigned a cough, "Cough, cough..."

He averted his gaze and said, "After all, it’s my kind gesture."

Mu Yan nodded, "I will."

She took another sip of ginger tea from her thermos cup, feeling warm all over, and the pain seemed to lessen.

After changing the hot water in the bottle again, Jiang Jingheng handed a menstrual pain patch to Mu Yan, "Put this on at bedtime; it’ll feel more comfortable."

"Okay." Mu Yan nodded.

"If you’re not feeling well, call me," Jiang Jingheng instructed.

"Alright." Mu Yan nodded again.

"I’ll have your assistant send over dinner," Jiang Jingheng added.

"Okay."

Jiang Jingheng glanced at her; she didn’t look as miserable as before.

"Get some rest early." With that, he turned to leave.

It’s not that he didn’t want to stay, but as long as he was there, she wouldn’t dare lie on the bed, obviously guarding against him.

Mu Yan watched his back, her brows slightly furrowed; today Jiang Jingheng was particularly long-winded, or should she say, gentle and considerate.

Perhaps he was only doing this because she wasn’t feeling well. It seems he’s not a bad friend, quite honorable.

With a "bang," the door closed, and Mu Yan collected her thoughts.

She lifted her clothes, placed a menstrual pain patch on her abdomen, found a comfortable position to lie down, and placed the hot water bottle on herself.

She picked up her phone, opened Weibo, and looked at a barrage of insults, pondering what content to post the next day.

After leaving Mu Yan’s room, Jiang Jingheng returned to his room directly.

As he opened the door, he saw Song Cheng’an fiddling with an electric kettle on the tea cabinet.

Seeing him come in, Song Cheng’an teased, "So the ginger tea was bought here, huh."

Jiang Jingheng wasn’t angry at being exposed, bypassed him, and asked, "Have you found a solution for those negative reports?"

"Yes, I’ve already told Mu Yan what to do," Song Cheng’an replied.

Jiang Jingheng frowned, looking displeased, "I left her in your care, not to let her solve all difficulties by herself."

Song Cheng’an chuckled lightly, "Actually, I originally thought the same as you, but she insisted on getting involved. We underestimated her; she’s not that fragile."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jingheng suddenly recalled something, a hint of gentleness appearing in his light brown eyes.

Indeed, she’s like a sunflower, always growing towards the light, bringing people a sense of admiration.