At eight o'clock in the evening, Song Xinya stood in front of the mirror after taking a shower.
Her satin-like hair was still dripping, and crystal-clear water droplets slid down the curves of her body.
Her skin, flushed from the steam, revealed a faint pinkish hue beneath its milky whiteness, as soft and fresh as cherry blossoms.
She took out the swelling and pain relief ointment she had bought at the hospital earlier that day. Dabbing a bit on her fingertips, she gently applied it to her chest in slow, circular motions.
She had only bumped into him once, yet it had left her aching for an entire day and night.
Was his body made of iron and steel? How could he be so hard! He could practically be used as an instrument of torture!
After applying the ointment to her front, Song Xinya turned around.
Two distinct red marks lingered on her pert bottom.
A whole day had passed, and they still hadn't faded.
If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't beat him in a fight, she would absolutely take a small leather whip to him and let him taste the pain of a good spanking.
Song Xinya muttered complaints about Qin Yuhe being a devil while rubbing the ointment onto the two red marks on her bottom.
Qin Yuhe had spent the entire day at the hotel and still hadn't returned.
High society had its own exclusive circles, internally divided into different tiers based on power and status.
For a top-tier prestigious family like the Qin family, past banquets had only invited the noble and prominent families from the top two tiers of the pyramid.
However, for this banquet where Song Xinya would be formally introduced as the main character, the Qin family had invited every single family on the pyramid.
Those who normally could not even get a glimpse of the Qin family members now held admission tickets to a Qin family banquet.
Wealthy family banquets were never just about eating and drinking. Instead, they were opportunities to build networks, expand social circles, and foster business collaborations under the guise of attending a party.
As soon as the Qin family's invitations were sent out, the entire upper-class society of the capital was shaken.
Everyone harbored the wild hope of making a connection and partnering with the Qin family, allowing their own status and position to leap through the dragon's gate and ascend to a whole new level.
Everyone in the capital's elite circles was so thrilled about attending this banquet that they lost sleep over it.
It was an unprecedentedly grand and magnificent banquet.
From the arrangement of the desserts to the hiring of a security team composed of retired special forces hidden in the shadows to guarantee everyone's safety, everything was meticulously planned.
Because he placed great importance on this banquet centered around Song Xinya, Qin Yuhe personally reviewed and inspected every single detail related to the event, no matter how big or small.
Putting all other matters aside, Qin Yuhe spent the entire day busy with the banquet preparations.
Knowing that Qin Yuhe wouldn't be back for a while, Song Xinya didn't hold back. She cursed him while applying her medicine, cursed him while getting dressed, and was still cursing him when she opened the bathroom door.
Devil, demon king, tyrant!
So strong, with endless brute strength. He must have been a bull demon in his past life!
Looking up, Song Xinya saw Qin Yuhe standing at the door.
Mrs. Qin, who are you scolding?
Song Xinya replied, I was scolding my younger brother, Xiaoye.
Qin Yuhe said, Is that so?
Not daring to meet his all-seeing gaze, Song Xinya skirted past him, jumped onto the bed, and dove under the covers. She casually picked up a book and pretended to read it very seriously.
Qin Yuhe turned around, walked over to her, glanced at the book in her hands, and asked, Is it a good read?
Song Xinya spoke with false confidence, It's great. This book is very captivating. I think it's written with a lot of depth and is particularly thought-provoking. I'm completely engrossed in it.
A faint, lazy smile tugged at the corners of Qin Yuhe's lips. He curled his finger and tapped the center of the book. You're holding the book upside down, little girl.
Song Xinya was speechless.
She was dying of embarrassment.
Watching her face flush red with embarrassment, Qin Yuhe leisurely stood up and went into the bathroom to wash up.
When he came out after washing up, he saw her lying on the edge of the bed with her eyes closed, looking as if she were sound asleep.
Qin Yuhe lifted the covers and got in, turning on his side to face her. His warm, masculine scent drifted over to her.
Mrs. Qin?
There was no response.
Qin Yuhe picked up the air conditioner remote and lowered the temperature to 15 degrees Celsius.
Her previously straight body curled up like a shrimp.
She muttered through her red lips, Cold.
Qin Yuhe asked, Why aren't you pretending to be asleep anymore?
Song Xinya repeated, Cold.
He reached out his arm to her. If you're cold, come here. Sleep in my arms.
She rolled right into his embrace.
Her soft, graceful, and slender body felt as smooth as silk against his skin.
A sweet and elegant fragrance seeped into his lungs.
Her soft, moist lips pressed against his chest, the touch gentle yet distinct.
Her breath passed through the thin fabric of his pajamas, warming his skin with its damp heat.
In the dead of night, the man's breathing instantly grew heavy and ragged.
Just as Song Xinya was feeling drowsy with her eyes closed, she felt a burning, lingering sensation on her leg. His hand covered her thigh, trailing upwards toward the base of her leg.
She knew all too well that this was his signal for intimacy.
Qin Yuhe's deep voice sounded in the quiet room. Is your period completely over?
Song Xinya answered, Not yet.
A moment of silence followed.
The man let out an mm, sounding quite disappointed.
Song Xinya added, It will probably be completely gone by tomorrow.
The man hummed again, his tone much happier than before.
He looked down at her, his dark gaze falling straight onto her lips.
Her crimson lips were moist and tender, and the slight pout of her upper lip seemed to invite him to take a taste.
Of course, this was entirely Qin Yuhe's own imagination.
Song Xinya's lips naturally had a slight pout to them.
At this moment, with her eyes closed, she looked soft, warm, and submissively vulnerable.
His Adam's apple bobbed sharply and heavily.
For the first time, Qin Yuhe took the initiative to ask, Yaya, how about we share a kiss?
There was no response.
She had fallen asleep.
...
The time shifted to the following evening.
Inside the most luxurious hotel in Jingbei City.
The wealthy elites and prominent socialites were gathered in abundance.
Beneath the gilded dome, magnificent crystal chandeliers illuminated the banquet hall as bright as day, while the scents of champagne and premium perfumes floated in the air.
Old Master Qin and Old Madam Qin sat in the center of the banquet, receiving greetings from the guests one by one.
The guests, holding their gifts, consciously formed a long queue.
Song Xuanli led Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying, standing at the very end of the line.
Zhang Yingying looked around the hall, searching for that elegant and tall figure.
Why haven't I seen President Qin?
Song Xuanli spoke as if he knew it all, A big shot like him will definitely make a grand finale entrance. He won't let himself be seen so easily.
Zhang Yingying glanced at the long queue ahead. We arrived an hour early, but it's still too late.
Li Cuirou said, We've never attended such a grand and luxurious banquet before, so we lack experience.
Song Xuanli glanced around and let out a cough, seeming to feel a bit embarrassed.
Li Cuirou quickly added, The master is knowledgeable and experienced. You must have attended many grand and luxurious banquets like this.
Song Xuanli hummed in agreement. To keep up appearances, he began to spin a lie, President Qin and I have business collaborations. We have a good relationship and have even had tea together.
In reality, he had been trying to curry favor with Qin Yuhe to secure a partnership, but he had been rejected time and time again, never even making it past the door of Qin Yuhe's office.
Zhang Yingying kept looking around the hall, continuing her search for Qin Yuhe.
At this moment, Qin Yuhe was keeping Song Xinya company.
In the dressing room, a curtain was slowly drawn back, revealing Song Xinya dressed in a magnificent gown, standing under the dazzling lights.
The luxurious, custom-made evening gown perfectly accentuated her slender, exquisite curves, making her look breathtakingly graceful and elegant.
In her fiery red dress and with skin as pale as snow, her makeup was flawlessly aristocratic. Every single strand of her hair was styled to absolute perfection.
Qin Yuhe gazed at her stunningly dressed figure. A flash of red seemed to cross his vision, and for a fleeting moment, he was entirely captivated.
He walked toward her. With every stride of his long legs, a flash of vibrant red peeked from the soles of his shoes.
Today, he was wearing black leather shoes with red soles.
It was his first time ever wearing such a pair.
Song Xinya hadn't asked him to do so; he had chosen them specifically to coordinate with her red evening gown.
Song Xinya stood on a circular platform, lifting her foot to step down.
Qin Yuhe strode over, grasped her hand, and gently helped her down.
Song Xinya looked up at him. A faint, rosy flush colored her radiant and delicate cheeks, and her clear, bright eyes shimmered like a sunset glow.
"Mr. Qin, do I look beautiful in this?"
Qin Yuhe gazed at her, his eyes dropping to her lips.
The craving that had been brewing since last night remained completely unsatisfied.
His mind was consumed entirely by her soft, jelly-like lips—lips he had yet to taste even once.
His hand cupped the back of her head. He leaned in and lowered his head until they were eye to eye.
His handsome, alluring features magnified in her vision. His scorching breath brushed against her cheek, and his dominant presence felt overwhelmingly aggressive.
"Miss Song Xinya, I want to kiss you."
Huh?
Song Xinya replied, "I was asking if I look good like this."
How did his mind jump straight to kissing her?
Everything else could wait; right now, all he wanted was to kiss her. He would kiss her first and deal with the rest later.
Qin Yuhe asked, "What flavor of candy do you like?"
"Strawberry," Song Xinya answered.
Qin Yuhe unwrapped a strawberry candy and popped it into his own mouth.
Song Xinya asked, "Weren't you going to feed that to me?"
Qin Yuhe stared at her with deep, dark eyes. "Yes. I am going to feed you."
He tilted his head.
His straight nose brushed against her cheek.
His thin lips captured hers.
His hand held the back of her head firmly.
It was gentle.
Yet it was absolute control.
He allowed her no room to retreat.
Directly and forcefully, he kissed her.
The strawberry candy in his mouth was passed into hers, feeding it to her just as he promised.
