117 We Won’t Need Them! (2/2)

”Yes. You're a doctor. Tell me how to get tested for STDs.”

Wang Yingjie was silent for a few seconds. ”Why do you need to get tested? Do you think you contracted anything? If so, this is serious.”

”No.” Jin Liwei explained to his friend that his girlfriend, Xiulan, required him to get tested before allowing them to have sex.

Wang Yingjie laughed. ”Wise girl. Alright, I understand. I'm a surgeon so this isn't my area of expertise, but I'll refer you to a colleague of mine. He's discreet so you don't have to worry. When do you want to get tested?”

”As soon as possible.”

”Alright. I'll call you when everything's set up.”

”Thanks.” Jin Liwei hesitated but decided to go for it. He cleared his throat. ”Second Brother, is it normal for women to be angry all the time when they're on their, er, period? Like…their personality is so different from normal.”

”Well, try bleeding from your organ for a few days and see if you don't feel angry too.”

”Oh.”

Wang Yingjie chuckled. ”Yes, it's normal. It's due to hormone imbalances. Just be patient with her. It'll pass. And maybe she's also feeling stressed right now. I heard what happened to her last night. Don't add to her stress.”

Jin Liwei's eyes turned cold as he was reminded by the incident during the launch party. He suppressed his fury. His Second Brother was right. He shouldn't add to his baby girl's stress at the moment. ”I understand. Thanks, Second Brother.”

”No problem. Anytime. Let's hang out with the others sometime. You can bring Xiulan again if she wants to.”

The brothers hung up.

Jin Liwei gathered all the condom boxes in a plastic bag and walked out of the closet. He found his baby girl on the bed being massaged by Yi Mei. The housekeeper fussed and lectured about the traditional ways to take care of the body during menstruation.

Good thing the plastic bag wasn't translucent. If the old housekeeper saw what was inside it, there was a high chance that she would go crazy and murder the lusty brat.

He placed the plastic on the floor. At least he had the sense not to transfer the contents from the plastic to the bedside drawer in front of the housekeeper. He would do it later when she left.

”Teach me how to massage her,” he asked the housekeeper.

Yi Mei paused, not knowing how to respond. She turned to the Young Miss.

”Go ahead.” Iris sighed. ”If he wants to learn, let him.”

Yi Mei had no choice but to teach the lusty brat.