Chapter 43: “Does it Hurt Here?”

Mu Ruo watched his departing figure, seething with anger.

Does having money to pay salaries make you all that?

Fu Jianzhi suddenly turned around.

Mu Ruo instantly became docile, looking respectful and obedient like a well-behaved child.

Fine.

Having money does make you all that.

At least he has the financial resources.

People under a roof must bow their heads.

Fu Jianzhi chuckled softly and left.

Mu Ruo went downstairs, poured herself a glass of ice water, and added a couple of mint lemon slices for atmosphere, drinking alone to drown her sorrows.

Butler Li gave Mu Ruo a puzzled look.

Madam always complained about the air conditioning being too cold, but no matter how cold it was, she always drank cold water late at night.

“Madam, would you like me to get you something warm?”

Mu Ruo shushed him, lowering her voice: “Don’t talk.”

Butler Li: “Why?”

Mu Ruo sighed: “Mr. Fu needs to sleep. If I make any noise, I’ll lose money.”

In all his life, Butler Li had never seen Fu Jianzhi go to bed at nine while fully awake.

Mu Ruo sighed softly: “Butler Li, have you ever had your salary docked?”

Butler Li: “Our meager salaries are too insignificant for Mr. Fu to bother with. During holidays, he even gives us generous bonuses.”

Mu Ruo: “If one day I divorce Mr. Fu and can’t find a job, I’ll apply to be a maid here. After all, it includes room and board, and there’s even an annual overseas trip. Butler Li, you’re in charge of hiring, right? We have such a good relationship; you’d surely hire me.”

Butler Li shook his head: “That’s not possible. Although your qualifications are adequate, your specialty isn’t relevant. I can’t just open back doors.”

Mu Ruo: “You need specific qualifications to be a maid at the Fu house?”

…Fine.

Who wouldn’t admit Mr. Fu is amazing, able to afford such a luxurious villa and an entire team to maintain it?

If this house were given to Mu Ruo, she would probably default on all the utility bills.

Mu Ruo and Butler Li chatted back and forth.

She thought that with her and Butler Li downstairs and Fu Jianzhi upstairs, in a well-insulated villa, he shouldn’t hear anything.

But as they talked, Butler Li suddenly fell silent.

Mu Ruo looked up to see Fu Jianzhi staring at her.

Half her soul scared out of her, Mu Ruo quickly stood up.

Before Fu Jianzhi could bring up docking her salary, Mu Ruo hastily drank the ice water in her glass and rushed upstairs: “Mr. Fu, don’t worry, I’ll sing you a lullaby to help you sleep.”

Fu Jianzhi sneered and turned to his room.

Mu Ruo swiftly followed him in, diving into his bed: “I know lullabies, want to hear one?”

There was no way Fu Jianzhi could fall asleep this early.

His bedroom was connected to a study and a small underground secret room where he handled work matters.

He indeed had some tasks to attend to.

Mu Ruo: “Aren’t you going to sleep?”

Fu Jianzhi walked towards the study: “Not all CEOs are like your idle and sneaky Lu Beichen.”

Mu Ruo: “Uh.”

Although personal attacks are indeed wrong.

But somehow, what Fu Jianzhi said made a tiny bit of sense.

As the CEO of a multinational conglomerate, Fu Jianzhi was indeed very busy, waking up every day before seven, with a tightly packed schedule, often flying abroad on his private jet for meetings.

In the novel, Lu Beichen has the halo of the male protagonist. No matter how neglectful he is of his duties, as long as he has this halo, he can succeed in whatever he does and even gain the appreciation of big shots like Fu Jianzhi, who considers his projects promising and invests heavily in them.

In reality, to reach his current position, Fu Jianzhi indeed possesses abilities that match his status.

Bored, Mu Ruo browsed through some sweet romantic stories about domineering CEOs and their cute wives until she fell asleep on her pillow.

At eleven-thirty, Fu Jianzhi came out of the bathroom, draped in a dark robe, and instinctively lit a cigarette. But seeing the half-exposed figure on the bed, he put it back.

Mu Ruo, serving as an effective sleeping pill, helped him fall asleep within twenty minutes.

In the middle of the night, he felt cramped and, upon opening his eyes, discovered that Mu Ruo had rolled into his arms, her body trembling slightly.

His impatience disappeared instantly as he grasped Mu Ruo’s shoulder, “Ruo Ruo?”

Mu Ruo was in excruciating pain, with cold sweat on her forehead, lightly biting her lip.

She had no idea that this body’s menstrual cramps could be so severe.

In her original world, although her body looked identical, probably due to regular exercise and careful warmth maintenance, she didn’t suffer much from menstrual cramps despite often eating cold foods.

However, the original Mu Ruo had made many sacrifices for beauty, maintaining a strict diet, having poor blood circulation, and wearing thin clothing in winter, neglecting warmth. Coupled with Mu Ruo’s habit of drinking ice water and eating cold food, the pain was unbearable this time.

“Painkillers,” Mu Ruo’s face was pale, “Are there any painkillers in the house?”

Fu Jianzhi called Butler Li to bring a painkiller. After Mu Ruo took it, he said in a deep voice, “I’ll take you to the hospital, or have a doctor come here.”

Mu Ruo drank a couple of sips of hot water, adding a bit of color to her lips, “Even if I go to the hospital, it will be for painkillers or injections. The medicine will take effect soon.”

She weakly lay back on the bed.

Fu Jianzhi, although encountering a woman’s issue for the first time, had enough age and experience to understand. If he didn’t, it would either mean he was pretending or brainless.

Seeing Mu Ruo lying on the bed, he also lay beside her, “Don’t walk barefoot on the floor anymore; the cold gets in.”

Mu Ruo’s face was as pale as snow, and she already looked pitiful. Now, with a hint of illness and frailty, she seemed even more so.

With tears in her eyes, she looked at Fu Jianzhi, “Disturbing your sleep in the middle of the night, you won’t dock my salary, will you?”

Fu Jianzhi sneered, “In Madam’s eyes, am I just a businessman who only cares about money?”

“Not at all,” Mu Ruo said, “To me, you’re primarily a handsome guy.”

Fu Jianzhi raised an eyebrow, “Between Lu Beichen and me, who’s more handsome?”

Mu Ruo was speechless.

How insecure are you to compare yourself to Lu Beichen?

The gap is like the most handsome guy in the school comparing himself to someone from the neighboring department.

Can’t you just look in a mirror?

But Mu Ruo, mindful of her two million yuan—or rather, her love for Lu Beichen—remained silent. After a while, she tearfully said, “My stomach hurts, really hurts.”

Fu Jianzhi sneered, “Serves you right.”

The next moment, he pulled Mu Ruo closer, his large hand touching her body, “Does it hurt here?”