Mr. Satan, let's meet tonight!

The strange man walked up to Shang Xi and squatted down.

He spoke without looking at her directly, "Hello, Miss Shang, I am Tang Yi, your personal physician. Please extend your right hand so I can take your pulse."

ha?

Check your pulse?

Traditional Chinese medicine?

Shang Xi blinked and watched as the person in front of her solemnly took a hand pad from the medicine box in his hand and placed it on the sofa.

Although she found it novel, she did as he said.

Tang Yi knelt on one knee and placed his fingers on Shang Xi's pulse without expression.

About three minutes later, he stood up.

"Sir, Miss Shang just has some cold uterus, and the irregular timing and menstrual pain are caused by taking too many birth control pills these days."

"Do you need to take medicine?"

"It's best to take the medicine, and you should take birth control pills as little as possible."

"Okay, go and do it."

"Yes."

After Tang Yi packed up his medicine box, he left.

Si Tingye said coolly, "You stay home tonight, you don't need to come with me."

Shang Xi nodded first, then suddenly thought of something and asked, "It's not good to be alone in this kind of situation. Mr. Si, are you looking for Miss Mu?"

No sooner had the words left her lips than the sound of clattering high heels came from outside the door.

With almost no blush at her uninvited arrival, Mu Pianran walked in with a natural and generous smile.

She asked with concern, "Miss Shang, you don't look well. Are you feeling unwell? Would you like me to take a look?"

"Thank you for your concern, Miss Mu." Shang Xi smiled back, pressing the hot water bottle the maid had given her against her stomach. "It's just menstrual cramps."

Mu Pianran nodded slightly, but didn't say anything more. Instead, she looked at the man beside her and said, "Ye, the old man just called me and asked me to come and accompany you to the party tonight. I didn't know what you needed to prepare, so I came to help you in advance."

"The old man's phone call?"

"Yes."

Si Tingye looked up at her, his voice low, "Miss Mu truly lives up to the old man's high regard for her."

Upon hearing these words, spoken in a flat tone yet seemingly laced with sarcasm, Mu Pianran's smile froze.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

In Shang Xi's memory, it seemed that every time Mu Pianran faced the man beside her, all her false pretenses would quickly disappear.

Tsk, such a wealthy heiress is really pitiful.

How could a fiancée who uses that old man in London to coerce a man possibly win his heart?

Ha, what a pipe dream!

Perhaps the anger from being oppressed all morning hadn't dissipated, and he felt he had to take it out on others.

Shang Xi leaned back lazily on the sofa and casually asked, "Mr. Si just said he would take me with him. Miss Mu shouldn't mind, right?"

Sure enough, as soon as these words were spoken, Mu Pianran's hand gripping her bag tightened even more.

Applying pressure with your fingertips, they turn faintly white.

After a long while, she finally smiled and said, "Of course I don't mind. Since it was Ye who invited Miss Shang, how could I mind?"

Shang Xi nodded, looked the woman up and down, and said thoughtfully, "That's good. However... although it's still early, I suppose Miss Mu hasn't had time to prepare a dress yet. If you don't mind, why don't you wear mine? Mr. Si prepared many new ones for me, but I haven't worn them yet."

"No need to trouble yourself," Mu Pianran said with a stiff smile, politely declining.

Although I tried my best to maintain a smile, I felt like I was about to break down from anger at this little jerk.

How could her fiancé... how could he be so good to this little bitch!