Qin Yuhe carried Song Xinya out of the bar's main entrance.
The crowd of onlookers gathered at the door was still packed tightly together.
Third Master of the Beijing circle shot a glance at the bar manager.
Understanding his meaning perfectly, the manager waved at the crowd. Disperse, everyone, disperse. Do not stand here blocking the door. Go back to eating, drinking, and whatever else you were doing.
The dense crowd began to filter back inside the bar.
The bar manager escorted Third Master, heading toward the second floor.
At the top of the stairs, a man walking down blocked Third Master's way.
Third Master looked up, surprise flashing in his eyes again. President Qin!
Qin Hanxiao swept his gaze toward the entrance. What happened over there?
Third Master: Just now...
Usually, if the father was called President Qin, the son would be addressed as Junior President Qin. But the Qin family was an exception. Everyone called Qin Yuhe President Qin, and referred to Qin Hanxiao as Senior President Qin.
Not daring to call Qin Yuhe by his full name, Third Master said, Chairman Qin was just here.
Qin Hanxiao's face darkened.
Third Master pretended not to notice. He would rather offend Qin Hanxiao than get on the bad side of Qin Yuhe.
Besides, the current Chairman of the Qin Group was Qin Yuhe anyway.
Qin Hanxiao: What did he come here for?
Third Master recounted what had just happened.
Qin Hanxiao was greatly surprised. To think that Qin Yuhe would actually get into a fight over a woman!
Was this still his son who always maintained a calm and proper demeanor?
The corners of Qin Hanxiao's lips curled into a smile. Things were getting more and more interesting.
...
By the Rolls-Royce, as Qin Yuhe reached out to open the car door, he lifted his leg and nudged her backside heavily with his knee to keep Song Xinya from slipping out of his arms.
Failing to control his strength for a moment, he used a bit too much force. The woman in his arms let out a delicate cry, My butt hurts.
She covered her backside with her hands. Do not bump my little butt.
If this were a normal day and Song Xinya was sober, she absolutely would not have been able to say such a thing.
But right now, she was drunk. Her brain was no different from mush. With the age of twenty-five and the IQ of a five-year-old, she spoke with an unmistakable childishness.
Qin Yuhe's lips quirked up. Hold onto my neck. I need to free up a hand to open the door.
Song Xinya lifted her body slightly, wrapping her slender, fair arms around his neck, her warm and damp palms pressing against his nape.
Her soft and exquisite body pressed tightly against his, fitting seamlessly together.
Just as Qin Yuhe reached out and pulled the car door open, the woman in his arms murmured, I do not want to ride in the car.
Qin Yuhe paused his motion of placing her inside. If you do not take the car, how do you plan to get back?
Song Xinya: You carry me back on your back.
Qin Yuhe let out a scoff. You lied to me, and you still want me to carry you back?
Song Xinya buried her cheek in his neck and rubbed against it, not daring to speak.
Qin Yuhe set her down on the ground. Stand properly.
Song Xinya stood there, swaying unsteadily.
A strand of hair stuck to her face. Qin Yuhe raised his arm, intending to tuck it behind her ear.
Ah! Song Xinya cried out, opening her glossy lips, and wrapped her hands around her head.
Do you think I am going to hit you? Qin Yuhe was genuinely amused by her reaction.
You are so fierce, Song Xinya sniffled and said pitifully. I have never seen you look so fierce before.
She had seen the way he beat someone up in the bar just now.
He made a grown man's mouth bleed with a single punch.
As a weak woman, would she not be sent flying to the moon with one punch from him?
Qin Yuhe pressed his fingers to his forehead. How was he fierce to her? He just put her on the ground and told her to stand properly, and she claimed he was being fierce.
Heaven was his witness, he had not even said a single harsh word.
But the drunk woman did not think so. She twisted her body, stood with her back to him, squatted down, and lowered her head, looking incredibly wronged. I am angry.
A little liar who deceived him was actually getting angry.
Where did she get the nerve to be angry?
Qin Yuhe looked down, his gaze deep, watching the woman squatting at his feet.
A moment later, he let out a sigh.
Forget it. What is the point of arguing with a drunk person?
His tall figure squatted down, placing his palm on top of her head, using a coaxing tone like one would with a child. Stop being angry. I will not be fierce to you anymore.
Song Xinya asked self-righteously, Do you know what you did wrong?
Qin Yuhe: ...I know.
Song Xinya continued self-righteously, Where did you go wrong?
Qin Yuhe: ...I should not have been fierce to you.
Song Xinya: Will you do it again next time?
Qin Yuhe: ...I will not.
Song Xinya: Alright, I will not hold it against you this time. I will be magnanimous and forgive you.
Qin Yuhe remained silent.
Song Xinya: Why do you have no manners? I said I forgive you, so you should say thank you.
Qin Yuhe: ...Thank you so much.
Song Xinya patted his head. You are welcome.
Qin Yuhe, a twenty-nine-year-old man, was being patted on the head by her like a child.
He looked at the woman patting his head. My lady, can we leave now?
Song Xinya: Yes, but I do not want to take the car. I want to feel the breeze.
She stood up abruptly, her vision went black, and she toppled toward the ground like a stalk of green onion.
Qin Yuhe grabbed her arm, steadying her. His tall, straight body squatted down once again, his back facing her.
Get on, I will carry you.
Song Xinya looked at the man squatting at her feet and said in dissatisfaction, But you were not willing to carry me just now.
Qin Yuhe: I am willing now, my little ancestor.
Song Xinya: Alright, I will reluctantly let you carry me this once.
Qin Yuhe: Thank you for your great kindness, Princess. Your servant is eternally grateful.
Song Xinya's eyes curved as she smiled sweetly and delicately, draping her entire body over his back.
Qin Yuhe supported her legs with both hands, stood up, and slowly walked forward along the sidewalk with her on his back.
The streetlights cast a hazy glow, stretching their intertwined shadows across the ground.
The summer night breeze was neither hot nor cold. It blew through her smooth hair, sending a strand fluttering onto his face. It tickled a little, but Qin Yuhe did not say a word, allowing her hair to cling to his skin.
Song Xinya rested on Qin Yuhe's back, her arms wrapped around his neck.
Am I heavy?
Not at all, you are very light.
Are you tired carrying me?
Not tired, I have plenty of strength.
Are you sweating?
No, I do not sweat.
Time ticked by, second by second, minute by minute. He carried her and walked for a long, long time.
After a good while, Qin Yuhe did not hear Song Xinya say anything.
He hitched her up slightly on his back.
Song Xinya, are you asleep?
No.
Song Xinya sleepily opened her eyes wide and suddenly buried her face in his neck.
A soft, moist sensation like jelly transmitted over, causing Qin Yuhe's body to shudder.
She pressed her lips against the skin of his neck and gave it a hard suck.
Qin Yuhe's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice turning hoarse. What are you doing?
The girl on his back pressed closer and whispered softly in his ear, Qin Yuhe, I am kissing you.
