The blunt words slipped into her ears, causing Song Xinya's heart to give a heavy thump.
She grabbed the front of his white shirt with both hands, twisting the fabric into tight creases.
Her thick, velvety eyelashes lowered in shyness, her red lips murmuring, "We have to go home first."
The hand Qin Yuhe had on the back of her neck slid down to caress her bare shoulder. The skin beneath his palm felt smooth and delicate. His hand continued its downward journey, brushing past her slender waist and wandering toward her full bottom.
His searing hand slipped through the high slit of her dress, hooking the edge of the lace and delving inside.
"Can't we do it here?"
He had an incredibly nimble pair of hands, capable of playing the piano, guitar, violin, and various other instruments.
Not only could they effortlessly pluck the strings of an instrument, but they could also effortlessly accelerate a woman's heartbeat.
Song Xinya's face flushed crimson. Her pearly white teeth bit down hard on her lower lip, holding back any shameful sounds as she looked nervously toward the door of the side hall.
"No... we can't. The door... it's unlocked. Someone could come in... at any moment."
Qin Yuhe gave a charming, roguish smile. "Does my wife mean that it's fine as long as I lock the door?"
Song Xinya looked up and glared at him playfully, her eyes rippling with a captivating allure. "That's... not what I meant at all."
The hotel's soundproofing wasn't that great. Just beyond the wall in the main hall, the guests had not yet left, and a cacophony of voices drifted in.
Song Xinya could clearly hear his assistant asking, "Where did Mr. Qin and Miss Song go?"
"I don't know. Let's go check the side hall and see if they're there."
Panicking, she pushed against him, trying to resist and stand up.
Qin Yuhe kept one arm wrapped tightly around her soft waist, while his other hand didn't stop its movements.
The soft, smooth red silk fabric bulged, outlining the curve of the man's hand.
The footsteps outside drew closer and closer, hitting the beat like drumbeats. They moved from far to near, distinct and clear, heading straight for the door of the side hall.
Song Xinya's heart lurched, beating faster and faster.
The moment the footsteps stopped right outside the door, she buried her face in his chest, playing the ostrich.
The door was knocked three times. The assistant stood outside and called out, "Mr. Qin, are you in there?"
Naturally, Qin Yuhe did not answer him.
Song Xinya bit her lip, not daring to make a single sound.
The door was knocked three more times, and then another three.
Someone said, "Mr. Qin isn't in the side hall."
The assistant replied, "He probably isn't."
Another person added, "There's cake in the side hall. We just finished the main course, so it's the perfect time to grab some dessert."
As soon as the words fell, a pair of hands forcefully pushed the door open.
The three men looked into the side hall, all of them dumbfounded.
"Mr. Qin!"
Qin Yuhe stood with his back to the door, his imposing figure tall and straight. He held an alcohol wipe in his hand, casually wiping his fingers.
Song Xinya was sitting on the sofa right in front of him, completely shielded from view by his body.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a fleeting glimpse of the men's ring on his finger, gleaming with a cold light.
His movements were slow and methodical. With the wipe in his hand, he meticulously cleaned the index, middle, and ring fingers of his other hand, wiping from the base all the way to the tips.
Without turning around, he directed his icy voice at the three people by the door. "Can I help you?"
The assistant still hadn't recovered from the shock and blurted out, "Mr. Qin, why are you in the side hall?"
Qin Yuhe: "I was getting ready to enjoy a delicious dessert, but before I could take a bite, I was interrupted by you."
The assistant looked sheepish. "Mr. Qin, I really didn't mean to intrude. I have business to report."
"Mr. Song, Miss Song's father, has been pestering me. He says he misses his daughter dearly and wants to see Miss Song."
Misses his daughter dearly?
Song Xinya let out a cold, joyless laugh.
When she first left the Song family, she wasn't even of age. She took Song Tingye to live in a dilapidated apartment building, going to school during the day and washing dishes at night. They lived day to day, never knowing where their next meal would come from. Why hadn't this so-called father ever come to check on her and her brother back then?
If Song Xinya hadn't been able to endure hardship and stay resilient, the two siblings would have starved to death long ago.
Now that she had married into the Qin family and become the highly respected young madam, this father suddenly popped out of nowhere to claim his family ties.
It really proved the old saying:
The poor are ignored even in the busiest markets, while the rich are sought out even in the deepest mountains.
Money is a magic mirror that reveals true colors, and a ruler that measures conscience. Poverty exposes human nature, while wealth reveals true intentions. Wealth covers a multitude of sins, while poverty destroys everything.
Qin Yuhe looked at Song Xinya, not answering for her whether she would go or not.
He hadn't experienced the pain she had been through, so how could he make the decision for her?
He asked her, "Do you want to see him? If you do, I'll go with you. If you don't, I'll have him leave."
Two words slipped from Song Xinya's lips: "I don't."
Qin Yuhe issued an order to the people behind him: "Kick Song Xuanli and the other two out of the Qin estate."
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Song Xuanli, Li Cuirou, and Zhang Yingying were thrown out.
Song Xinya stood on the second-floor corridor, looking down at the first-floor lobby, enjoying the pathetic sight of the three of them being kicked out.
Song Xuanli looked up and saw her. Just as he opened his mouth to call out to her, a security guard clamped a hand over his mouth and dragged him away like a mangy dog.
Qin Yuhe stood beside Song Xinya, patted her head, and asked, "Are you happy now?"
Song Xinya nestled into his embrace, her slender arms wrapping around his waist. "Very."
Qin Yuhe rested his chin on the top of her head and asked, "Do you have to work tomorrow?"
Song Xinya: "Yeah, tomorrow is Monday."
Qin Yuhe: "I want to discuss something with you."
Song Xinya: "What is it?"
Qin Yuhe: "Take two days off. I want to enjoy myself to the fullest for once."
Song Xinya: "..."
Other people took time off to visit relatives or see a doctor. She was different.
She was taking time off to have sex!
