Jiang Nanshu was startled and turned around to see Lu Qingyan standing behind her, slowly opening a medicine box, taking out the pills, and softly muttering, "Contraceptives."
Jiang Nanshu’s heart sank, "Damn it, he’s going to misunderstand again."
She hurriedly explained, "These are from before."
"Oh, from hating me in the past to now, you have more stamina than I do," he said mockingly.
Jiang Nanshu: "..."
Is that really the comparison to make?
It was five years ago!
We had just gotten married back then. Who wanted to get pregnant?
Jiang Nanshu, feeling a headache coming on, said, "It’s not what you think, this medicine is no good. Give it to me, I’ll throw it away."
"No need to throw it away."
Jiang Nanshu: "?"
He took out a few pills, his eyes blazing red, threw them into his mouth, and chewed them fiercely.
Jiang Nanshu: "!!!"
It’s expired!
You really must be hungry to eat just about anything.
She rushed forward anxiously, "Quick, spit it out, this is expired medicine. It can kill."
But Lu Qingyan just smiled and gripped her wrist tightly, "Then wait until I’m dead to go find him. While the effects of the medicine are still active, we can do it one more time."
"???"
Contraceptives work on men too?!
Jiang Nanshu didn’t know whether they did or not, but the toxicity was substantial. Lu Qingyan was immediately rushed to the emergency room.
Jiang Nanshu, running alongside the bed, cursing, "I told you not to eat them, now look, you’ve gotten sick. Seriously."
When the doctor asked Jiang Nanshu if Lu Qingyan had ingested any harmful medication, she was almost too embarrassed to speak. In the end, she admitted truthfully—it was just a few expired contraceptives.
The doctor almost fell off his chair.
Male contraception from female pills?
Could that even work?
The doctor fell silent, finally giving a pointed comment, "The couple should be careful not to go too far and endanger lives."
Jiang Nanshu tapped her foot.
Heh.
She really wanted to hammer Lu Qingyan to death.
He truly deserved a beating from her.
Ye Yuan also came from the company.
Lu Qingyan had had his stomach pumped and was lying in the hospital bed, weakly receiving IV fluids.
He was already awake, but his face looked terrible, and he had severe stomach pain.
The nausea made his eyes sore and swollen.
Ye Yuan stood at the doorway, seeing Lu Qingyan with red eyes looking out the window and didn’t dare approach any further.
Sigh, he had picked the worst time when his boss was wallowing in sorrow. Better let him have a quiet cry.
He was a secretary with a great sense of boundary.
Ye Yuan sat outside the hospital room on a bench, pulled out his phone, and played the song, "Lonely People, Heartbroken Song," which slowly flowed outside the room.
Combined with his boss’s somber mood, Ye Yuan ended up crying himself.
Love really hurts too much.
Luckily he was single.
When the song ended.
Lu Qingyan, his voice filled with suppressed anger, called out, "Ye Yuan, get in here!"
Ye Yuan wiped his broken tears. The boss could show weakness, but excellent employees shouldn’t!
He exhaled softly, his tone cheerful, "Coming, President Lu~"
When Jiang Nanshu saw Ye Yuan again, he looked as though his father had died, standing at the doorway of the hospital room, sobbing quietly, "Wu wu wu, playing a song cost me my year-end performance bonus. I listened, I spent—damn capitalists, isn’t my data worth money? Wu wu wu."
Jiang Nanshu: "..."
It looks like...
Lu Qingyan’s condition is not very good.
Even his personal secretary looks like this.
She also lowered her voice, "How is President Lu?"
Ye Yuan’s tone was filled with melancholy, "Very well; he can still cry. He’s healthy."
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