Mr. Shang, please be passionately in love after marriage.

A familiar warm current flowed down her lower abdomen, and she immediately knew that her period had started.

She checked the date on her phone and realized it was indeed in the last couple of days; she had completely forgotten about it.

She didn't look well. Shang Hanzhou, who was sitting next to her, was the first to notice her discomfort and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Cen hope wasn't embarrassed at all, and said to him in a slightly weak voice, "It's my period."

She pursed her lips, then could only trouble him again, saying, "Could you ask a staff member for sanitary napkins for me?"

It's almost time to board, I don't know if I'll have enough time to buy it now.

Shang Hanzhou frowned slightly. He stood up. The airport air conditioning was on very high, and a slight coolness seeped into his skin. He first pulled the small blanket around Cen hope's shoulders.

"Wait for me a moment."

Cen hope clutched her lower abdomen and leaned back in her chair. She dared not move at all and could only wait for Shang Hanzhou to return first.

He returned faster than I expected.

Less than ten minutes.

At the same time, airport staff also came over. "Ma'am, would you like me to take you to the restroom?"

Cen hope opened her eyes, didn't refuse the kindness, and nodded: "Thank you."

She wasn't sure if her pants were dirty, but thankfully she hadn't worn a skirt when she went out today.

Shang Hanzhou handed her a bag containing the sanitary napkins she needed, as well as a pair of jeans with the tags cut off and the buttons removed.

Besides the sanitary napkins she mentioned, he also bought her a new pair of pants.

Cen hope accepted it, a gentle warmth welling up inside her.

Without another word, she picked up the bag and left.

A little while later, she finally returned, having changed her pants. Her original pants were a bit dirty, and she had put them in the shopping bag.

What's strange is that the pants fit her perfectly; Shang Hanzhou knew her size very well.

Cen hope's face flushed slightly, but she felt much better after changing these things.

We're about to board the plane.

Shang Hanzhou bought a first-class ticket, which allows him to board the plane earlier.

This was Cen hope's first time flying first class. "Wait a minute."

A deep voice called out to her, and she turned her head to look. While she was changing her clothes, Shang Hanzhou had somehow gotten hold of a thermos, which was filled with brown sugar water.

"Take a sip of this first."

He poured the brown sugar water from the thermos into a disposable cup and handed it to her.

Cen hope was surprised that he had even prepared this.

He slowly took the drink, sipped it, and couldn't help but ask, "Where did you get this?"

"You don't need to worry about that."

The man's voice was cold yet calm. His dark eyes watched her drink the brown sugar water, then he took the cup from her hand, threw it into the trash can, and then took her hand and walked forward.

"Just make sure you're comfortable."

He has his own solutions for the rest.

Cen hope paused for a second, slowing down half a beat behind him, only able to see his tall and broad shoulders.

Shang Hanzhou is cold and taciturn, but he never skimps on what he does.

She smiled, and before she could catch up, the man in front of her slowed down and waited for her to catch up. The two then walked side by side.

It takes more than three hours to fly from Wuhan to Beijing.

As soon as they boarded the plane, Shang Hanzhou asked a flight attendant for a blanket and covered her with it.

Cen hope experiences severe lower abdominal pain during her period, especially in the first two days. She wonders if it's because she ate too many popsicles at home these past few days.

This time the pain was even more pronounced, and she silently rubbed her lower abdomen with her palm.

After massaging for a while, a warm, large hand covered my hand.

Shang Hanzhou didn't say anything, but took the initiative to rub her lower abdomen.

His palms were warmer and wider than hers, and when they touched her lower abdomen, they felt like a warm spring.

The bloating and pain subsided, and Cen hope closed her eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, the plane had begun its descent.

Shang Hanzhou's hand was still on her lower abdomen, gently massaging it. She was somewhat surprised; had he not let go of her hand during the several hours of flight?

Thinking about it this way, she felt a little embarrassed.

She pretended to yawn, opened her eyes, sat up straight, and removed his hand.

After massaging for so long, her hands would have been sore by now.

"Thank you, I'm not in pain anymore."

She said it in a low voice.

Shang Hanzhou lowered his cold eyebrows. He had never liked Cen hope's polite tone towards him, and his mind inexplicably drifted to Jiang Zheng.

If it were Jiang Zheng, she probably wouldn't have been so polite in thanking him, right?

His thin lips tightened almost imperceptibly, and his attitude became much colder. "You're welcome."

The plane has stopped; we're getting ready to disembark.

Cen hope folded up the blanket she was wearing and put it aside, then got up with him and got off the plane.

The two did not hold hands this time.

One person walked on one side, even their bodies were a little distance apart.

Cen hope was perceptive and could sense that he seemed angry after saying those words.

But she couldn't quite figure out what was making him angry.

Just a second ago, the two of them were getting along very well.

Could it be that he also has a special menstrual cycle that causes his mood swings?

After thinking about it in a jumbled way for a while, she couldn't figure it out, so she simply stopped thinking about it.

Fang Wen came back to Beijing with them this time. Fang Nian knew they had arrived and was waiting for them at the airport early.

Upon seeing the two of them come out, he quickly said, "Mr. Shang, Madam, you've worked hard."

Shang Hanzhou gave him a lukewarm look and remained silent.

Cen hope greeted him with a smile, "Good evening, Assistant Fang."

Fang Wen was asked to retrieve the suitcase.

They followed Fang Nian to the underground parking garage, where it was still that familiar black Maybach.

Not long after I got in the car, Fang Wen arrived with his suitcase. He put the suitcase in the trunk and got in the car as well.

"Mr. Shang, shall we return to Jingtang Garden?"

Looking in the rearview mirror, Shang Hanzhou's expression seemed a little off. Although he was as expressionless as usual, Fang Nian, having been by his side for so long, could still sense the change in his boss's mood.

The boss's current mood score is -1000.

Shang Hanzhou gave a curt "hmm" and said nothing more.

"OK."

Fang Nian accepted the order, started the Maybach, and began heading towards Jingtang Garden.

It takes two hours to drive from the airport to Jingtangyuan.

Cen hope had slept for so long on the plane, so she was no longer sleepy. She took out her phone to let Yu Ping and Jiang Guoliang know that she had arrived in Beijing safely.

Just after I sent the message, Jiang Zheng sent me a message.

It's a voice message.

Jiang Zheng: "Manman, have we arrived yet?"

After getting off the plane, she turned on her phone and turned the volume up to the maximum. Jiang Zheng's words came through the receiver very loudly.

Cen hope hadn't expected the sound to be so loud, so she quickly turned down the volume and secretly glanced at Shang Hanzhou's reaction out of the corner of her eye.

He closed his eyes, leaning back in the seat, the blurry neon lights flashing across his cold, sharp features, cutting out sharp lines.

...I hope I didn't disturb him?

After all, he had been massaging her lower abdomen the entire time on the plane without taking a break.

With that in mind, Cen hope stopped sending voice messages and instead typed a reply: 【Arrived】

Jiang Zheng is usually busy with work and would rather use voice than type. Cen hope was smarter this time and converted the voice message directly to text.

The two chatted for a while.

Until the very last message Jiang Zheng posted, which he had originally intended to convert to text, he accidentally clicked play, and Jiang Zheng's voice filled the quiet atmosphere—

"Manman, I might go to Beijing next month. I'll come see you when I have time."

Shang Hanzhou's tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open.