A pampered young lady from a wealthy family is reborn, choosing a rich wife over a rich man.

Preventing problems before they arise is also a case of overdoing it.

Zhou Yu smiled and pinched Meng Zhixue's cheek, then changed the subject, asking, "Would you like something to drink?"

After looking around the bar area for a while, he picked up an exquisite white porcelain jar and asked, "This contains brown sugar, ginger, and jujube tea. Shall I make you a cup? I looked it up online before, and it says it's good for women during their menstrual period."

It is also because the Wen family is a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners that the Tianzehui High-end Private Medical Center under Wen Jueming's name has things like brown sugar ginger and jujube tea.

In other private hospitals, the main offerings are mostly various teas and coffees.

Rubbing her cheeks, Meng Zhixue snapped out of her surprise.

She nodded: "I want it."

Although many experts say that brown sugar has no effect on menstrual cramps and is just a placebo, she personally felt it was quite helpful.

Sitting down on the sofa, Meng Zhixue sipped her brown sugar water, unable to resist a heartfelt sigh: "Being Wen Jueming's girlfriend must be so wonderful."

"...Why do you say that?" Zhou Yu asked.

He suddenly had a premonition that he might have overreached and shot himself in the foot.

Meng Zhixue glanced at him, a hint of disdain in her eyes, and said matter-of-factly, "Didn't you say Dr. Wen, cough... isn't quite up to par? Being his girlfriend must be super easy!"

Zhou Yu: "..."

Meng Zhixue rested her chin on her hand and sighed with longing, "If all men in the world were like Dr. Wen, I wouldn't be so afraid of falling in love."

Zhou Yu: "...???!!!"

He took a deep breath, but the pent-up frustration in his chest was stuck, making him feel incredibly uncomfortable.

Okay, he's sure now, he really messed things up.

He subtly implied that Wen Jueming was impotent, his aim being to make Meng Zhixue look down on him and not be attracted to him.

As a result, in Meng Zhixue's view, this was actually a benefit for Wen Jueming.

He really couldn't understand why Meng Zhixue, this stupid thing, was so afraid of things between men and women, even though she had no experience in dating, let alone having any kind of relationship with men.

Could it be that she experienced it in her dream?

Does this mean that in the future, when he competes with other men, it won't be about who's bigger, stronger, or more capable, but rather who's smaller, weaker, or a complete noob?!

Judging from Meng Zhixue's past words and actions, it seems, perhaps, maybe... that it really is possible?

Zhou Yu, who was usually calm and rational, was now thrown into chaos.

The culprit, Meng Zhixue, had no idea how much she was making the man beside her question his existence. She took out her phone and waved it at him: "I'm playing on my phone, what about you?"

She hoped Zhou Yu would have something to do and stop bothering her.

"..." Zhou Yu said with a helpless smile and mixed feelings, "I use my phone to handle work emails."

Meng Zhixue: "Okay."

The two sat on the sofa, not disturbing each other.

A short while later, a woman dressed in exquisite clothes walked out of Wen Jueming's office. She was clearly a beautiful woman with a captivating figure.

She was heading to the elevator when she met Meng Zhixue's gaze as she passed the rest area. She didn't show any particular reaction on her face and walked to the elevator to wait as usual.

Meng Zhixue withdrew her gaze, secretly relieved: it seems that only Wen Jueming noticed the previous misunderstanding, while the female lead did not.

Thank goodness.

Thinking back to what happened, her face turned slightly red.

Although she was incredibly experienced in her past life, this was the first time she had ever encountered someone else's live version of the story.

About seven or eight minutes later, Wen Jueming's office door reopened.

Wen Jueming came out, his white coat buttoned up tightly, even the slightest wrinkle at the collar was smoothed out.

As he walked, he pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his expression aloof and distant, as if the person who had just been listening to rock music and wantonly grabbing a woman's waist inside was just a hallucination of Meng Zhixue.

Walking to the sofa in the rest area, he asked with a smile, "Ms. Meng, would you like to receive treatment in the rest area, or in my office?"

Treatment? Because of Zhou Yu's previous ramblings, Meng Zhixue couldn't bear to hear those two words. Her ears burned, and she looked at Zhou Yu beside her.

Zhou Yu stood up: "Let's go to the office."

He further explained to Meng Zhixue, "His office is fully equipped, which is more convenient than the break room. Besides, with me with you, I don't have to worry about him having any ulterior motives."

Meng Zhixue: "...Okay."

Actually, it would have been better if he hadn't said his last sentence. But now that he has, she's remembered the live version she saw before—help!

Fortunately, Wen Jueming's face did not show any unusual expression.

The male lead wasn't embarrassed at all, and she, a mere passerby, quickly regained her composure.

Upon entering Wen Jueming's office, Meng Zhixue sat down on the sofa, trying her best not to look in the direction of his desk, and instead looked around at other places.

Wen Jueming's office is large, simple and elegant, just like the feeling he gives people. It is divided into an office area, a treatment area and a rest area.

Even though his office is on the top floor of the building, which is very private and shouldn't usually have patients coming here, there's actually a treatment area here.

Just as Meng Zhixue was feeling curious, Wen Jueming washed and disinfected his hands, then came over with a medical kit and gestured for her to sit on the treatment bed.

In front of the doctor, Meng Zhixue was very well-behaved and sat on the treatment bed in a generous manner.

Wen Jueming told her to roll up her trouser legs, and she did so without hesitation, revealing a pair of fair and straight calves.

Wen Jueming's acupuncture movements were very steady, but perhaps because he had just washed his hands, his fingertips were slightly cool. When he touched the skin near Meng Zhixue's ankle, she subconsciously flinched.

"Don't move," Wen Jueming explained calmly. "These acupoints can dispel cold and relieve pain, so it's normal to feel a slight soreness."

Meng Zhixue pinched her earlobe shyly and quickly said, "Okay, okay, I'll stay still."

She had just been touched by the cold of his fingers and couldn't help it; it wasn't that it hurt.

Zhou Yu, sitting to the side, casually picked up a medical magazine and suddenly asked, "Dr. Wen, how was the treatment for that 'patient'?"

Wen Jueming paused slightly in his needle-twirling hand, and replied without looking up, "The effect is so-so, the tolerance is too poor, the dosage needs to be increased next time."

Zhou Yu chuckled again, "Your previous 'patient' didn't seem to be this one. How come you changed her in less than a month?"

Wen Jueming smiled, adjusted his glasses, and said, "Instead of worrying about me, you should worry more about yourself. You seem irritable and restless; the acupuncture I gave you before must have worked. Should I give you a few more acupuncture treatments to cool you down?"

Meng Zhixue: "...?"

She felt a chill run down her spine; she had no desire to know what kind of riddles these two were playing!

but……

Her bright, almond-shaped eyes looked curiously at Zhou Yu on the sofa, her gaze lingering on his elegantly crossed long legs before quickly looking away, as if she had been startled.

What's wrong with this Mr. Zhou? How could someone as calm and composed as him need acupuncture to relieve his "fire"? Is it the kind of "fire" she's thinking of?

This person seems even more dangerous now, it's terrifying!

Seemingly sensing her curious yet wary gaze, Zhou Yu closed the magazine, his peach blossom eyes fixed on her, his voice carrying a dangerous restraint: "Baby, don't look around so much, don't be too curious. Otherwise..."

Meng Zhixue: "...??!!!"