C11 Her Little Face Instantly Turned Tomato Red

Seething with frustration, Huo Mengmeng's lips puckered unconsciously, betraying her irritation.

She had assumed her subtle pout would go unnoticed by Leng Huaiqing, but to her surprise, his keen eyes caught every detail as if his vision surpassed 20/20.

Was the young lady upset with him?

It was understandable.

Even Leng Huaiqing himself admitted that his previous actions might have been overly strict.

Yet, as the eldest brother, guiding his "sister" and preventing her from straying was his duty.

A barely perceptible smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but Leng Huaiqing chose not to call her out, maintaining his usual grave and serious demeanor.

Gazing at the figure on the hospital bed, he announced, "The reception has closed for the evening, so you can't be discharged tonight. I'll have Chu Jie come over in the morning to handle your discharge. Once that's settled, you're to head straight home and take some time for self-reflection."

"But I have a sketching class tomorrow!" Huo Mengmeng interjected feebly, hoping to use this as a pretext to get outside.

However, things didn't go as she hoped.

Without even a glance her way, Leng Huaiqing dismissed her plea, "I've already arranged for your sick leave."

He paused briefly before adding, "Moreover, if you're conscientious, you can sketch in the garden at home—no need to step out."

The Old Master Leng had a passion for horticulture and had created a garden brimming with rare flora from around the globe, meticulously maintained by a dedicated team, akin to a miniature botanical garden.

Huo Mengmeng felt resigned; after all, Leng Huaiqing was the one person she dreaded most.

She had no choice but to comply.

But then, Leng Huaiqing unexpectedly tossed a black plastic bag filled with something into her arms, leaving her taken aback.

"What's this?" she asked, her curiosity piqued as she began to open it.

The moment she recognized the contents of the bag, her mind went off like a firecracker.

Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink, the color spreading to the tips of her ears, lingering stubbornly.

With her cheeks burning red, Huo Mengmeng was completely flabbergasted.

How on earth did Leng Huaiqing know she was on her period?

And to top it off, he had even bought her overnight sanitary pads.

Was she seeing things?

Sitting dazedly on the hospital bed, Huo Mengmeng stared at the sanitary pads in the black plastic bag, unable to snap back to reality for the longest time.

Meanwhile, her cheeks, now a conspicuous shade of crimson, glowed enticingly under the lighting, compelling the man standing nearby to unconsciously narrow his eyes, his gaze growing intense and fiery.

Realizing his emotions were shifting, Leng Huaiqing quickly looked away.

He cleared his throat, masking his embarrassment with a deep voice, "You should get some rest. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now."

With that, before Huo Mengmeng could even respond, Leng Huaiqing, hands in his pockets, strode out of the ward with a calm and measured gait.

"What the heck!"

Watching Leng Huaiqing leave, Huo Mengmeng couldn't help but grumble under her breath, "He's acting all high and mighty. Wouldn't it be nice to just say he cares?"

But even as she complained, she felt a surge of happiness clutching the black plastic bag.

In truth, Leng Huaiqing wasn't as unfeeling and cold as he seemed. Maybe he just struggled with expressing himself.

She couldn't help but wonder what he looked like buying those sanitary pads.

The thought of his aloof demeanor paired with the tender act of picking out sanitary pads was amusing to her!