Is Brother He giving her a lesson in physiology?
In her past life, nobody had given her such a lesson. She had thought she was seriously ill and about to die when her period first came.
Knowing about it in this lifetime, she had embarrassed herself in front of Brother He, and he even had to give her a lesson on it. What karma had she created?
With things having come this far, Shen Mianmian steeled her heart, went along with what He Nan was saying, and pretended to be completely ignorant. She nodded and made an ’mm’ sound. For origınal chapters go to 𝗻𝗼𝘷𝗲𝗹•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥
Then she added in a quiet voice, "Thank you for your trouble, Brother He."
He Nan responded with pursed lips.
He didn’t mind the trouble; he just couldn’t guarantee that he would be there for her every time this happened.
Zhou Lanfang clearly didn’t bother with her daily life, and Shen Jianhua, as a man, even less so.
She had no sisters, and it was likely that no one had told her these physiological facts, which is why he said a bit more.
He Nan dropped Shen Mianmian off at the intersection where Lu Siyuan had parked his ox cart. Following He Nan’s instruction, she placed his coat on the passenger seat, then, holding her dirty clothes, got out of the car.
This time, she didn’t watch He Nan drive away like she used to. As soon as she got out, she ran off.
"If you don’t come back soon, I’m going to fall asleep."
Upon seeing Shen Mianmian return, Lu Siyuan jumped off the ox cart and turned it around.
Having waited for so long, he was almost falling asleep.
"As for the shop, Brother He is willing to help. We just have to wait for the news," Shen Mianmian said, not wanting to ramble. She shared the good news directly with him and then climbed onto the ox cart.
Lu Siyuan was delighted but then noticed something off about Shen Mianmian’s clothes. "Did Brother He buy you new clothes again?" When Shen Mianmian had left earlier, she hadn’t been carrying anything and certainly wasn’t wearing these pants.
"Mm," Shen Mianmian nodded, then made up an excuse, "My previous pants had come apart at the seams."
"How could the clothes you just bought fall apart at the seams?"
Lu Siyuan found it odd and glanced at the bag Shen Mianmian was using to carry her clothes. Seeing his look, Shen Mianmian quickly covered the bag with her body.
"Isn’t it normal for seams to come apart? I’ll just sew it when I get back."
Lu Siyuan didn’t suspect anything and turned his attention to the bag with the sanitary pads, "What’s in there?"
It was covered in a black plastic bag, and he couldn’t see what was inside.
"Some female products," Shen Mianmian clutched the bag even tighter.
"What female products?" Lu Siyuan’s curiosity was piqued. "Let me take a look."
"Why are you acting like a busybody?" Shen Mianmian glared at him. "What’s there to look at?"
"What’s the harm in looking?"
The more Shen Mianmian refused to show him, the stronger Lu Siyuan’s curiosity grew. While she wasn’t paying attention, he tried to snatch the bag, and in the tussle, the plastic bag tore.
A sanitary pad fell out, and Lu Siyuan picked it up, looking at it curiously, "What is this?"
In this era, very few people in the countryside used sanitary pads. Most used cloth that was washed and reused, and others used toilet paper.
Over eighty percent of people had never seen a sanitary pad, so Lu Siyuan had no idea what it was used for.
Shen Mianmian was almost furious, snatching it back hurriedly.
Seeing Shen Mianmian truly get angry, Lu Siyuan felt a bit wronged, "It’s just a cotton pad, what’s wrong with taking a look?" Why insult someone over this, what’s there to be angry about?