Volume 1, Chapter 38: Shedding the Disguise

After heading downstairs, Fang Mo happened to run into Li Haowen and the others.

To be honest, he rarely drank alcohol with Li Haowen, so he had no idea how well his brother could hold his liquor. However, watching Li Haowen effortlessly power through three rounds—where even now, aside from a slightly flushed face, his steps were completely steady—Fang Mo could easily tell that Li Haowen's alcohol tolerance was far superior to his own.

The three women were in a similar state; all of them were pleasantly buzzed, leaving only poor Fang Mo completely blacked out.

Seeing Fang Mo appear left them somewhat puzzled.

"Well, are you and our President Ning already finished?"

"Doesn't alcohol numb the nerves and usually make things last longer? You kid are fast, huh?"

Li Haowen smiled and made a teasing remark.

Fang Mo's old face flushed crimson as he rolled his eyes furiously. If it weren't for this guy and Sister Yuelan's friends dropping suggestive hints and making dirty jokes left and right, leaving him all hot and bothered, he wouldn't have lost his self-control under the influence of alcohol and done those things to Sister Yuelan!

"Still talking?"

Fang Mo glared at Li Haowen irritably. "Sister Yuelan almost divorced me."

Up until this moment, Fang Mo still hadn't realized that when Ning Yuelan's pretty face had flushed red as she forced him to stay in the bathroom, it wasn't out of anger, but sheer panic lest Fang Mo see the mess on the bedsheets.

"Divorced?"

Hearing those two words, Wu Jiabei and the other two women all shuddered involuntarily.

How could that be possible?

They knew very well how many elite young bachelors Ning Yuelan had passed up for the sake of the little guy right in front of them. Ning Yuelan had been secretly in love with Fang Mo for thirteen years; how could she possibly divorce him?

Song Yu glanced at Wu Jiabei, her lips parting as she probed tentatively,

"Could it be because we stirred up too much trouble and sowed discord during our drinking game earlier, and Yuelan got angry?"

"Damn it, when did Ning Yuelan become so petty?"

Wu Jiabei scratched the back of her head in bewilderment. She had been the most enthusiastic instigator today; if the two of them really broke up over some drinking games, Wu Jiabei would definitely die of guilt and self-blame.

Li Haowen wanted to pull Fang Mo back to ask a few more questions, but the young man simply tossed out a "Let's talk later" and sprinted out toward the resort grounds.

Unable to set their minds at ease, Wu Jiabei and the other women hurried toward Room 088.

As for Li Haowen, he took his room card and headed up to another floor by himself.

Although Wu Jiabei had strongly demanded that Li Haowen join her to discuss a "case" tonight—though whether they would start playing poker halfway through the discussion remained a mystery—her mischievous plans were ultimately squashed by Song Yu and the other two.

What a joke. To share a bed with someone they had known for less than twenty-four hours?

Li Wenhan would be so furious he'd crawl out of his grave tonight and strangle this wild little minx.

Ning Yuelan was completely dumbfounded when she saw the three women.

"Why are you guys here?"

Wu Jiabei shrugged and went straight to the point,

"We naturally came to rescue your marriage, which is currently teetering on the verge of a divorce crisis. Did you and your little hubby have a fight?"

Huh?

What verge of a divorce crisis?

And when on earth did I ever fight with Fang Mo?

Ning Yuelan, dressed in her pajamas, froze instantly. She knitted her slender brows and shook her head.

"No, we didn't. What kind of nonsense are you talking about?"

Seeing Ning Yuelan's denial, Song Yu, with her sharp eyes, noticed that the wisps of hair on Ning Yuelan's forehead were plastered to her skin with sweat, looking slightly disheveled. Coupled with the woman's slightly labored breathing at the moment, Song Yu instantly became certain that the two of them had definitely quarreled eight times out of ten.

"Don't we know you?"

Song Yu smiled and teased,

"Once our President Ning's temper flares up, not even ten oxen can drag her back. Did you get mad because Fang Mo didn't let you win during the games? We just ran into Fang Mo downstairs."

Hearing this, Ning Yuelan became even more baffled.

You ran into Fang Mo, and then what?

Could it be that the little guy told you guys we had a fight?

Isn't that pure nonsense?

Fang Mo was never the type to speak recklessly; why would he go shooting his mouth off for no reason?

"Where is Fang Mo?"

Ning Yuelan glanced past the three women.

Wu Jiabei shook her head. "He went downstairs to buy something. Didn't say what, but he was in an awful rush."

"Come on, spill it. Why did you guys fight?"

Hearing this, Ning Yuelan helplessly massaged her temples. She could more or less guess why the three women had paid her a visit in the middle of the night.

"We really didn't fight."

"A night of love is worth a thousand pieces of gold; we were almost sharing a bed, what would we fight about for no reason? Isn't a harmonious husband-and-wife relationship wonderful? Or do I, Ning Yuelan, look like such a petty person?"

"My period came, and I wasn't feeling well, so I sent Fang Mo downstairs to buy me some medicine. That's why he happened to bump into you guys in such a rush. As for any divorce or fighting, it's all completely groundless. Who on earth did you hear that from?"

Her period?

At this, all three women froze completely.

It wasn't because they fought?

Seeing Ning Yuelan holding her lower abdomen with both hands, her face carrying an unnatural pallor, Song Yu's eyes suddenly widened.

"You mean your forehead was drenched in sweat not because you were mad from a fight, but because you were in pain?"

"Duh. You try drinking ice beer and eating seafood only for it to coincide right with the day your period arrives."

Ning Yuelan rolled her eyes and glared irritably at Song Yu.

It wasn't a fight; it really was her period.

The three women suddenly felt a wave of sympathy for this young couple. The timing of Ning Yuelan's period was truly unfortunate—it didn't come early, and it didn't come late, arriving precisely when the two of them were about to consummate their marriage.

Wasn't this deliberate sabotage?

"Since you're here, don't just stand around. I was so embarrassed just now; Fang Mo had already taken off his pants, and end result—I got blood all over the bedsheets. I was too ashamed to face him, so I immediately banished him to the shower room."

Ning Yuelan let out a long sigh, ignoring the startled expressions on the faces of the three women.

"Since you're here, lend a hand and help me clean all this up. Remember, Fang Mo must not see this under any circumstances, or how will I ever be able to face him again!"

Seeing this formidable career woman rare display of vulnerability, the three women were slightly taken aback.

Having known her for so many years, they had always thought Ning Yuelan was an Iron Man. They had never seen the woman display such a flustered and embarrassed demeanor before.

Wu Jiabei clicked her tongue. "I really don't understand you..."

"Huh?"

Ning Yuelan blinked in bewilderment.

The next moment, Wu Jiabei said, "Getting your period is a normal physiological phenomenon for girls. What's there to be embarrassed about? Even if you make a mess of the whole room, someone who loves you won't just refrain from minding—they'll even feel heartbroken for you."

"Why on earth would you endure abdominal pain all by yourself while frantically trying to clean up that mess? Today was the perfect opportunity for you to show your vulnerable side to your little hubby!"

Ning Yuelan opened her mouth to retort.

Song Yu chimed in as well,

"Yeah, actually, on this point, I'm with Wu Jiabei. Your little hubby bravely endured his alcohol buzz and ran out in the middle of the night just to buy you pain relief medicine."

"That shows he's a gentle person deep down."

"Since he likes you, naturally he won't care about the things you mentioned."

"Of course, when it comes to matters of the heart, our opinions don't count for much. Handle it however you see fit, but personally, I don't think it would be a big deal even if your little hubby saw it."

With that, Song Yu shrugged.

"Besides, it's the middle of the night right now. If you want to change the bedding, either you'll have to make your Fang Mo go retrieve things from the storage room on the second floor himself, or you'll just have to wait until the hotel staff starts their shift at eight-thirty in the morning."

"At this hour, even if you strip off the dirty bedding, nobody is coming to change it for you."

Ah!

Hearing this, Ning Yuelan was startled.

However, Song Yu had already pulled Wu Jiabei and the others away toward the door.

"It's going to rain later tonight. You and your little hubby can't just sleep in bed with your clothes on without covering yourselves with anything, right? When Fang Mo comes back, talk it over with him. If all else fails, have him take off the bedding and flip it inside out to use."

Having said her piece, Song Yu led the other two women away in a swagger.

Left behind with a flushed face, Ning Yuelan stood there completely at a loss.

At this moment, the woman had cast aside the mask of the formidable career woman she usually wore to protect herself.

The number of times she had blushed within this single hour alone exceeded the total number of times she had blushed in the entire past year.

She turned her head to look at the bloodstains on the bed in the room, a flash of shamed annoyance crossing her pretty face once more.

"Actually... I was fully prepared to give myself to the little guy today too. But it just had to spoil the mood at a time like this. Honestly..."