Upon receiving the phone call, Shi Yu instantly lost interest in anything else, quickly snapped the document he was halfway through reading shut, his gaze faintly darkened, "Where does it hurt?"
"Ate something wrong?"
"No, I have menstrual cramps..."
Upon hearing this, Shi Yu’s gaze turned hostile, and then he coldly spit out a sentence, "Endure it!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.
With phone in hand, Shen Cheng heard the tone from the other side, her already pale face losing even more color.
She frowned in displeasure, tossing the phone aside.
She reached for a pillow, turned over, and lay on her stomach on top of it, seemingly trying to use this posture to relieve the discomfort in her abdomen.
With eyes closed, she thought that if she could just fall asleep, everything would be okay, but the thought of how that man had ignored her and even hung up on her made her angry!
Men, they are creatures that think with their lower half, only knowing pleasure, not compassion.
The more she thought about it, the more indignant she became, so she sat up again, picked up her phone, and opened the online store.
In the search box, she typed, "menstrual pain patches."
She had heard about this product before and it seemed quite effective.
She browsed a store with a monthly sales volume exceeding thirty thousand. God, the price was really cheap, 29.8 yuan for a box.
But price was secondary, sales volume was key.
Are there so many women with menstrual cramps?
She consulted with customer service: "Are these patches effective?"
Customer Service: "Dear, if it’s ineffective, a full refund, oh."
Shen Cheng: "Refunds are too troublesome!"
Customer Service: "Dear, refunds are not troublesome, and very convenient, you can return it anytime, oh."
Shen Cheng: "That hurts, do you even know how to sell stuff!"
Customer Service: "Dear, this baby has undergone professional training, very good at sales, oh!"
Customer Service: "Dear, are you still there? The store is running a promotion, buy ten boxes and get a selfie stick, oh!"
Shen Cheng: "Are you sick! Why would you give a selfie stick with menstrual pain patches?"
Customer Service: "Dear, you can take a selfie while wearing the menstrual pain patch, to showcase to other buyers, oh!"
Customer Service: "Dear, if you need it just place an order, oh!"
Shen Cheng didn’t continue to reply because she felt certain that this customer service must be sick, and severely so!
Then, she started to place orders...
One after another, one after another.
She wasn’t actually planning to buy; she was just doing it for fun.
In just five minutes, she had placed dozens of orders and after paying for each order, chose to refund them.
The reason for the refund she submitted was, "Ordered wrong, will reorder."
Then, system notifications kept popping up, "The seller has agreed to your refund request, and the refund amount will be returned to your account within one working day."
Soon, Shen Cheng turned off her phone.
Lying in bed, her eyebrows tightly furrowed, she rubbed her abdomen gently, for the first time experiencing what was meant by pain accompanied by pleasure.
Meanwhile, at the same time, Shi Yu dialed Qin Jin’s phone but remained silent.
He said nothing, and Qin Jin started to ask, "What’s up, got something bothering you?"
Shi Yu gave a cold hum in response, turned the speakerphone on, and threw the phone onto the desk.
He took out a cigarette from the pack, lit it, put it in his mouth, took a drag, and spoke with irritation, "When a woman is uncomfortable during her special time, is there a way to relieve it?"
Hearing his words, Qin Jin on the other end of the phone asked with a laugh, "What special time? Can you be more specific?"
Shi Yu’s eyes darkened, tinged with a bone-chilling coldness, "Don’t play dumb with me."