Chapter 10: Zhou Beiming Buying Sanitary Pads Made the News

Zhou Beiming was going to buy her sanitary pads?

No man had ever bought something so private for her.

Su Nian felt awkward. “You don’t have to trouble yourself. I’ll just order delivery.”

Zhou Beiming’s sharp gaze pierced through her. “Am I less useful than a delivery guy?”

Su Nian shrank back. If he wanted to go, then let him. “I’ll send you a picture.”

She ran out to get her phone, searched for her usual brand online, and sent him an image of the overnight pads.

Zhou Beiming’s phone buzzed. He looked through the chat history with Su Nian.

Two years of messages, never deleted, all saved.

Every conversation had been initiated by him.

Simple topics—meals, sleep, location sharing…

This picture was rare. It made the whole chat history feel less cold.

Zhou Beiming pocketed his phone, hands in his trouser pockets, speaking as if casually, “Wait here.”

His throat felt dry after saying it, and he gave a small cough.

Su Nian nodded and walked him to the door.

Just past midnight, a Maybach parked outside a 24-hour convenience store.

Zhou Beiming got out, his long legs striding into the store.

He had never stepped into a convenience store before.

It was a decent size, with rows of shelves. He glanced at his phone. Such a tiny item—where was he supposed to look?

He placed his phone on the counter and asked the clerk, “Do you have this?”

The clerk shook their head. “We don’t carry that brand, but we do have others. Would you like to take a look?”

Zhou Beiming turned and left.

At the door, a woman dressed in Chanel was just entering.

Her face lit up with a smile. “President Zhou, what brings you here so late?”

Zhou Beiming looked at her.

Ye Wanzhen.

He brushed past her without a word.

Ye Wanzhen felt awkward. Last time at a restaurant, she had gotten carried away and joked about Zhou Beiming being “seven times a night.” Unfortunately, he’d heard her.

She had apologized on the spot, but he had walked away just as coldly.

Ye Wanzhen asked the clerk for a pack of women’s cigarettes.

Ever since that dinner, she had inexplicably lost seven endorsement deals—she was under a lot of pressure.

Casually, she asked the clerk, “What did that gentleman come in to buy?”

The clerk replied, “Sanitary pads. We didn’t have the brand he wanted.”

Ye Wanzhen: “……”

Zhou Beiming buying sanitary pads?

Shocked, she asked, “Which kind?”

The clerk named a specific overnight brand.

Ye Wanzhen immediately ran out and called to Zhou Beiming, who was about to get into his car. “President Zhou! I know where you can find those!”

Zhou Beiming lifted his gaze, expressionless. “Lead the way.”

He got in the car.

Ye Wanzhen tried to get in too, reaching for the handle—but the door was locked.

Zhou Beiming started the car, motioned for her to lead the way, and drove off without waiting.

Ye Wanzhen hurried into her own car and chased after him.

Zhou Beiming had the kind of allure that made even A-list celebrities pursue him.

Just a rumor linking them would elevate her status overnight.

That’s why so many socialites and actresses tried to get close to him.

Even baseless gossip—people would rather believe it than not.

Because Zhou Beiming never clarified any rumors. As long as the woman remained ambiguous, it became the truth by default.

Ye Wanzhen wasn’t going to miss such an opportunity.

Zhou Beiming buying sanitary pads for a woman—once posted online, the impact would be massive.

She sent out a message.

While doing so, she couldn’t help but wonder—what kind of woman could make the Zhou family’s heir, Yongtai Group’s chairman, go out at midnight to buy her pads?

Back at the Zhou residence, Su Nian didn’t dare sit, afraid of staining anything. She remained standing.

It was almost 1 a.m., and Zhou Beiming still hadn’t returned.

She was sleepy, so to stay awake, she scrolled through study materials.

Soon, her phone lit up with an incoming call.

It was Gu Yincheng.

Su Nian didn’t answer. She waited until the ringing stopped and went back to reading the latest news on AI research.

A message notification popped up.

Still Gu Yincheng.

He sent her a text:

—Zhou Beiming is with another woman right now. Don’t degrade yourself.

Su Nian opened it, the unread notification disappearing.

Then another message came with a news link, headline reading:

—Zhou Beiming Spotted Late Night with Actress Ye Wanzhen, Shopping for Sanitary Pads Together.

Su Nian stared blankly at the screen.

But she wasn’t surprised.

Still, the fact that he could use the excuse of buying her pads to meet up with another woman did confirm he had the energy of a “seven times a night” man.

She didn’t click the link.

Blocked.

Cut the trouble off at the root.

She preferred a simple life.

Gu Yincheng always caused her trouble.

No matter how wild Zhou Beiming’s private life was, as long as other women didn’t bother her and he didn’t give her grief, it was fine.

As for the rest, she didn’t care.

Su Nian went back to reading academic papers, completely engrossed, when the door opened.

Zhou Beiming came in, holding a convenience store bag, his face black as coal.

The bag dangled pitifully in his hand and landed on Su Nian’s body with a toss.

Rough night?

If she’d known he wasn’t enjoying himself, she would’ve let him come back later.

Anyway, the first day of her period wasn’t that heavy—it wasn’t going to leak.

Zhou Beiming’s expression was grim. Su Nian hugged the bag and said, “Thank you.”

Zhou Beiming acted like he didn’t hear, walking over to the sofa without a word. He stretched his legs out on the coffee table, stared at his phone for a moment, then flung it onto the couch.

He clicked his tongue. “Stupid crap.”

Who was he cursing?

Su Nian pretended not to hear and quietly went to the bathroom.

Inside the room, a melodic ringtone played.

Zhou Beiming looked over in irritation and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Seriously?

On the way back, Huo Jiuyan had called to say he’d made the news for buying a woman sanitary pads.

It had only been a few minutes.

That woman was toxic.

He was used to being in the news, but buying that for her? She didn’t deserve it.

Zhou Beiming looked toward the bathroom door.

The phone wouldn’t stop ringing.

Even Jiang Yun, who had basically vanished from the face of the earth, had popped up.

He picked up. “If you’ve got something to say, spit it out.”

Jiang Yun teased, “The photos are so high-res—was that news real?”

“Fake.” Zhou Beiming’s voice was cold. “Anything else?”

Jiang Yun asked, “Why’d you go buy sanitary pads?”

Expressionless, Zhou Beiming replied, “I wanted to, so I did. Mind your damn business.”

Jiang Yun sneered, “What, for yourself or your old man?”

Zhou Beiming didn’t bother listening—he hung up.

The phone started ringing again. He turned it off.

Then he got up and walked to the bathroom.

Inside, Su Nian was washing her “. White, and a bit difficult to clean when stained.

When she saw Zhou Beiming walk in, she instinctively tried to hide the soiled area.

It was embarrassing to be seen with something like that.

She kept her eyes down, hands scrubbing mechanically.

Zhou Beiming was in a foul mood—she didn’t want to get caught in the crossfire.

Aside from the sound of running water, the room was quiet.

Zhou Beiming crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, gaze cool. “Stuff like that—you should let the servants do it.”

Su Nian kept her head down and continued scrubbing. “I’m not used to that.”

The Su family had servants, too, but Qin Xiu always made her wash her own clothes.

Especially underwear—she would feel embarrassed if anyone else did it.

Zhou Beiming walked over and held his hand under the tap—cold water.

He turned it off, snatched the unfinished laundry from her hands, and tossed it in the trash. “Then don’t wash it.”

“Hey—” Su Nian was confused.

Why throw it away?

It had been provided in the dressing room, and from the label, it was expensive.

Zhou Beiming pulled out a dry towel and helped her dry her hands. “Aren’t women not supposed to touch cold water during this time?”

Su Nian looked at him drying her hands—he actually knew that?

Did another woman tell him that?