The obedient girl glances up, and the tyrannical tycoon kneels down to pamper her.

Xing Yanzhao pulled away from her forehead.

His gaze turned urgent: "Call the doctor."

His fury attracted people.

Mr. Xing opened the door and asked, "What is it?"

Xing Yuru also became anxious: "My sister-in-law has a fever."

Mr. Xing calmly replied, "It's just a fever."

"You will die." Xing Yanzhao gritted his teeth and spat out these two words, his eyes filled with anger and hatred as he looked at his biological father.

Mr. Xing was almost overwhelmed by this overwhelming resentment, and his heart skipped a beat.

I don't understand why people are making such a fuss over something as minor as a fever.

"If you seek medical attention promptly and take the right medication, you will be fine."

"Yes," Xing's mother replied, equally puzzled.

Even as they said that, Xing Yanzhao's eyes were still filled with anger as he glared fiercely at everyone in the house, except for Xing Yurou, who escaped unharmed.

As he carried the person back to the room, the family doctor arrived.

Mr. Xing was prepared.

The doctor gave him a fever-reducing injection, and Xing Yanzhao looked up and asked, "Just a fever-reducing injection?"

He seemed nervous.

There was a hint of ignorance beneath the tension.

The doctor said, "If you can get a fever-reducing injection, don't give her an IV drip. Also, the young mistress is on her period, so she might have abdominal pain. If she wakes up and the pain is severe, she can take a pill."

The doctor prescribed all the medications, put them down, and went home.

Xing Yanzhao wouldn't let anyone into the room and personally guarded them.

Luo Huai woke up once in the middle of the night, groggily asking for water, and writhing in pain from her stomach.

"Take your medicine." Xing Yanzhao shoved the medicine directly to her lips, and also brought her warm water.

Luo Huai was covered in sweat, his hair was wet and stuck to his face, his head was dizzy, and he had to cover his stomach with one hand.

She seemed unable to see the person in front of her, and didn't know what she was doing. Her face was pale, and she opened her mouth and bit down.

Neither light nor heavy.

It's like scratching an itch.

Xing Yanzhao moved his fingers, grinding them between her pearly teeth.

"It's not about eating your hand, it's about taking medicine."

Luo Huai blinked, seemingly not understanding.

Xing Yanzhao: "Open your mouth."

I think I understood.

Luo Huai opened his mouth slightly, and Xing Yanzhao gently pushed the capsule inside.

"water……"

Gudong.

Luo Huai had already swallowed it.

Xing Yanzhao: "..."

He still handed the water over and held it to Luo Huai's lips for him to drink.

Halfway through drinking, Luo Huai tilted her head, suddenly clutched her stomach, and stumbled towards the bathroom. Halfway there, she turned back, took out a sanitary napkin from the drawer, and went inside.

Xing Yanzhao finally saw some youthful impetuosity in Luo Huai, but he never expected it to be under these circumstances.

He turned his head to look at the bed.

It became a huge hit.

With a swift motion, he pulled the entire bed sheet off and tossed it onto the chair.

Xing Yanzhao went to find new bed sheets, and when he returned, he saw a figure already curled up on the sofa.

What was a small bed to him was a large bed to Luo Huai.

He tossed the clean sheets onto the bed, grabbed the thick quilt, and went to the sofa to cover Luo Huai, accidentally covering his head as well.

Before he could pull the blanket off, the person inside had already poked their head out.

Xing Yanzhao chuckled to himself.

I reached out and touched her forehead; her fever had subsided.

Her face was still terribly pale.

He took off the red string and copper coin from his wrist.

It's getting daylight.

Xing Yanzhao went out and went downstairs to have breakfast together.

The thought of his son's eyes last night made Xing's father tremble. After thinking for a moment, he explained, "Pei Yuanzhou came yesterday and said a few words to Luo Huai."

“Since Pei Yuanzhou said those words, why are you punishing Luo Huai?” Xing Yanzhao looked up. “What, you can only show off your power at home?”

"You!" Father Xing slammed the cup down on the table, spilling half of the milk inside. Everyone at the table held their breath.

Why don't you tell me what Pei Yuanzhou said?

"No matter what he says, I'll just ask, did Luo Huai not say anything?" Xing Yanzhao could tell with his toes that Luo Huai wouldn't say anything, especially not in the Xing family.

If Luo Huai had just said what she meant, Pei Yuanzhou wouldn't have been unaware of her feelings all these years, and she wouldn't have been able to gain the upper hand verbally all these years.

Xing's father was speechless.

It was indeed Pei Yuanzhou who did all the talking; Luo Huai didn't say anything.

However, due to ingrained thinking, people always assume that any problem must be the woman's fault, and that the man couldn't possibly have a problem.

Xing Zhengyu tried to mediate: "Big brother..."

Xing Yanzhao: "Do you even have the right to speak? Shut up."

Xing Yuru had just opened her mouth when her brother gave her a look, and she silently shut up.

The people in the family most afraid of Xing Yanzhao were actually Xing's mother and Pei Youyou. Once again, they huddled together, trembling like quails, not daring to look up at him at all.

"You're so concerned about Luo Huai's affairs, but why don't you care about the company's affairs?" Mr. Xing tried to save face. "Look at what you've done: late, leaving early, playing on your phone during meetings, never caring about project matters, and waiting for Zheng Yu to make all the decisions."

"Isn't he sitting in the decision-making position?" Xing Yanzhao retorted. "The people below do the work, and he just sits back and reaps the benefits? The employees work hard so that the boss can buy a Maybach?"

"You!" Father Xing couldn't reason with him at all.

This kid has a ton of fallacies; he's not thinking like them at all.

"He doesn't act like a capitalist's son at all; he hasn't improved at all," Mr. Xing complained.

Xing Yanzhao seemed to be deep in thought.

As soon as I entered the office, I called the HR manager and said, "Raise the salaries of all employees in our investment department by one level, including mine."

The office door was left open, instantly waking up anyone who was yawning early in the morning.

Xiao Chen, who was engrossed in making steamed buns, suddenly looked up, and the bun in his mouth fell onto the table. The mouthful of food in his throat almost choked him to death.

Did he hear it correctly?

Everyone had the same look in their eyes.

Everyone was looking at him, telling him to go and ask Brother Xing.

Xiao Chen understood immediately, quickly took a sip of water to moisten his throat, and rushed to Xing Yanzhao's office door.

"Brother Xing~"

Xing Yanzhao looked up and said only one word: "Speak."

"A salary increase of one level, really?"

"It can't be fake."

Xiao Chen quickly wiped his hands, personally poured water and brought it over, fawningly saying, "God of Wealth, please have some water."

Xing Yanzhao glanced at him.

Speechless look written on his face.

Xiao Chen was still cheerful: "Brother Xing, why did you think of raising our salaries? Won't General Manager Xing and Chairman Xing be angry?"

"That's what Chairman Xing meant."

Xiao Chen was shocked.

Capitalists have actually become human!

"Chairman Xing said I don't have the demeanor of a capitalist's son. Isn't a capitalist's son just throwing money around?"

Xiao Chen: "..."

"Brother Xing, the one throwing money around is a rich young master."

Even a capitalist's son can exploit his subordinates.

Xing Yanzhao said unhurriedly, "It means the same thing, it's all the idea of ​​a rich young master."

Xiao Chen couldn't figure out whether Young Master Xing was really as ignorant as the rumors suggested, coming from the countryside, or if he was deliberately misinterpreting the situation and pretending to be weak while actually being strong.

Blurred.

"The God of Wealth is right."

Xing Yanzhao saw his sycophantic manner and said, "Get the hell out of here."

"Yes Yes Yes."

"return."

"God of Wealth, please speak."

Xing Yanzhao told him to stop acting like that and asked, "Where can I find a guide to taking care of a woman during her period?"

"I'll help you find it!" Xiao Chen raised his hand, turned around and went to do his work. In less than half an hour, he had compiled a thick stack of documents.

He introduced himself formally: "Brother Xing, he has listed out everything from the stages of a woman's menstrual cycle to the corresponding symptoms and emotions. Only by understanding this industry, no, understanding the basic situation of a woman's menstrual cycle, can we provide the corresponding care. For example, what expression should be given under what emotions, when should one not breathe, when should one say something, what should one give... all of these have examples."

Xing Yanzhao fell silent.

"in conclusion."

"Always go along with it, everything is your fault."

As soon as Xiao Chen went out, a female colleague asked, "Assistant Chen, send me a copy of the documents so I can send them to my boyfriend."