Song Xinya had one good trait: she never blacked out when she got drunk.
Right now, she hated this trait!
Because she remembered every single "good deed" she had done last night!
She had called him Qin Yuhe by his full name...
She had made Qin Yuhe carry her on his back...
She had dragged Qin Yuhe into the woods...
She and Qin Yuhe had bumped into people having an illicit outdoor affair...
She had recklessly reached out to unbuckle Qin Yuhe's belt...
She had wanted Qin Yuhe to join her in a "duet" with that cheating couple...
She had teased him repeatedly, letting him touch her one second and stopping him the next, thrusting her chest out and then shrinking back...
Even when he helped her get her pajamas, she had found all sorts of ways to mess with him...
And the most speechless part of all: mistaking the robot vacuum for a giant black rat, jumping onto Qin Yuhe stark naked, and screaming her lungs out like an absolute idiot...
Who was this stupid person?
This stupid person was her!
It was the sheer embarrassment of realizing her IQ had gone missing and then suddenly returned.
Damn it!
Spits blood, pfft!
Just let the Earth explode, boom!
Song Xinya wanted to drop dead on the spot and go see her great-grandmother!
What should she do? She was too ashamed to face anyone!!!
Qin Yuhe stood to the side, admiring the way Song Xinya's face turned green, then red, then pale—more colorful than a painter's palette.
A lazy, playful smile appeared on his handsome, profound face. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her, asking, Remembered everything?
Song Xinya looked back at him, her clear eyes blinking with an expression of pure innocence. Let me tell you, I blacked out from drinking. I can't remember a thing.
The corners of Qin Yuhe's lips curled up. He took out his phone, opened the camera, switched it to the front-facing mode, and pointed it at her face.
Look for yourself. See how red your face gets when you lie.
Song Xinya looked at herself on the screen; her face was as red as a monkey's butt!
Other people got red in the face from drinking; she got red in the face from lying.
Exposing herself.
Qin Yuhe: When others get drunk, they act out of line. When you get drunk, you develop a second personality.
He smiled lazily. What do you have to say now?
Song Xinya: L-l-l-l-last night...
The one who was pestering you was the drunk Song Xinya, not the sober Song Xinya. Go find the drunk Song Xinya.
Qin Yuhe ran his tongue over his back teeth, understanding now. She was planning to deny everything.
Originally, he just wanted to help her recall last night and see her embarrassed and blushing, and then they could move past it.
Now, he changed his mind.
Qin Yuhe's hand grasped her porcelain-white shoulder, his fingers stroking downward, fanning the flames all the way.
Last night I stuck your sanitary pad on for you and helped you put on your panties, do you remember that?
Song Xinya: The one you helped was the drunk Song Xinya. The sober Song Xinya states that I don't remember.
Qin Yuhe grabbed her shoulders and pressed her down onto his lap in one swift motion, leaving her face down.
It's fine if you don't remember, I'll help you recall.
The very thing he had personally helped her put on last night, he pulled down with one tug.
His large palm showed no mercy as he raised his hand and spanked her.
Who did I help?
The drunk Song Xinya, or the sober Song Xinya?
Do you remember now?
The crisp sound of slaps echoed in the room one after another.
The atmosphere grew charmingly intimate, the temperature rising.
Rather than a punishment, it was more like flirting between husband and wife.
Song Xinya's pert bottom was both painful and numb. Overwhelmed with shame, she kicked and struggled, her face flushing so red it looked ready to drip color.
Mr. Qin...
Mr. Qin...
Ah...
She lay there limply, a layer of physiological tears welling up in her eyes, making them look even more glistening and enchanting.
Mr. Qin, please spare me, woo—
...
In the first-floor dining room, Song Tingye was hunched over doing his homework when he saw Song Xinya limping down the stairs.
Sis, what's wrong with you?
Qin Yuhe walked past her, tilting his head to glance at her. Madam, tell your brother what happened to you.
Song Xinya: I got drunk yesterday and accidentally sprained my ankle.
Qin Yuhe said in a mockingly serious tone, Remember to walk carefully from now on.
His tall, handsome, and upright figure walked past her, completely unscathed and in high spirits.
Song Xinya's bottom burned with a fiery pain.
By the dining table, Song Xinya gasped as she sat down on a chair.
Xiaoye, go get me a throw pillow to sit on.
Song Tingye asked in confusion, Didn't you hurt your ankle?
Song Xinya: I'm on my period. I'm afraid of dirtying the chair, can't I use a cushion?
Song Tingye: But wouldn't it be worse if you dirty the cushion?
Song Xinya: Say one more word, and you'll do 100 sets of Chinese test papers today!
Song Tingye quickly shut his mouth tight.
It was early in the morning and his sister was already so furious. Who provoked her?
She should go after whoever provoked her, why take it out on him!
He was just an innocent bystander!
The slim teenager darted over to the sofa, grabbed a pillow, darted back, and handed it to Song Xinya: Sister, please use this.
Song Xinya placed it on the chair, only then daring to sit down.
During the meal, Qin Yuhe asked, I'm going to inspect the hotel later, do you want to come with me?
Song Tingye: Is there any good food?
Qin Yuhe: The most luxurious hotel in the country, the best chefs in the world, all kinds of Chinese and Western cuisine, everything you could wish for.
Song Tingye raised his hand high: I'll go!
Qin Yuhe: I was asking your sister.
Song Tingye: What's wrong with adding one more? We're all family, why be so distant? Brother-in-law, my dearest brother-in-law, my favorite brother-in-law, mwah.
Qin Yuhe: Stop, if you say any more I'm going to throw up.
He looked at Song Xinya: Are you coming with me?
Song Xinya: I have to pick up my custom evening gown today.
Qin Yuhe: Should I drop you off?
Song Xinya: No need, the hotel should be quite busy. Go do your work, finish early, and come back early tonight.
The moment the words left her mouth, she paused. Telling him to come back early tonight sounded like she was sending him some kind of signal.
Song Xinya turned her head and looked at Song Tingye, saying, You come back early tonight too.
Song Tingye: I'm not going out today. It's so hot, it's much more comfortable to stay home with the AC on.
Song Xinya: ...Actually, you could go out.
Song Tingye: No need, I don't want to.
Song Xinya: ...Okay.
During the meal, she buried her head and ate diligently, not looking up at Qin Yuhe once, to prevent him from thinking she was actually hinting at something.
After the meal, Qin Yuhe left for the hotel.
Before going to pick up her dress, Song Xinya first made a trip to the hospital.
She was currently compromised both front and back, and desperately needed some medicine to reduce swelling and relieve pain.
At the hospital, after getting her prescription, Song Xinya ran into Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying at the door of the obstetrics and gynecology department.
Zhang Yingying: Mom, the doctor said one of the test results won't be ready today, so the hymen repair surgery can't be done.
Zhang Yingying had dated quite a few boyfriends during her school days, and had slept with every single one of them.
Later, she often attended business dinners with Song Xuanli, met many business bosses, and had relations with quite a few of those men as well.
Even though she was battle-tested, she was preparing to use technological means to disguise herself as a pure virgin with absolutely zero combat experience.
"Can it be done tomorrow then?" Li Cuirou asked. "The sooner you have this surgery, the better. There is a seven to ten day recovery period afterwards, and you won't be able to be intimate during that time."
Her face brimming with excitement and anticipation, Li Cuirou continued, "Tomorrow we are going to attend the banquet hosted by the Qin family. If Qin Yuhe takes a liking to you, he might not be able to wait to get you into bed."
Zhang Yingying's face flushed with a coy blush. "If Mr. Qin wants to sleep with me, I would be more than willing."
