Chapter 35: Wash It Yourself or Should I Help You?

Sheng Ze's car followed behind, neither fast nor slow.

The woman in the passenger seat had gone quiet, only stealing a glance at him from time to time.

Sheng Ze kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other on his phone, sending a location to Shen Yanhui every two minutes.

【Getting on the elevated road.】

【Heading toward the East Second Ring Road.】

【Taking the exit ramp.】

【Turning into Wutong Street.】

Shen Yanhui didn't reply to a single one.

But Sheng Ze knew he was watching.

Because just as he turned the car into Wutong Street, he saw that familiar black Bentley already parked at the entrance of the club.

The headlights were on, and the engine hadn't been cut.

Sheng Ze stepped on the brake and parked the car at the street corner opposite. He didn't get out, only rolled down the window and lit a cigarette.

"Young Master Sheng, are we not going in?" the woman asked in a low voice.

"Waiting to watch the show." Sheng Ze bit down on his cigarette and smiled.

When Gu Yan stepped out of the car, the cramping in her lower abdomen had eased somewhat.

She was just about to walk into the club when the view before her suddenly darkened.

A familiar, crisp scent enveloped her entirely.

The next second, her feet left the ground, and she was scooped up by the waist.

Gu Yan was startled and instinctively wrapped her arms around the person's neck. She tilted her face up and met Shen Yanhui's calm eyes.

"Huh?" She blinked. "Why are you here?"

Shen Yanhui didn't speak, only lowered his gaze to look at her.

His expression was indifferent, his thin lips pressed tightly together.

He looked to be in a foul mood.

Lin Wei stood to the side, opened her mouth, but didn't dare to make a sound.

Shen Yanhui held her and turned to walk straight toward the Bentley.

Gu Yan grew anxious: "Hey, hey, hey... Shen Yanhui! I'm here to see the band perform! I've already bought the tickets!"

He didn't stop his pace.

"Chang Su." His voice was cold.

Chang Su immediately stepped forward: "Sir."

Shen Yanhui opened the car door and carefully placed Gu Yan into the back seat. "Go talk to the person in charge of the club, have the band invited back to Man Island, and have them perform for Miss Gu alone tonight."

Gu Yan wanted to say something more, but seeing his tightly pressed lips, she wisely shut her mouth.

The car door closed, shutting out the world outside.

Watching the Bentley drive away, Sheng Ze gave a light "tsk." "The high-mountain flower falling from his pedestal—so this is what it looks like."

The woman in the passenger seat wanted to say something but held back, a flash of envy in her eyes.

She turned her head to look at the man in the driver's seat and pressed her lips together.

Forget it; love was too much of a luxury for someone like her. It was better to get more benefits while he hadn't yet grown tired of her.

Inside the Bentley.

Shen Yanhui sat beside Gu Yan, not looking at her, nor speaking.

He simply reached out to turn up the air conditioning and shook out the thin blanket draped over the back of the seat, covering her legs with it.

His movements were very light, completely at odds with the cold expression on his face.

Gu Yan wrapped herself in the blanket and peeked at him.

He was angry, that was obvious.

She pressed her lips together and decided to strike first.

"Shen Yanhui..." Her voice softened, and she nudged closer to him. "My stomach hurts."

He still didn't look at her, only took a thermos from the storage compartment, unscrewed it, and held it to her lips.

It was red date and ginger tea at the perfect temperature.

Gu Yan took small sips; the warm liquid slid down her throat, warming her all the way to her stomach.

She drank a few mouthfuls, pushed the cup away, and leaned softly against his shoulder.

"It really hurts so much..." Her voice was soft and glutinous, carrying a hint of aggrieved nasal tone. "I couldn't even stand steady at the pharmacy just now..."

Shen Yanhui finally turned his head to look at her.

His gaze rested on her pale face for a few seconds. Then he raised his hand and pressed his palm against her lower abdomen.

Through the thin fabric of her dress and the blanket, his warm palm covered her gently.

Gu Yan's eyelashes trembled.

He had already sent someone to the pharmacy to ask earlier, so naturally, he knew this troublesome little girl was suffering from period cramps.

"Did you take the medicine?" he asked. His voice was still low, but softer than before.

"Mm." She nodded.

He gave an "mm" in response, his palm beginning to rub and press in a slow, rhythmic motion.

The pressure was moderate, moving in clockwise circles.

Gu Yan squinted in comfort, like a cat being stroked. She simply curled up into his arms, her forehead resting against his shoulder.

"Don't be angry anymore..." she whispered. "I didn't know it would hurt this much..."

Shen Yanhui did not answer, his kneading movements merely becoming a bit more meticulous.

Gu Yan pushed her luck, her fingers tugging at the front of his shirt collar as she swayed gently: "Brother..."

Shen Yanhui's Adam's apple bobbed.

"I was wrong." Her voice was even softer, "Next time I will definitely drink Doctor Zhou's medicine properly and won't secretly pour it out."

He glanced at her sideways, "You even poured out Doctor Zhou's medicine?"

Gu Yan was stunned.

Damn it, she confessed too quickly.

Shen Yanhui pinched her chin, his eyes narrowing slightly, "So, you haven't been drinking the medicine properly all along?"

Gu Yan lowered her eyes guiltily, "The medicine is so bitter..."

Shen Yanhui stared at her for two seconds, then suddenly lowered his head and bit her lip.

It wasn't heavy, but it carried a sense of punishment.

Gu Yan let out a soft hum; she didn't dodge, but instead lifted her face to follow him, kissing his chin.

"Don't be angry anymore, okay?" She looked at him with wet, glistening eyes.

Shen Yanhui didn't speak, just rubbed her full, rosy lips with his thumb. After a long while, he sighed and kissed her gently.

The car drove steadily through the night.

Gu Yan snuggled into a comfortable position in his arms, her hand quietly wrapping around his waist.

Beneath her palm, his muscles were tensed tight. But the movement of him rubbing her lower abdomen remained gentle throughout.

She secretly curled the corners of her mouth.

See.

No matter how angry he gets, he's still completely wrapped around her finger.

When the car drove into Man Island, it was already completely dark.

Chang Su had called ahead, and the band was already waiting on the island. The lights and sound equipment were all set up, placed on the platform by the lake.

When Shen Yanhui carried Gu Yan out of the car, her lower abdomen didn't hurt much anymore. But she didn't make a sound, letting him carry her as they walked toward the house.

"The performance..." she reminded him in a low voice.

"Wash up and change clothes first." He didn't stop his pace, "We'll watch it after you're done."

Gu Yan nodded obediently.

Passing through the living room, she caught a glimpse of a stack of documents on the coffee table; the one on top was a photocopy of a pharmacy receipt.

The time of purchase, the name of the medicine, and even the clerk's description of "customer pale, needed support"... were all printed clearly.

She shrank her neck guiltily.

Shen Yanhui carried her into the bedroom, placed her on the sofa, and then turned to go to the bathroom to run the water.

The sound of rushing water began.

Gu Yan sat in the sofa, watching his back.

His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his sturdy forearms. When he bent over to test the water temperature, the lines of his shoulder blades were clearly visible beneath the fabric.

Mmm... she wanted to paint him again.

When she had free time, she would paint many, many portraits of him.

And then keep them hidden away, just for her to look at.

Shen Yanhui finished running the water and came out, seeing her sitting there in a daze, his brows slightly furrowed: "Still not feeling well?"

"No." She shook her head and reached out to him, "Want a hug."

He walked over, bent down, and picked her up.

"Wash it yourself," his voice was low and hoarse, "or should I help you."

Gu Yan's face heated up: "... I'll do it myself."

Shen Yanhui carried her into the bathroom and used his foot to pull the door shut.

With a soft 'click', the door lock engaged.

In the swirling steam, he placed her on the marble edge of the vanity, his warm palms still steadily supporting her waist.

His fingertips moved downward, touching the zipper at her side.

"No... didn't I say I'd do it myself?" Gu Yan stammered.

"You said you'd wash yourself, you didn't say you'd undress yourself."

The sound of the zipper sliding down was faint yet clear.

From her waist to her hip line, it split open inch by inch. The chill seeped into her skin, making her tremble slightly.

Gu Yan hurriedly raised her hands to protect her front, but her wrists were caught by him and pinned behind her back.

This posture forced her to arch her chest, its beautiful curve rising and falling with her breath, carrying an aggressive beauty.

"Shen Yanhui you... shameless..."

Her angry scolding was swallowed up entirely, and the thin fabric on her body.

Left her body, piece by piece.

Shen Yanhui whispered in her ear: "Forgot so quickly? You were the one who asked me to help you undress."