After Breaking Up, I Married the Dying Tycoon in a Flash
Chapter 57: Love Is Caring (Bonus - for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 57: Chapter 57: Love Is Caring (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

Shen Jinci’s noble and indifferent eyebrows softened with a gentle warmth, as he sighed, almost mockingly, "And here I thought I had made my feelings quite obvious."

It was true...

Bian Yue, shocked, lifted her gaze, her emotions in her eyes crumbling into astonishment.

"You..." Bian Yue hesitated, biting her lip and frowning, as if she wanted to speak but held back.

Shen Jinci asked her what she really wanted to say.

In fact, Bian Yue wanted to say, Shen Jinci, do you have a crush on me?

That thought was like slapping a golden label on her own face, exceedingly narcissistic.

As the words approached her lips, Bian Yue swallowed them back, softly saying, "It’s nothing, there’s nothing I want to say."

Her expression truly didn’t look like it was nothing at all.

Shen Jinci didn’t call her out. He stroked her hair and said, "Let’s go home first, what would you like to eat tonight?"

"I don’t have a preference. How about you?"

"Me neither," replied Shen Jinci. His fingertips moved through Bian Yue’s hair, affectionately touching the tips. With tender eyes, he softly said, "I learned how to make sweet and sour pork loin. Shall I make it for you?"

Bian Yue was astonished, asking when he learned to do that.

Shen Jinci said he just flipped through a book; it was simple, no need to learn much.

Bian Yue admired him, praising that Shen Jinci, as an elite, sure could make such a difficult dish seems easy!

Yet, she did not spare his feelings.

Halfway through the meal, Bian Yue’s face turned pale, and she put down her chopsticks.

With the hall’s lights casting moving reflections and the refined antique décor, Bian Yue’s pained green expression was utterly out of place, as if she were about to pass out at any moment.

"Is it that disgusting?" Shen Jinci frowned seriously, "Then stop eating it, try some other dishes."

Bian Yue shook her head, deeply sincere.

She looked up at Shen Jinci, and after a long pause, with teeth clenched and a trembling voice, said, "Mr. Shen, I have my period."

Shen Jinci was startled, then after a moment, comprehended and stood up, his usually impassive face showing rare bewilderment. He said, "There are spare sanitary pads. I’ll go get them for you."

Bian Yue watched him in shock, her voice painfully wavering, as she half-believed, half-queried, "Why do you have sanitary pads?"

Shen Jinci, while speaking, had already reached Bian Yue’s side. "Thinking you’re a girl, you would need these things, so I had them prepared," he said.

He helped Bian Yue sit down on the sofa next to him, poured her a cup of warm water, and said, "I’ll go get them now, wait here for me."

Moments later, the man returned, bending over with a sanitary pad in hand.

He placed the thin item in the palm of Bian Yue’s hand. Typically reserved, now with furrowed brows, he asked if she was in severe pain, noting her pallor, and whether she might need to visit the hospital later.

The man’s expression was grave, his concern overwhelming, stirring a complex whirl of emotions within Bian Yue’s heart.

She lowered her gaze, clenched the sanitary pad and said there was no need, hurriedly standing up.

Bian Yue’s habit of painful menstruation began at the age of 17, during a torrential downpour.

Above the funeral hall, with the rooftop lashed by the heavy rain, the bone-chilling coldness was etched into her life.

Bian Yue remembered the first time she experienced menstrual pain, she was still trying to take it lightly, thinking that this was the infamous menstrual cramp Wen Jiao often mentioned; indeed, it’s not until one sees it for oneself that one realizes its formidable power.

As it happened more frequently, it was hard to tell whether numbness or pain was more dominant.

Bian Yue had grown accustomed to it, but when Shen Jinci asked with such evident concern, her emotions were still complex and difficult.

After taking painkillers at night, she felt dizzy and groggy, yet the pain had not completely subsided.

Bian Yue woke up from a hazy sleep and saw a text message from Shen Jinci.

He wrote, "If you feel unwell, let me know. I’m free tonight and can accompany you to the hospital."

It’s not known whether it was the night that stirs the heart, but on a whim, Bian Yue got up and went to the study.

It was already very late. Bian Yue remembered she had just checked her phone—it was half past eleven in the evening, yet Shen Jinci was still dealing with office work.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he looked up from a stack of documents in the direction of Bian Yue.

She stood at the doorway, holding a pillow in her arms, looking towards him with a gaze full of probing and uneasiness.

Shen Jinci’s heart seemed to be kneaded, suddenly filled with a surging pain.

He felt that Bian Yue in this state was really pitiable.

How does that saying go? The greatest degree of love is compassion.

So the man put down his pen and walked towards the woman at the door.

Finally face to face, Shen Jinci asked her, "Can’t sleep? Or are you feeling very uncomfortable?"

Bian Yue said, "Shen Jinci, are you busy?"

"Not busy." The man said earnestly, a permissive smile in his eyes.

Bian Yue leaned forward, looking at the high pile of documents on the desk, she frowned and said uncertainly, "Really? I see the desk..."

Seeing the hesitation on Bian Yue’s face, Shen Jinci gently and softly interrupted: "That’s not important, what’s the matter?"

"I want to watch a movie, do you want to watch it with me?" Bian Yue said, "There are a few commercial films that have just been released recently, the public reviews are not bad, and I want to see if there are suitable actors to sign."

"Sure, I quite like watching movies."

Bian Yue was surprised: "Can’t tell."

"Then what do you think I should like?" The man casually counterasked.

Bian Yue pondered seriously and said: "Refined taste, an elegant life."

Shen Jinci looked at her serious demeanor, examined her for a moment, and laughed lightly.

This was the first time Bian Yue had entered Shen Jinci’s bedroom. The lights weren’t turned on, just the city lights outside the floor-to-ceiling window turned the night view into a fog-like scene, setting the atmosphere.

The bedroom was in cool tones, the stern and straight lines crisscrossed, outlining the room’s aloof character.

Shen Jinci said, "If we’re going to watch a movie, let’s not turn on the lights."

Bian Yue agreed.

The two sat down on the grey tatami next to them. The movie projected on the screen was a popcorn flick, the surround sound system of high quality, immersing the audience.

The movie played unhurriedly, and Bian Yue caught sight of several fresh faces.

After "Shengshi Yan", there were several dramas set to start filming, and Bian Yue was considering whether to meet with these actors, and if suitable, to arrange a schedule for them.

Meanwhile, Shen Jinci, without any distractions, handed peeled oranges to Bian Yue.

Bian Yue took one without thinking, bit into it and frowned, "So sour."

"These oranges are a bit sour this season, if you want sweet ones, you have to wait until the rainy season is over."

After saying this, Shen Jinci spread his hand out in front of Bian Yue.

Bian Yue was startled: "What is it?"

"Didn’t you say it’s sour? You can spit it out on my hand."

There was no need for that.

Bian Yue dared not and quickly swallowed, "No need, I can eat it! I love sour things!"

So Shen Jinci withdrew his hand, not insisting.

The movie being played was a romance, with a cliched and melodramatic plot, the only particular thing was that the male lead had been secretly in love with the female lead for many years.

In the terms of a novel, it would be the female lead falling in love after marriage from her perspective, and from the male lead’s perspective, a secret love that becomes a reality.

"Movies are just movies, they elevate emotions and create dreams for thousands of girls, a bunch of pink bubbles." Bian Yue shook her head and sighed: "How could someone possibly have a secret crush on someone for so long?"