His physiological preference

"Never mind," she said lazily, "I'll go home."

She actually wanted to spend more time with Qin Yuzheng. He was so tender that Yang Zhiyan couldn't help but want to experience that warmth.

Qin Yuzheng paused, then looked up at her. "Why did you change your mind again?"

He spoke seriously, explaining that he had heard that menstrual hormones affect mood, and he wanted to be more considerate of her emotional state.

Qin Yuzheng squatted in front of the sofa, knelt on one knee on the carpet, held her hand, and waited for her answer.

His large hand held her small hand, conveying warmth to her.

"I want a hug," Yang Zhiyan said softly, with a sweet, coquettish tone that she herself wasn't used to.

Qin Yuzheng looked at her, a smile playing on his lips. This baby was so adorable, all sticky and cuddly, just what he wanted.

He stood up, pulled her off the sofa, and drew her into his arms.

His chin rested on the top of her head, his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her completely into his embrace. She raised her hands and wrapped them around his waist as well.

Her face was pressed against his chest, and she could hear his heartbeat, thump-thump-thump.

He held her without saying a word. Babies on their periods are so affectionate. He loved it.

I hope that she can be affectionate with him without any inhibitions every day from now on.

Yang Zhiyan had a comfortable period this time.

Every morning, Qin Yuzheng would prepare breakfast for her. Sometimes it was steamed dumplings and xiaolongbao, sometimes sandwiches and milk, and sometimes porridge and fried dough sticks.

The sticky notes change color every day, and each one has a different message written on it: "Eat it while it's hot," "It's getting colder today, wear more clothes," and "Good morning, baby."

His handwriting is sometimes messy and sometimes neat. When it's messy, it means he's in a hurry, and when it's neat, it means he's a little more relaxed.

But whether the handwriting is messy or neat, she can recognize it. When she comes back in the evening, she often brings you flowers, sometimes tulips, sometimes lilies, sometimes roses.

I'll also bring her small cakes. I'll order warm milk tea for her and deliver it to her studio.

Although both of them were very busy, Qin Yuzheng still cared a lot about Yang Zhiyan.

The two of them were busy for a month. Qin Yuzheng left early and returned late every day. As the science and technology exhibition entered its final sprint, Qin Yuzheng became increasingly busy.

Yang Zhiyan was also busy. She revised the design draft of her entry many times. She had to repeatedly consider every step, from pattern making and material selection to embroidery and button making.

She stays in the studio until very late every day. Sometimes, after Teacher Mu leaves, she is the only one left in the studio.

The light was on, the sewing machine hummed, and the needle pierced the fabric again and again.

On the day the technology exhibition closed, news about Haicheng was everywhere. Videos of the drone show at the opening ceremony went viral on social media, and major media outlets featured reports about the technology exhibition on their headlines.

Qin Yuzheng's name appeared in many reports, all praising him for his strong coordination and effective deployment.

Those in the industry know how much effort he put into making this exhibition a success.

The science and technology exhibition has elevated Haicheng's urban influence and added a significant achievement to his political record.

On the night of the celebration banquet, Qin Yuzheng drank quite a bit. When he got home, it was almost eleven o'clock. Instead of going to his own place, he rang Yang Zhiyan's doorbell.

When Yang Zhiyan opened the door, she saw him leaning against the door frame, his tie loose, two buttons undone at the collar of his shirt, his face slightly flushed, and his eyes bright.

He looked at her and smiled like a child who had just gotten a perfect score on a test.

"Baby, I'm back," Qin Yuzheng said, his voice a little hoarse.

Yang Zhiyan reached out to help him in, and he took the opportunity to hug her, resting his chin on the top of her head and leaning his entire weight on her.

"The technology exhibition was a great success," he said sullenly. "I can take a break now and have more time to spend with you." Yang Zhiyan patted his back.

The provincial finals of the cheongsam design competition are scheduled for the weekend following the end of the science and technology exhibition.

During the exhibition judging phase, all entries must be presented to the judges and audience through a fashion show.

Yang Zhiyan's work is a moon-white cheongsam made of silk, which shimmers with a subtle pearly luster under the light.

The cheongsam is embroidered with white magnolias using the layered embroidery technique. Each flower is embroidered with three different shades of white thread, gradually transitioning from the center of the flower to the tip of the petals.

The knotted button on the collar was her own design; it was a butterfly with outstretched wings, outlined with silver thread.

This piece took her more than a month to complete, and she poured all her heart and soul into every step, from design to pattern making to embroidery to the finished garment.

On the day of the competition, Yang Zhiyan arrived at the venue early.

The backstage area was in complete chaos. Models were changing clothes, makeup artists were touching up their makeup, staff were checking procedures, and someone was shouting, "Where is model number so-and-so?" or "Where are the accessories for this cheongsam?"

The model Yang Zhiyan found was a tall girl in her early twenties with a great figure. She had booked her a month in advance.

She was just waiting for the model to come over and change her clothes, then she helped adjust the position of the waistline.

They were ready to go on stage and walk the runway. However, an accident happened.

A staff member ran over, panting. "Ms. Yang, your model has been in a car accident."

Yang Zhiyan's hand froze in mid-air, her fingers resting on her clothes.

"I was rear-ended on the way to the exhibition. I sustained minor injuries and can't come." After saying that, the staff member went to attend to other matters.

Yang Zhiyan stood there, her fingers slowly loosening. It's good that she's alright.

But the model can't come, so her work can't be shown on stage. If it can't be shown on stage, it can't participate in the judging. If it can't participate in the judging, all her hard work over the past month will be wasted.

She squatted down and buried her face in her knees. She felt a little wronged; she had tried so hard for so long.

She squatted for about ten seconds, then stood up, took out her phone, and started scrolling through her contacts.

She knows a few models, but they're not close.

When I called, one person was out of town, another was fully booked, and yet another didn't answer.

She held her phone in her hand, standing in a corner backstage, watching people come and go.

Some people are laughing, some are running, some are making phone calls, and some are eating boxed lunches.

Nobody noticed her. This competition was too important for her. If she won, she could completely establish herself in the industry.

She'll get more private haute couture clients, and the prices will be higher. This is a fantastic opportunity, and she doesn't want to miss it.

Qin Yuzheng took some time today to watch the game. With the technology exhibition over, he finally had a full weekend.

He had originally planned to go straight to the audience seats and wait for the exhibition to start before seeing her. But once he arrived at the venue, his feet unconsciously veered towards the backstage area.

He wanted to see her first, say "good luck" to her, and then go to the audience.

There were many people backstage, men and women, coming and going. The scents of cosmetics, the smell of fabric, and the smell of boxed lunches mingled together, creating a chaotic cacophony.

When Qin Yuzheng walked in, several people looked up at him.

He was dressed casually today, wearing a dark gray thin sweater and black casual pants.

She looked several years younger than usual and was much more relaxed.

But he couldn't control his aura. The kind of oppressive presence that comes with being in a high position for a long time.

Some people thought he looked familiar and took a second look.

The news report on the science and technology exhibition has just ended, and in the news, Secretary Qin was sitting on the podium in a suit, with a serious expression.

The man in front of me was dressed casually, and his demeanor had become much gentler.

No one associated him with the high-ranking leader in the news. Why would a high-ranking leader be backstage at a cheongsam competition?

Qin Yuzheng walked around backstage, asked two people, and finally found Yang Zhiyan.

She stood in a corner, leaning against the wall, holding her phone in her hand, her eyes fixed on the ground.

Her lips were pursed tightly, and her nostrils twitched slightly, conveying a deep sense of loss.

Qin Yuzheng walked over and stood in front of her.