Chapter 91: Aunt Flo Arrives

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Chapter 091: The Unexpected Visitor

A seemingly calm night passed by. The club’s sign had already been put up. The next morning, Ye Feng left the provincial city and returned to You County. His reasons were twofold: to surprise Aunt Wen and Huang Wei, and because he missed his women dearly. As for Chu Yun, he stayed behind in the provincial city to practice martial arts with the others.

At ten o’clock sharp, Ye Feng entered the Golden Star Hotel. At the front desk, the lovely Wen Xiaomei greeted him with a radiant smile. For this young and handsome security manager, Wen Xiaomei felt a subtle flutter of shyness. Seeing Ye Feng approach with a smile, she bashfully asked, “Brother Feng, are you working today?”

“Xiaomei, come on! When have I ever skipped work? You make it sound like I’m always absent!” Ye Feng replied with a playful frown. Today, Wen Xiaomei wore a simple, pristine white uniform, its design flattering and perfectly tailored. Her alluring curves were fully accentuated, especially paired with a pair of plain white shoes that gave her the look of a snow princess—pure, sweet, and utterly charming. Listening to Wen Xiaomei’s gentle and captivating voice, Ye Feng felt as if a weight had lifted from his bones, lightening him by several pounds.

“Hehe, you really don’t come here often, you know!” Wen Xiaomei smiled softly. She wasn’t quite sure why, but she found talking to Ye Feng immensely enjoyable and entertaining. Usually, her days were dull, filled only with work and rest. But now, having moments to chat with Ye Feng made everything different.

“Xiaomei, you can be careless with your meals, but you can’t be careless with your words! Am I that kind of person? I’m a hardworking and dedicated man!” Ye Feng quickly praised himself, especially in front of such a beautiful woman. How could he say anything negative about himself? Looking at the gentle and adorable young lady before him, Ye Feng couldn’t help but want to talk to her a little longer.

“You are that kind of person! Oh, sorry, Brother Feng, could you please help me watch the front desk for a moment?” Wen Xiaomei suddenly looked troubled. Ye Feng noticed her furrowed brows and pained expression immediately. He stepped forward and gently supported her delicate frame. This was the first time Ye Feng had ever held Wen Xiaomei like this.

“Are you alright?” Ye Feng asked with deep concern. Standing so close, he caught a faint, pure feminine fragrance from Wen Xiaomei, stirring an involuntary urge within him. Through the small collar of her uniform, he glimpsed a hint of fair skin, which was irresistibly enchanting.

“I—I’m fine,” Wen Xiaomei replied shyly. She then retrieved a tissue from beneath the counter and handed it to him. If not for Ye Feng’s sharp senses, he might never have noticed the flush on her cheeks as she said, “I—I need to go to the restroom first. Brother Feng, could you please watch the front desk for me?”

“Sure!” Ye Feng agreed without hesitation. As Wen Xiaomei swayed her hips and made her way toward the restroom, Ye Feng’s keen eyes caught something unusual about her walk—it seemed awkward, as if she was trying to protect some secret discomfort. Could it be that something was wrong down there?

Bored, Ye Feng casually picked up a small pink phone resting on the table. It was Wen Xiaomei’s, and on the screen was a photo of her—innocent and captivating. At first glance, one might mistake her for a pure young actress.

After a while, as Ye Feng was browsing through her photo album, he heard footsteps. Quickly putting the phone away, he looked up to see Wen Xiaomei limping her way back, looking as if each step was a struggle, one hand resting on her waist.

Seeing her like this, Ye Feng hurried to support her fragile figure. Wen Xiaomei seemed unwell, leaning into Ye Feng’s embrace. Ye Feng grinned inwardly, feeling pleased by the closeness.

Once Wen Xiaomei was seated, Ye Feng reluctantly let go. Her large eyes met his, and she asked shyly, “Brother Feng, could you do me a favor?”

“Of course! Whatever you need, even if it means walking through fire or water, I won’t flinch,” Ye Feng said straightforwardly. Maybe she was feeling ill and needed him to escort her home. The thought of Wen Xiaomei being moved enough to offer herself to him painted a delightful scene in his mind.

Wen Xiaomei burst into a soft laugh. “It’s not that serious! I just wasn’t sure whether you’d agree.”

“How could I refuse? Just tell me what you need, and I’ll make it happen,” Ye Feng said, almost patting his chest for emphasis, though he thought better of it.

“I… my period started, and I forgot to bring any sanitary pads this morning in the rush. Could you… could you buy some for me?” Wen Xiaomei’s voice dropped to a whisper, almost inaudible, as if a mosquito’s buzz. If it weren’t for Ye Feng’s keen hearing, he might have missed it.

“Your period?” Ye Feng exclaimed in surprise. No wonder Wen Xiaomei had been acting strangely just now. It was that time of the month. As a young man of virtue and valor, how could he refuse a request like this?

“Could you keep your voice down?” Wen Xiaomei whispered, nearly dying of embarrassment. “You don’t have to say it so loudly!” She wished she could vanish into a hole. What was once a private matter now seemed to have become public knowledge thanks to Ye Feng’s outburst.

Realizing the situation, Ye Feng quickly asked with concern, “Are you in pain? Do you want me to prepare some brown sugar water for you? And remember, no cold water during this time!”

“You… can you buy the pads for me?” Wen Xiaomei was almost stamping her foot in frustration. This rascal kept asking so many questions. But hearing all his caring words made her smile happily. This man did know how to care for others.

“Of course, how could I not help? I’ll go right now!” Hearing her urgency, Ye Feng dashed toward the supermarket outside. Imagine—a proud special forces soldier like him, running errands to buy sanitary pads! If anyone found out, it would be utterly mortifying!