Please Marry Me (GL) - Chapter 17

Song Rao propped herself up with her elbows and slowly sat up. From her angle, she couldn’t see into the wardrobe; she could only see the open cabinet door.

“Jiang Yi, why were you in such a rush just now?”

Jiang Yi remained huddled on the floor with her knees bent. Song Rao was speaking right in front of her, but Jiang Yi’s consciousness was entirely focused on the finger hooked behind the wardrobe door. A cold sensation radiated from Shen Siyun’s fingertip.

Even without looking, one knew Shen Siyun’s fingers were slender and elegant—long knuckles, usually without nail art, trimmed perfectly neat.

When Jiang Yi realized what she was imagining, she snapped back to reality. She looked at her wife, Song Rao, whose eyes were full of worry. In this moment, the sense of “committing adultery” was stronger than ever.

She quickly pulled her pinky away and closed the wardrobe door, pretending to be nonchalant. “I just wanted to remind you that I can handle it myself. I don’t want to trouble you. Go outside and keep Xiaogu company.”

Song Rao had changed out of the white lab coat she wore when she arrived. She was now dressed in a thin, modest long-sleeved top and chenille wide-leg pants—refined and casual. Perhaps her silver-rimmed glasses had caught a smudge while cooking; she took them off, wiped them with the hem of her shirt, and put them back on.

“Are you sure you can manage? Do you want me to help you to the bathroom?”

Thinking of Xiaogu in the living room, Jiang Yi shook her head firmly. “I’ll change in the room. If I go out, I’ll definitely be seen. I can’t bring myself to lose face in front of your student.”

Song Rao agreed that she would be seen and, knowing Jiang Yi was thin-skinned, didn’t push further. “Then I’ll bring a basin of warm water in for you. You’ll feel uncomfortable otherwise.”

“Alright.”

Once Song Rao brought the water in, Jiang Yi prepared to take out a pad—only then did she remember that Shen Siyun was still in the wardrobe!

And the pads were inside the wardrobe.

“Um… Shen Siyun, I need to grab a pad.” Jiang Yi stood before the wardrobe door, mentally preparing herself.

“There are no pads.”

“How can there be no pads?” Jiang Yi frowned and opened the door. She saw Shen Siyun looking at her with a lukewarm expression.

“Could you… step out for a second so I can look?”

The moment the words left her mouth, Jiang Yi felt like an oblivious employee who spins the lazy susan while the boss is reaching for food or hops into the car before the boss can. To be dictating orders to a CEO was, in a way, quite ungrateful.

Shen Siyun remained silent, her lips pursed. Her gaze indeed resembled that of an unfortunate boss whose table had been spun or whose car had been hijacked.

“Shen Siyun…” Jiang Yi softened her voice, pleading.

Shen Siyun’s eyes swept over her humbled attitude. After studying her for a few seconds, she abruptly stepped out of the wardrobe and stood before her. She was a full head taller than Jiang Yi. It was clear she was exhausting the last of her patience; she gave her a chilly look, turned, and sat down in a chair. She leaned back with her arms crossed and her legs elegantly draped over one another, looking like a queen.

Her fingertip tapped rhythmically against her arm. Her face was cold and beautiful, her expression solemn. She didn’t say a word, but Jiang Yi knew she was pushing her luck.

“Thank you.” As soon as Jiang Yi spoke, Shen Siyun’s “You’re welcome” followed instantly, giving Jiang Yi the illusion that Shen Siyun was just waiting for her to make a mistake so she could seize the opportunity to lash out.

Jiang Yi hurriedly searched the wardrobe for pads. After rummaging for a while, she found no pads, but instead unearthed a brand-new box of tampons.

She didn’t know how to use tampons, and they looked familiar—likely Shen Siyun’s. Jiang Yi remembered that on the second day of her “marriage,” she had gone to the apartment to pack and must have accidentally brought Shen Siyun’s tampons back, mixed in with her own pads.

“…”

She didn’t believe she had run out of pads so quickly. Surely there was one or two hidden in some corner.

Jiang Yi continued searching for another two or three minutes. Outside in the living room, Song Rao couldn’t help but knock on the door, asking if she was ready, as dinner was already served.

“Ah, almost. Give me a few more minutes.” Jiang Yi mumbled an excuse. She turned and picked up the box of tampons. Shielding her actions from Shen Siyun’s gaze, she hesitantly opened one, pulled out a tampon, and—blushing—read the instructions twice to memorize the steps.

Just as she was about to proceed, she realized the bedroom had no partitions to block the view and no private bathroom. This meant that if she changed here, Shen Siyun would see everything.

Clutching the tampon, Jiang Yi turned to meet Shen Siyun’s oppressive gaze. She glanced back at the wardrobe, struggling with her words. “Shen Siyun, could you…”

“No.”

The moment she opened her mouth, Shen Siyun knew what she was going to ask and refused outright. For a CEO of Jiayu to humble herself by hiding in a wardrobe for nearly an hour was enough of a concession.

Jiang Yi knew she was in the wrong today. She could only turn her back and slip off her bodycon skirt. She used a towel to stir the warm water in the basin, making soft splashing sounds. In the past, she could have taken a wine bath in front of Shen Siyun, but now her face was flushed with shame and she felt entirely out of place.

Jiang Yi reasoned it was because she was now a “married woman.”

But what could she do? In this predicament, she had to grit her teeth and deal with it.

The blood bloomed in the basin. After cleaning herself, Jiang Yi took out the tampon and tore off the outer packaging. But when the moment of truth arrived, her mind went blank; she had forgotten all the steps.

In a panic, she picked up the instructions again.

However, things didn’t go as planned. Failure followed failure. Jiang Yi looked at the trash can, which now held several blood-stained tampons—all wasted attempts. She was a bit of a germaphobe; if the first try failed and it caught blood, her mind simply couldn’t endure using it again.

Sweat beaded on Jiang Yi’s forehead. She gritted her teeth and took out another one, but before she could tear the packaging, a hand reached out and took it away.

Jiang Yi froze. Hearing the sound of the packaging being torn and tossed into the bin right next to her ear, her earlobes turned a violent red that spread to her neck. Luckily, her long hair hid it from Shen Siyun.

Shen Siyun stood by her side, looking down at her two white, jade-like legs pressed together. She spoke coldly:

“Open them.”

“…I can do it myself.” Jiang Yi realized what she was about to do. Her brain turned to mush as she tried to maintain her composure.

“Shen Siyun, you can’t…” Jiang Yi felt her tongue trembling. How could she even think of this! Personally changing a tampon for a married woman!

Shen Siyun glanced at the five or six wasted tampons in the bin. “Why can’t I? It’s not like I haven’t touched you before.”

“But I am Song Rao’s wife, after all.” Even though it was fake, she felt a profound sense of immorality.

“Then go find your Song Rao.” Shen Siyun’s eyes turned cold. She turned to leave, but the moment she moved, her wrist was caught.

Shen Siyun looked down at the pale, delicate hand on her wrist, then slowly moved her gaze to Jiang Yi’s exquisite, beautiful face.

Jiang Yi looked as if she had made a monumental decision and mental preparation. Her brows were slightly knit as she whispered:

“Shen Siyun, help me.”