Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Three: An Unexpected Situation

After dinner, Song Wannian rested for a while and was about to take a shower and go to bed.

Suddenly, her phone received a message from Nan Yan.

Nan Yan: "Wannian, the rain is pouring heavily."

Song Wannian replied, "Yes, have you made it home safely?"

Since leaving Huadu Plaza, Song Wannian had no idea where Yun Ze had taken Nan Yan. Nan Yan only said he wanted to take her out to have fun.

Song Wannian didn’t want to be a third wheel and didn’t ask further.

Nan Yan: "No..."

Song Wannian was slightly surprised: "Are you still outside?"

Nan Yan: "Yes... the hotel only had one room left, but Yun Ze said he could sleep on the sofa."

Instantly, Song Wannian pictured a dramatic scene in her mind: a stormy night, a man and a woman alone in the same room...

Before her thoughts could spiral further, she dismissed them immediately.

Song Wannian: "You didn’t get wet, right?"

Nan Yan: "No. But what if he makes a move in the middle of the night?"

Song Wannian: "Don’t worry! Yun Ze isn’t that kind of person."

She was confident in reassuring her friend.

In the original story, no matter how much Yun Ze liked Nan Yan, besides keeping her confined within his world, he never did anything Nan Yan was unwilling to accept.

After calming Nan Yan down, Song Wannian turned off her phone and went to take a shower.

However, in the bathroom, Song Wannian froze when she saw a streak of crimson on her loungewear.

Had her period started?

...

In a hurry, Song Wannian rushed out of the bathroom and searched through her luggage but couldn’t find anything usable.

In the past, whenever they had their periods, they used thick cloth wraps. Song Wannian, to avoid revealing her femininity, usually used highly absorbent cotton cloths that she discarded after use.

She glanced at the walk-in closet in the bedroom, hesitatingly stepping inside—perhaps there might be something there?

Upon opening it, Song Wannian realized she had been careless again.

What was once empty except for a few of her clothes was now filled with all kinds of garments for spring, summer, autumn, and winter.

Wen Jingxing had assigned her a room on the second floor.

The space was large, with a private bathroom, a walk-in closet, and a small balcony.

She always felt this was far from a guest room, but Wen Jingxing insisted it was.

Despite searching the entire closet, Song Wannian couldn’t find what she needed.

At this moment, she felt a dull ache in her lower abdomen, feeling uncomfortable.

She wondered if the original owner suffered from menstrual cramps.

But the priority was to find something she could use.

She considered asking Wen Jingxing, but thought it might be awkward to bring up such matters directly.

So she turned to the internet, searching for what a girl should do when her period starts.

The search was a regretful experience.

Because the original owner had brought sanitary pads, but Song Wannian didn’t recognize them...

Seeing the flashy packaging with foreign words, she had discarded them all without a second thought.

Now she was truly in trouble.

She hurried out, hoping to find Aunt Li.

Since it was only a short while after dinner, she hoped Aunt Li was still in the kitchen.

In such a large house, Song Wannian didn’t know where Aunt Li’s room was.

Fortunately, when she went downstairs, she saw Aunt Li wiping her hands, just about to come out of the kitchen.

Song Wannian rushed over but found herself at a loss for words.

For the first time, she felt shy about such a matter.

In her previous life, she never mentioned these things to anyone and kept them hidden. There were no female elders at home to teach her how to handle this.

So every month, she suffered from unbearable cramps alone.

Those were old ailments accumulated from years of hardship and neglect.

The original story never touched upon these details.

For a moment, she didn’t know how to start the conversation.

Aunt Li noticed her silence and patiently asked, "Miss Song, do you need something?"

Song Wannian nervously scratched behind her ear. "Aunt Li, do you have... that?"

"That what?"

"You know, what girls use every month..."

To her surprise, Aunt Li said, "Oh, that. It’s unfortunate, Miss Song, but I haven’t needed those for years."

"Ah?"

Song Wannian was puzzled. How could Aunt Li not need them?

In her impression, it seemed every woman had them.

In the chaotic era of her past life, surviving to an old age was rare; most people starved to death.

So few lived to the menopausal stage.

Since she never looked into it, she didn’t know these things.

Aunt Li didn’t say more but smiled warmly: "Why don’t you ask Wen Jingxing? Maybe he can help."

Song Wannian wanted to refuse.

But Aunt Li added, "It’s raining outside, the road is long and slippery. It wouldn’t be convenient for you to go out alone."

"…"

Song Wannian knew the most difficult part was she couldn’t drive!

"Miss, please have a seat. I’ll go to the study to find Master Wen."

Before leaving, Aunt Li thoughtfully handed her a blanket to sit on.

She didn’t give Song Wannian time to refuse and disappeared after bringing her a cup of hot water.

Song Wannian knew refusing would be futile, so she accepted.

Shortly after, she saw Wen Jingxing, who should have been in loungewear, now dressed formally, preparing to go out.

Song Wannian hurriedly called to him, "Are you going to buy it?"

She was surprised.

"Why else?" Wen Jingxing replied calmly, unaware how shocking this gesture was to Song Wannian.

Asking Wen Jingxing to buy such things was, no matter how you looked at it, very strange!

But he gently pressed her shoulder to keep her seated. "Stay put, I’ll be back soon."

With that, he turned and left.

Song Wannian called after him, "Be careful driving in the rain."

But Wen Jingxing was already out of sight; she wasn’t sure if he heard her.

She dared not move much, fearing the stain would spread.

Because of her period, her lips were less rosy, slightly pale, and her complexion looked a bit off.

At that moment, her cold hand was suddenly grasped by a warm, calloused one.

Song Wannian looked up and saw Aunt Li sitting beside her.

She held her hand, brows furrowed.

"Miss, you must be feeling cold inside. Your hands are ice-cold."

Song Wannian nodded.

Aunt Li continued, "But don’t worry, during your two weeks here, I’ll make sure you get plump and healthy!"

(End of chapter)