CHAPTER 316: CHAPTER 296: FIX IT TOMORROW

"Do you think I’d believe you if you said it wasn’t on purpose?"

She blinked, with her pure and captivating makeup-free face and bright sparkling eyes, looking guiltily at Bao Ye.

Bao Ye let out a cold "Ha."

"Do you think I’ll believe it?"

She was resolute, "You will."

Bao Ye: "..."

He leaned his shoulder against the wall, his posture lazy, and his dark eyes fixated on her with an invisible authority, "Since childhood, no one has dared to lay a finger on Bao Ye."

"Jiang Ruan, you managed to do both."

He intentionally intimidated her, "Have you thought about the consequences?"

She shivered inexplicably, finding his words a bit scary.

Biting her fingertip, she felt a mess inside. It was his fault for provoking her, knowing well that girls on their period are irritable, yet still bothering her. Hmph.

Thus, under Bao Ye’s gaze, she spoke up.

"If... if it really can’t be helped, I promise you, later I’ll pai the red snow separatel?"

Bao Ye: "?"

He was exasperated into laughter by her words.

Bao Ye lowered his head, his teeth clenched against his tongue, his shoulders trembling with laughter, even tears gathered at the corners of his eyes.

Damn. Does she think he’s that kind of person?

He has a cleanliness fetish.

Pai the red snow separately, only she could come up with that.

She pouted, "What’s so funny, just don’t hit me. Otherwise, it’s domestic violence, and men who commit domestic violence don’t have good outcomes."

Bao Ye wiped away his tears with his fingertip, restraining his laughter.

"Tsk."

"That’s double standards. If I hit you, I’m a man who commits domestic violence, so what does that make you when you hit me?"

Bao Ye smirked, teasing, "A woman who commits domestic violence?"

Jiang Ruan: "..."

She really couldn’t bear it anymore: "Then what do you really want, if not, I’ll let you kick me once, here, go ahead."

Muttering, "I’ve never seen a man more petty than you..."

Bao Ye caught some word fragments with his keen ears, and raised a brow, "What are you muttering about? Are you insulting me again?"

She quickly explained, "No."

She forced a smile, "I was praising you. Praising how handsome you are. How capable you are."

Bao Ye: "In what way?"

She nearly bit her tongue, "In every way."

Wasn’t that a perfect answer?

"For example?" Bao Ye watched her with amusement.

He insisted she say something.

"Your career."

"Mr. Bao of Bao Group, your career is incredible."

She praised him.

Who would have thought, hearing this, Bao Ye’s tone was very faint, "Oh."

He laughed, "I thought you would say in bed."

Jiang Ruan: "..."

The corner of her mouth twitched hard.

Come on, have some shame, will you?

The two finished their banter.

On the bed, she lay there, with a pillow under her legs, her hands covering her stomach, looking a bit unwell.

Bao Ye walked over, glancing, "Stomach hurting?"

"Had something cold?"

She looked at him in surprise, "How do you know?"

She pouted, "I was supposed to get it tomorrow, but I couldn’t resist and had an iced coffee today, and it came today."

"Oh boy, my waist, it hurts so much."

Hearing her groan in pain, Bao Ye frowned, "I’ll call a doctor to check on you."

She refused outright, "No need, menstrual pain is normal for women. It’s my fault for drinking something cold today. Even if you called a doctor, they’d just tell me to drink more hot water or prescribe painkillers, and medicine always has side effects. I don’t want to take it."

Bao Ye laughed, "You even thought through the whole process."

She made a "hmph" sound.

Just as she was about to say something, she saw Bao Ye turn and leave.

She blinked, wondering where he was going so late at night.

But she didn’t think much of it, just clutching her stomach and lying back in bed.

It hurt.

About ten minutes later, Bao Ye returned.

He was carrying a tray with a delicate bowl on it, filled with dark soup and red dates.

She sat up, unable to see what was in the bowl from her angle.

"What’s that?"

Bao Ye: "Ginger jujube tea."

"Don’t women drink this when they have their period?"

He set the tray down, and she finally saw what was inside.

With a smile, she confidently said, "You cooked it, didn’t you?"

Bao Ye looked up, a bit surprised, "How did you figure it out?"

She explained, "When women cook it, they usually slice the red dates so it comes out sweeter and softer. Yours are whole."

Critical of him?

Bao Ye: "..."

His face turned frosty, and he pretended to take it away, "I’ll let them cook it for you."

She quickly stopped him, "Hey hey hey, no."

"You’ve already cooked it, pouring it out would be such a waste."

"Alright, I won’t say anything. Thank you for making me this tea. I’m really touched."

She looked at Bao Ye with gentle happiness.

Bao Ye felt uncomfortable under her gaze, inexplicably awkward, but eventually put the tray down.

Sitting by the bed, he sensed her gaze, turning to find her watching him with a smile.

"Who would’ve thought, Bao Ye, that you could actually make ginger tea."

"Did they teach you?"

Bao Ye: "No, I googled."

"I see," she marveled, "the all-powerful Google."

Thinking that he personally made the ginger tea for her, she couldn’t suppress her smile.

In Bao Ye’s eyes, "Hm, hehe."

Quite captivating.

In a cool voice, the man spoke up, "Don’t look at me like that."