18: Chapter 18 You Are My Moonlight: The Substitute Male Supporting Character 17

Having left the warm embrace and just been placed in the passenger seat, Su Qingxue started making a scene.

This person was usually sparing with words and appeared unapproachable.

It was better when she was drunk; she was like a child, acting spoiled and refusing to put on her seatbelt.

After failing several times, Meng Zhu was so frustrated he couldn't help but laugh.

No one would have expected that Su Qingxue would actually get herself drunk.

Shaking his head, Meng Zhu simply took off his coat and covered Su Qingxue's head with it.

With her face covered, Su Qingxue instinctively reached up to pull it away, and Meng Zhu took the opportunity to fasten her seatbelt.

After pulling the clothes down, Su Qingxue sniffed them in her daze. It seemed to be a familiar scent, or perhaps she just didn't dislike it, so she hugged the clothes to her chest and stopped fussing.

Back at Jinlan Mansion.

By now, the woman was listless, as docile as a little kitten.

She still had no strength, so Meng Zhu had to carry her upstairs.

When she was dropped onto the bed, she became a bit more awake and started rolling around restlessly.

Meng Zhu was a bit surprised by this behavior, but he had no trouble handling it.

He turned and went downstairs, returning shortly after.

He now held a cup of hot tea in his hand.

Aged white tea with dried tangerine peel—thirty percent for sobering up, seventy percent for nourishing the body.

It was very late by now, so tea meant for quick sobering or alertness wouldn't be good.

He sat on the edge of the bed, pulled her into his arms, and slowly fed it to her.

Perhaps she was tired, but Su Qingxue didn't fuss much and drank it quite obediently.

But when he tucked her in and prepared to leave, his wrist was grabbed by her, with surprising strength.

It wasn't a big deal, though.

Meng Zhu simply sat on the edge of the bed, gently patting her, coaxing her to sleep.

There weren't many comments, as if they too felt the wonderful atmosphere; some were shipping the couple, while others were sighing about themselves.

However, before long, the beautiful woman furrowed her brows, as if she wasn't sleeping peacefully.

Whimpering sounds came from her, making Meng Zhu stop looking at the comments.

After a while, she opened her eyes in a daze. Su Qingxue realized she was home and that the reliable man was in front of her; she looked up and saw his handsome features as he looked down at her.

Any plans or ideas were long forgotten, and just as she wanted to speak, her brows furrowed again.

She instinctively clutched her stomach, cold sweat beading on her forehead.

The man's fingers brushed against her brow, his voice impossibly gentle.

"Qingxue, what's wrong? Is something uncomfortable?"

The warm yellow light of the bedside lamp made Su Qingxue feel a bit dazed, and that voice, gentler than ever, struck deep into her heart.

She froze for a moment, but her hand had already instinctively grasped the hand that was on her brow.

"Hubby~"

"My stomach hurts~"

Not knowing if she was fully awake or not, Su Qingxue uttered words she couldn't even believe herself.

Her voice was very soft, full of grievance, like a kitten acting spoiled.

Meng Zhu was also stunned for a moment.

Su Qingxue had never called him hubby before.

In front of outsiders, he was her husband, her mister; in front of family, he was just Meng Zhu.

But now was not the time to think about such things; Meng Zhu immediately realized the problem.

Su Qingxue's period was supposed to start in about two or three days, but she had drunk a lot of alcohol today.

Alcohol promotes blood circulation; the increased circulation and hormonal imbalance had caused Su Qingxue's period to start early.

Furthermore, heavy drinking can cause the endometrium to shed prematurely. Not only would it arrive early, but it would easily lead to heavier flow, more blood clots, and a heavy, aching lower abdomen.

"Qingxue, you're fine. Your period just started early. Wait for me for a moment, it'll be alright."

Gently patting Su Qingxue's head, Meng Zhu skillfully took a sanitary pad from the bedside table and stuffed it into her hand.

After Meng Zhu left the room, Su Qingxue finally reacted.

Her period. A sanitary pad. How did he know there were some in the bedside table?

As if suddenly much more awake, Su Qingxue's face turned bright red.

After a while, she heard a knock on the door; Meng Zhu had returned.

What was he doing back here?

Su Qingxue clutched her stomach, feeling a bit awkward. She really wanted Meng Zhu to stay with her, but she was also so embarrassed that she wanted him to leave quickly.

Even when she was pulled up into a sitting position again, she kept her eyes closed, not daring to look.

Rip.

Su Qingxue curiously opened her eyes. It was a heat patch.

Meng Zhu directly tore open two patches, sticking one on her lower abdomen and one on her lower back.

Did they have these at home?

Although Su Qingxue worked overtime all year round, she always went to sleep before 12. Over the years, the number of times she had period cramps could be counted on one hand.

She didn't even know they kept these in stock at home.

While she was confused, she was dazed and allowed herself to be handled without offering the slightest resistance.

But that wasn't the end of it. The man pushed his luck; instead of letting her lie down, he pulled her into his arms again.

He... what was he trying to do?

Just as she was about to ask, the scent of tea drifted over.

The man scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and brought it to her lips. "Be good, drink this and it won't hurt anymore."

Honestly, she wasn't a child; was there a need to coax her like this?

Fine, she'd drink it.

She obediently drank a few sips, and only then did Su Qingxue realize belatedly that the taste was very familiar.

It seemed like there were a few days every month when Meng Zhu would brew this for her. She had even asked him about it before—what was this tea called again?

"What is this?"

She asked instinctively, her voice soft, startling even herself.

"Brown sugar, ginger, and jujube tea. It dispels cold, warms the uterus, warms the meridians, and relieves pain by promoting blood circulation."

The man answered nonchalantly as he fed her, sounding like he was reciting an instruction manual, but his voice was exceptionally pleasant, unlike anything in the past.

She didn't speak anymore, but this time, she remembered the name of the tea.

So, the man remembered her period and brewed this for her every month.

But for some reason, she felt a bit angry. Why hadn't he told her before?

And this time, it was all his fault for not brewing it for her earlier, which was why she was in so much pain.

She turned her head to avoid the spoon, as if throwing a little tantrum.

The man curved his lips, put the tea from the spoon back into the bowl, stirred it, and scooped up a new spoonful to offer her.

"Be good, drink it so it won't hurt anymore."

It didn't seem like she could blame him, though; her period had come early, and she had drunk so much alcohol.

Thinking of this, Su Qingxue obediently opened her mouth, then guiltily stole a glance at Meng Zhu.

But the man was feeding her the ginger tea very seriously, and today, his features were filled with tenderness everywhere, even more gentle than at any time in the past.

Su Qingxue's mood improved again.

Her heart felt like it had been filled with honey, yet also like it was burning; her ears were as red as apples, and she hid her fingers under the quilt, twisting them frantically.

After the bowl of tea was finished, Meng Zhu finally let her go and let her lie down in the quilt.

Actually, the quilt wasn't as warm as his embrace.

But Su Qingxue didn't dare to say it; she only thought it in her heart.

Who knew that the next moment, the man turned her over, made her lie on her side with her back to him, and pulled her back into his arms.

It seemed that sleeping on one's side could alleviate period cramps, though she had forgotten who taught her that.

But, but, why was he lying down too???

Su Qingxue's body stiffened.

In reality, Meng Zhu was at most lying on his side with his upper body, but since Su Qingxue was now facing away from him, she could clearly feel his solid chest pressing against her back.

They were sharing a bed!

Just as she realized this, a warm hand reached over under the quilt.

His large hand covered her lower abdomen and began to rub it gently.

She wasn't sure if it was because of the heat patch or something else.

Su Qingxue only felt his large hand was scalding hot, making her lower abdomen feel like a furnace.

Her stiff body softened; she didn't know what brand the quilt was today, but it felt like a summer cloud, both soft and warm.