During a break, Yan Yan checked WeChat a few more times.
Someone was clearly in a good mood and sent him several cute emojis.
It was happiness overflowing from the screen.
The corners of his lips lifted uncontrollably, even he didn’t notice.
With a lazy flick of his slender fingers, he typed a message to her: [Wait for me to come back.]
No reply came; Yun Qiluo seemed not to be checking her phone anymore.
Yan Yan glanced at his watch; at this hour, she should be home by now.
She was probably lost in watching cartoons or... playing games.
Thinking about that game, he couldn’t help but feel a bit annoyed.
Yun Qiluo was indeed home, and just as Yan Yan thought, she was playing games.
After all, the drive was only about ten minutes, not enough time to quell her excitement from "making money".
Being the diligent Little Magic Fairy Luoluo she was, as soon as she got home, she dropped her backpack, took out her phone and headphones in the living room to continue her livestream.
Wang Ma had never seen her so eager to play on her phone right after getting home, instead of turning on the TV.
Shaking her head with a smile, she turned to get some fruit and snacks for her to munch on.
There was still some time before dinner, they couldn’t let Miss Yun’s stomach go hungry.
The moment Yun Qiluo saw the food, her eyes lit up and she looked at Wang Ma eagerly: "Wang Ma, I want some ice cream."
"Alright, alright, I’ll get you some ice cream."
Wang Ma responded with a smile and went to the fridge to get her a tub of strawberry Häagen-Dazs.
Yun Qiluo sat on the sofa cross-legged, playing her game, occasionally scooping some ice cream into her mouth, while vaguely arguing back with her haters in an elementary student-like manner.
Who knew before the game was even over, a dull pain crept up in her lower abdomen.
At first, she didn’t pay any attention, thinking it was just a stomachache.
Unexpectedly, it got more painful, to the point where she couldn’t even play the game properly.
It felt like her belly was being viciously twisted by someone.
She quickly turned off the game and the livestream, clutching her stomach and collapsing onto the sofa.
Wang Ma, seeing this, turned pale and rushed over: "Miss, Miss, what’s wrong with you!"
The young girl struggled to lift her head from the sofa, her face as pale as a sheet, cold sweat dripping down her forehead: "Wang Ma, I... my stomach hurts..."
"Where does it hurt? Do you need to... you know, go?"
Wang Ma was in a panic and soon alerted Housekeeper Chen.
Housekeeper Chen, being rational, immediately called for the family doctor.
After a moment’s thought, he also called Yan Yan.
Usually indifferent and calm about most things, never really caring much about others, Mr. Yan, upon receiving the news.
Immediately threw aside a billion-dollar contract, grabbed his car keys, and sped back from the company in his supercar.
However, upon returning home, he was greeted by Wang Ma, standing at Yun Qiluo’s room door, startled by his sudden return.
"Sir, why did you come back?"
In front of the servants, Yan Yan managed to maintain a bit of composure, though his phoenix eyes still betrayed an undercurrent of unrest: "Housekeeper Chen told me something happened to her?"
Wang Ma’s face suddenly showed some embarrassment and a hint of helplessness.
She respectfully whispered:
"Sir, it’s nothing serious, Miss Yun just... it’s her period, it should be normal menstrual pain."
Hearing this, besides feeling exasperated, he inexplicably felt a sense of relief deep down.