Tang Yanqi’s small gesture made Sheng Jianan feel as if something had pierced his heart, it hurt a little, softly.
Mrs. Zhang quickly brought up some brown sugar water, ready to feed it to Tang Yanqi, but Sheng Jianan reached out and took it: "I’ll do it."
Mrs. Zhang opened her mouth wide as she watched Sheng Jianan. She had been with the Sheng Family for many years and could say she watched Sheng Jianan grow up. When had the esteemed Crown Prince of the Sheng Family ever taken care of someone?
Sheng Jianan didn’t notice Mrs. Zhang’s astonished expression; he just concentrated on feeding the brown sugar water to Tang Yanqi. His expression was very focused, but he was really clumsy. It took ten minutes to finally get the whole bowl of brown sugar water into Tang Yanqi.
The doctor quickly arrived and upon learning that it was just menstrual cramps, he breathed a sigh of relief, but still performed an examination on Tang Yanqi, as instructed by Sheng Jianan.
"Mr. Sheng, the Young Madam has a rather weak constitution, compounded by malnutrition, her body’s foundation is poor, and she has a cold uterus, which is causing her severe menstrual cramps."
"Yes, it might be related to the Young Madam’s neglect of these matters in her youth, like eating cold foods or touching cold water during her periods or catching a chill."
As Sheng Jianan listened, he frowned more and more, and spoke with some irritation: "How to resolve it?" For more chapters visit novel·fıre·net
"Chinese medicine can regulate it, but it requires long-term commitment to taking the medicine. We’ve given the Young Madam a sedative, which can ease the pain, but it’s not a fundamental solution."
Sheng Jianan frowned and waved his hand to signal Mrs. Zhang to follow up on the next steps. Everyone could see that Young Master Sheng was quite displeased right now, and they hurriedly left, giving space to the couple.
Sheng Jianan sat down by the bed, his gaze a bit complex. This phrase "malnutrition" was something he had heard for the second time.
Looking at the little figure lying on the bed, so frail and weak, she could completely be described by the phrase "delicate and fragile." Some things that had appeared in Sheng Jianan’s mind before, but went unnoticed, now resurfaced.
Tang Yanqi was the daughter of the Tang Family, but how did she resemble a lady of wealth? Recalling past events, her forbearance, her strength, even though not all wealthy ladies were pampered and spoiled, Sheng Jianan had never seen any lady live like she did.
These thoughts had appeared countless times before. Sheng Jianan had considered them but never paid much attention. But now, looking at Tang Yanqi, he suddenly felt deep heartache for this girl, not the previous agitated heartache, but an indescribable heartache.
Sheng Jianan reached out and touched Tang Yanqi’s cheek, for the first time having a feeling that she was his wife, his woman.
Tang Yanqi hazily slept for more than an hour before waking up. Her stomach no longer hurt, but she still felt a bit weak. Propping herself up, she sat up and looked around the bedroom, which was empty except for her. Tang Yanqi pressed her lips together; she didn’t remember how she fell asleep, but she was sure that she must have embarrassed herself in front of Sheng Jianan again.
After freshening up in the bathroom, Tang Yanqi opened the door and heard fluent British English coming from next door. Her English was good, and she understood that Sheng Jianan was discussing some financial economics matters, probably work-related.
Tang Yanqi was a bit surprised. She hadn’t expected Sheng Jianan to still be here. It wasn’t the weekend. Wasn’t he going to work?
Remembering that Sheng Jianan was supposed to work, Tang Yanqi snapped back to reality. She had a full day of classes today, and not only did she not attend them, but she didn’t even excuse herself. She hurried back to her room, grabbed her phone, and called Qi Cheng.