The abandoned daughter of the Lu family turns around and marries a celibate tycoon.

"I...I think...my period has started..."

Gu Yanshen suddenly stopped, took a small step back, and looked at her blushing and helpless face in the dim light.

"Really?" The emotion in his voice had not yet faded.

"Today...the 12th...and...my stomach has been hurting a little since the beginning." Lu Xiran's voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, so embarrassed that she wanted to bury herself in the blanket.

Gu Yanshen's gaze darkened, and he reached out to turn on the bedside lamp.

The soft light instantly filled the room, making the dark red spot on the bed sheet impossible to hide.

Lu Xiran let out a soft "Ah," immediately closed her eyes tightly, turned her head to the side, and even her neck turned pink, as if she wanted to disappear on the spot.

Gu Yanshen's eyes darkened for a moment, then quickly recovered. He immediately got out of bed, took out the thickest and softest cashmere robe from the wardrobe, carefully wrapped her from head to toe, then bent down and steadily picked her up in his arms.

"You...you go outside and wait for me..." Lu Xiran buried her burning face in his chest, protesting in a muffled voice.

Gu Yanshen looked at her blushing ears and knew he couldn't tease her anymore. "Call me when you're done."

His voice was a little tense, and after he finished speaking, he turned around and closed the door.

Back in the bedroom, he deftly tore off the soiled sheets and put on brand new ones. His movements were swift and decisive, yet carried an almost rigid focus, as if he were trying to calm the restlessness within him that had not yet completely subsided.

A short while later, Lu Xiran's soft call came from the bathroom. Gu Yanshen went in and saw that she had changed into clean pajamas, her cheeks still flushed, and she didn't dare to look at him. He wrapped her tightly in his robe again, carried her back to the now-fresh bed, and carefully tucked her in.

"Does your stomach still hurt?" He sat on the edge of the bed, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from her cheek with his fingers. "I looked it up, and it says you can drink some brown sugar water. Do you have any brown sugar at home?"

"It's okay." Lu Xiran shook her head, curling herself up deeper into the soft blankets, leaving only her eyes showing. "I'll feel a little uncomfortable for the first couple of days, but I'll be fine in a couple of days."

Gu Yanshen didn't insist anymore. He simply reached out and gently rubbed the top of her head. "Then you should go to sleep first." He helped her lie down, tucked in the blankets, and turned off the light.

He turned and went into the bathroom.

In the darkness, Lu Xiran's hearing became exceptionally acute.

She could vaguely hear the sound of water hitting the ground after the shower was turned on. In between the rushing water, there seemed to be one or two muffled gasps, extremely suppressed and masked by the water flow.

Her face flushed again in the darkness, her heart pounded, and she quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

After a long while, the mattress beside her sank slightly. Gu Yanshen pulled her to lie down beside him. Lu Xiran held her breath and remained motionless.

She felt him gaze at her quietly for a moment, and then a very light, very soft kiss landed on the top of her head. Next, his arms carefully encircled her, gently pulling her into his embrace.

Lu Xiran leaned against his warm, firm chest, the steady, powerful beating of his heart ringing in her ears. That sound strangely soothed her lingering shyness and the previous turmoil in her heart, a sense of unprecedented security, mixed with the lingering excitement, enveloped her.

She quietly snuggled closer to him.

When Lu Xiran woke up, sunlight was already streaming through the gaps in the curtains, filling the bed. She had barely stirred when she heard a low, yet undeniably excited voice coming from the doorway:

"Lu, Xi, Ran—!"

Jin Qiqi tiptoed to the bedside, her eyes wide open, her face full of slyness as if she'd caught her: "You only told me today! Did you forget about your best friend now that you have a husband, huh?" She deliberately pouted, making an exaggerated heartbroken expression.

"Qiqi? What brings you here?" Lu Xiran asked in surprise, propping herself up to sit up.

"What else could it be? Your CEO Gu called personally, saying someone injured their foot and needed someone to keep them company, asking if I was free to 'favor' him today." Jin Qiqi mimicked Gu Yanshen's serious tone, then couldn't help but burst out laughing. "He also said he'd arrange for a professional caregiver to come over later to wash your hair and give you a soothing treatment. My goodness, Lu Xiaoran, are you sprained an ankle or in postpartum confinement? This treatment!"

Lu Xiran's ears burned, but before she could reply, Jin Qiqi, with her sharp eyes, glanced at the obviously extra pillow beside her, raising her eyebrows high: "Oh—this is... evidence of sharing a bed?"

"Don't think such things!" Lu Xiran's face flushed red, and she quickly pulled the blanket up. "I...I got my period."

Jin Qiqi paused for a second, then her eyes lit up like searchlights. She leaned closer, lowered her voice, and spoke with the excitement of discovering a new continent: "So, what you mean is—if you didn't have your period, you would already be... um?" She nudged Lu Xiran lightly with her elbow with a mischievous smile.

"Can it be interpreted that way?" Lu Xiran was speechless, but upon closer reflection... the situation last night seemed... to be exactly what had happened. Her face turned even redder, and she simply buried her face in her knees.

"Lu Xiran!" Jin Qiqi excitedly grabbed her hand, as if her favorite couple had just received a massive dose of sweetness. "I knew it! I knew the way he looked at you was definitely not innocent! What contract, what agreement, it's all just an excuse! Gu Yanshen has definitely fallen for you, fallen for you!"

Lu Xiran was filled with mixed emotions. She wanted to talk to Jin Qiqi about Song Zhihe, about her vague doubts and anxieties, but the words caught in her throat, feeling they were just unfounded speculations, and she couldn't bring herself to say them. Seeing her friend's happy expression, she ultimately swallowed her turbulent thoughts, listening instead to Jin Qiqi's animated tales of recent gossip in Haicheng's socialite circles—Lin Li's repeated setbacks with Lu Xueyan, and how Lu Xiran's status as "Gu's fiancée" had made her the center of attention…

Meanwhile, in the president's office of the Gu Group.

A file lay open in front of Gu Yanshen, his phone vibrating silently on the table, the name "Song Zhihe" flashing persistently on the screen. On the twentieth ring, he finally swiped to answer.

"You finally answered my call." Song Zhihe's voice came through the phone, trembling slightly and betraying the exhaustion of a sleepless night. "Xiao He... my assistant, where is she?"

"Where do you think she should be?" Gu Yanshen's voice was completely flat, as cold as if it had been chilled to the bone.

"Yan Shen, she's my personal assistant, she's been with me for many years, she knows too much about me..." Song Zhihe's voice softened, pleading, "For my sake, please let her go, okay? I promise I'll..."

"She broke the law herself, damaged the safety facilities on the filming set, and attempted to harm someone." Gu Yanshen interrupted her, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "It's not a matter of whether I let her off the hook or not, it's a matter of whether the law will let her off the hook or not."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone. When she spoke again, Song Zhihe's voice carried a hint of sharpness and grievance: "I asked Jingyan, Lu Xiran...it's just a sprained ankle, she'll be fine after a few days of rest. Yan Shen, do you really have to be so ruthless over such a 'trivial matter'?"

"A minor matter?" Gu Yanshen's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his fingers gripping the pen tightened slightly. "If she hadn't reacted quickly and dodged, the person lying in the hospital now would be much more than just a sprained ankle. Song Zhihe, you'd better be glad she only suffered a minor injury."