The Forbidden City’s Sweetest Secret
The Forbidden City’s Sweetest Secret Chapter 25

Chapter 25 The foot stretches out.

In the evening, she posted a notice in the literary research team’s WeChat group, stating that the live broadcast had been arranged with the relevant platform, and they were scheduled to meet at the same bookstore tomorrow morning at nine o’clock.

For this live broadcast, they had also invited the authors of the shared reading materials to interact on-site. Therefore, tomorrow they would discuss the questions to be discussed with the author, as well as the preliminary reading and final reflections.

This was a long-term project, and there would likely be ongoing discussions. The live broadcast was officially scheduled to start at the end of July, with the live platform team responsible for the pre-broadcast promotion. They only needed to finalize the content of the live broadcast.

Jiang Wansheng replied in the group with a “Received” and then returned to her room to organize the content of the book “Destiny” by Teacher Cai Chongru involved in this live broadcast.

While organizing, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, prompting her to quickly take out her commonly used sanitary pads from her luggage and head to the bathroom.

Upon inspection, it was as she suspected.

Her menstrual cycle had always been regular, but she had probably forgotten about it due to recent events.

She took the soiled clothes to the laundry room. Mrs. Wen was only responsible for the three meals here, staying in the villa to clean in the mornings and leaving for the rest of the day.

She washed and hung up the clothes herself, brewed a cup of warm water, and then returned to her room to continue organizing the materials.

As the sun melted into gold, the evening glow wove a magnificent tapestry.

“Knock, knock.” The door was knocked.

Jiang Wansheng snapped out of her documents, turned to look out the window, realizing it was already dusk.

She got up to open the door, and Mrs. Wen stood outside with a smile, “Miss Jiang, dinner is ready. Would you like to have it now?”

“Okay.” She stepped out and went downstairs with Mrs. Wen, “Thank you, Mrs. Wen. I lost track of time.”

“No problem, it’s my duty.”

Jiang Wansheng looked around but didn’t see Qin Mo’s figure.

“Has Uncle not returned?”

Mrs. Wen hesitated before replying, “Mr. usually stays at Luqiu Mingdu and doesn’t come over.”

She paused.

Right, Uncle didn’t usually stay at Chongfei Garden.

Probably, he had taken her out for lunch today, giving her the impression that Uncle would also come for dinner.

She smiled, “That’s right, I forgot about that.”

She sat down to eat, observing Mrs. Wen standing nearby, “Mrs. Wen, have you eaten?”

“Not yet. I’ll tidy up and go home after you finish.”

It had always been like this before. Mrs. Wen was hired when Qin Weizhao started living at Chongfei Garden. Qin Weizhao usually stayed in the dormitory, and Mrs. Wen only came to cook for her when she returned home on holidays. However, Mrs. Wen was always proper and never got too close to the employer’s family.

Feeling embarrassed to eat alone, Jiang Wansheng tried to eat with Mrs. Wen, but she was politely declined. Unable to insist, she ended up eating alone.

After a while, she felt a dull ache in her lower abdomen. Normally, she wouldn’t experience severe pain on the first day; it would start in the following days. But today, for some reason, it had started to ache faintly. “Mrs. Wen, do we have brown sugar here?”

Mrs. Wen understood and replied, “Yes, do you need it? Shall I make you a bowl now?”

She held her lower abdomen, “Thank you.”

Feeling quite uncomfortable, she didn’t eat much of her dinner. After receiving the brown sugar water from Mrs. Wen, she returned to her room.

After slowly finishing the drink, she organized the materials for a while, watching the darkening outside through the window. Feeling sore and in pain, she climbed into bed, curled up, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Wansheng was awakened by the pain.

Unable to sleep and feeling cold, she reluctantly got out of bed, her hands and feet chilly.

She had no choice but to get up, go downstairs, and make herself some brown sugar water.

The villa was empty, and it was quiet all around. She didn’t bother turning on the lights, as the moonlight streaming in from the French window provided enough visibility.

In the kitchen, she placed a piece of brown sugar in a glass and waited for the water to fill up.

The marble countertop was too cold, so she didn’t lean on it but held her hands together, her back arched, and her delicate features wrinkled.

Suddenly, the sound of the fingerprint unlocking at the entrance was heard.

The heavy door opened, and a man walked in with the moonlight.

Frowning at the sound, Jiang Wansheng looked up.

The man stood at the entrance, his figure tall and straight, his white shirt accentuating his well-defined muscles on his upper body, with faintly visible contours.

He loosened the collar, unbuttoning two buttons, revealing his cold white collarbones and taut neck.

His black eyes, like the night, gazed deeply.

The aura of restraint and sensuality enveloped the room as the man’s deep voice pressed down, “What’s going on?”

She squeezed out a smile, “It’s just a stomach ache.”

Qin Mo looked at the cup on the water dispenser, smelled the brown sugar water, and instantly understood what was going on, “Menstrual period?”

She blushed, “Mm.”

Qin Mo didn’t say anything, bent down, one hand through her knee bend, one hand on her back, and directly lifted her up.

She didn’t check for a moment, subconsciously hugged Qin Mo’s neck, “Uncle?”

“To carry you up and bring you brown sugar water later.” His chest vibrated, his voice deep and close to her.

His steps were steady, his chest warm, nestled in his arms like leaning against a warm stove, giving her waves of warmth.

She looked at the tight jawline in front of her and the cold sandalwood scent entwined on the man’s body, feeling a sudden sense of relief.

Qin Mo carried her to the bed, knelt on one knee at the bedside, leaning down softly, “Cover yourself with the blanket, I’ll come up later.”

She wrapped herself in the blanket, only showing a messy head, nodded obediently.

Qin Mo couldn’t help but touch her head again before turning away.

Jiang Wansheng’s voice curled up, the temperature in the blanket was nowhere near Qin Mo’s warmth.

After a while, Qin Mo came in with a bowl of brown sugar water.

She sat up, Qin Mo sat on the edge of the bed, “Do you want me to feed you?”

She waved her hand, “No need, I’ll do it myself.”

Qin Mo didn’t say anything, handed her the bowl, and when they exchanged, her fingers accidentally touched his. Qin Mo frowned, grabbed her hand and held it, “Why is it so cold?”

Her hand was suddenly wrapped in his warm palm, feeling comfortable but also embarrassed. She pulled her hand back, “I tend to feel cold at this time, it’s nothing.”

Taking the brown sugar water, “I can warm up with this.”

She thought it was the cup she had just made roughly, but when she took it, she found it wasn’t.

The brown sugar water was added with red dates, wolfberries, and even a few glutinous rice balls.

The hot steam carried a fragrant aroma, her watery eyes shimmered, looking at the man on the bed, “Did you cook this?”

Qin Mo nodded.

She blew a bit, tasted a glutinous rice ball, and exclaimed, “How can Uncle make this, it’s so delicious.”

Qin Mo’s brow was still furrowed, casually responded, “Qin Weizhao used to be naughty during her period, she wouldn’t stop without eating this.”

Jiang Wansheng’s voice felt a bit envious, Uncle is really nice.

She was eating silently, the man’s voice faintly said, “Stretch your feet over.”

“?” She looked puzzled.

Qin Mo didn’t waste time with her, directly reached into the blanket to grab her feet, and indeed they were cold.

His brow furrowed even more, directly holding one foot in each hand, the movements hidden under the blanket.

Jiang Wansheng’s voice blushed, the soles of her feet were nowhere near as warm as Qin Mo’s temperature.

After a while, Qin Mo felt that it was warm enough, took her empty bowl, stood up, “I’ll come back later.”

Jiang Wansheng’s voice shrank in the blanket, puzzled.

After drinking and feeling warm enough, why come back?

When Qin Mo came back again, his hands were empty, he sat directly beside her, covering her small abdomen with a thin summer cool blanket.

Jiang Wansheng’s voice was startled, directly holding the big hand on her body, sitting up, instantly closing the distance with Qin Mo.

She stammered, “What are you doing?”

Qin Mo: “Isn’t it hurting? Let me massage it for you.”

“No, no need, I can do it myself.”

Qin Mo chuckled, “Your hands have just warmed up, still want to do it yourself?”

“Lie down, it’ll be much more comfortable after a massage.”

She hesitated for a moment, then lay back down.

A warm flow spread across her abdomen, the blanket was thin, but the man’s touch was still clear and tangible.

On her abdomen, his gentle and circular massage.

At first, she felt very uncomfortable, but gradually, the comfort accompanied by drowsiness gradually came over her, her breathing lightened, and she fell asleep deeply.

Qin Mo obediently massaged her small abdomen, the girl’s waist slender, as if it could be held in one hand.

His dark eyes deepened, massaging for more than ten minutes, seeing the girl sleeping soundly, he covered her with the blanket, adjusted the air conditioning to the optimal temperature, gently and restrainedly kissed her forehead, then quietly left.

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