After Qin Yuhe told Song Xinya to take a leave of absence to have sex, there was no response from her for quite a while.
He asked, "You don't want to take time off?"
Song Xinya: "No, I'm just thinking about what kind of decent excuse I can make up to ask my boss for a leave."
She couldn't exactly say to her boss, President Zhao, my husband wants to go all out, so I'd like to take two days off to battle it out with him in bed for three hundred rounds, my husband is practically addicted!
Could she really say that out loud?
If she used that as an excuse, she'd either be sent to a psychiatric ward or arrested by the vice squad.
She was too young to end up in jail eating stale bread.
Qin Yuhe asked, "Do you need a reason to take a leave?"
Song Xinya: "Don't you need a reason?"
"You're a big boss, of course you don't need a reason. Wait, no, you don't even need to ask for leave. You can just not go if you don't want to, and go to work whenever you feel like it."
Qin Yuhe: "That is true."
Song Xinya: "...Show-off, is that you?"
Qin Yuhe: "I was born this way. It's just my everyday life."
Song Xinya poked his chest repeatedly with her finger: "Big boss, please don't draw the hatred of us wage earners. We'll get jealous."
Qin Yuhe gave a light smile: "Are you interested in managing a company?"
Song Xinya: "What, do you want to gift me a company and let me be the boss?"
Qin Yuhe: "Giving you a company is as easy as giving you a flower for me."
Song Xinya rested her head on his chest and smiled: "Showing off your wealth."
Qin Yuhe did indeed have a bit of intention to deliberately flaunt his wealth to her.
Because she had said before that she liked money, he had to show off to her from time to time that he was extremely wealthy.
Song Xinya was a little surprised. She didn't expect that Qin Yuhe, the noble prince of the Beijing circle, would also like to flaunt his wealth.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, all men in the world are the same. Once they have a little money, they love to show it off.
What Qin Yuhe was thinking in his heart was, he had finished showing off his wealth, so why hadn't she made any comments?
Was he being too subtle about it?
Another day, he would have his assistant organize the assets under his name and directly show her the bank deposit numbers.
The couple each had their own thoughts.
The first floor was crowded with people, a blur of fragrant clothes and elegant silhouettes. Guests in formal attire were mingling and toasting each other.
Qin Yuhe looked down and immediately saw a man pinning a woman against the wall in a corner. The two were hugging each other, kissing passionately.
The man was tall and had a noble temperament, exuding the charm of a mature man.
The woman was firmly enveloped by his figure, trapped between the wall and his body, her slender white fingers tightly gripping the fabric of the suit on both sides of the man's waist.
Although the woman's face and expression couldn't be seen, from her curled fingers and white knuckles, one could imagine how fiercely the two were kissing.
Seeing that Qin Yuhe suddenly stopped talking, Song Xinya looked up at him and followed his gaze to see the kissing couple in the corner.
No wonder he stopped talking. He was secretly watching other people kiss.
Why didn't he call her to watch such a good thing together? That was too mean of him.
The man who was pinning the woman down to kiss her was wearing a dark gray suit. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, with an outstanding temperament. Just his back alone made people feel that he was extremely handsome.
Handsome men naturally came with sexual tension.
After watching for a while, Song Xinya sighed, "He looks like a really good kisser."
Qin Yuhe remembered her evaluation of him: It was... just okay...
His face darkened.
Song Xinya was watching with great interest when suddenly her vision went black. Qin Yuhe, in his black suit, blocked her view.
Qin Yuhe: "Stop looking."
Song Xinya: "Why?"
Qin Yuhe: "When other girls see people kissing, they get shy and quickly turn their faces away. But you, on the other hand, stare intently, wishing you could pop your eyeballs out to see."
Song Xinya: "I'm not a girl, I'm a married woman."
Qin Yuhe: "..."
The corners of his mouth twitched speechlessly. He placed his hand on her back and led her downstairs.
Qin Yuhe: "Watch less of this unhealthy stuff from now on."
Song Xinya: "But you were watching for a long time just now, too."
Qin Yuhe: "I won't watch it anymore either."
Song Xinya: "Alright, alright."
The two walked to the first floor, crossed the hall, and just as they stepped out the door, a man behind them called out, "Qin Yuhe."
There weren't many people who dared to call Qin Yuhe by his full name.
Song Xinya had accompanied Qin Yuhe throughout the entire banquet and hadn't heard a single person say his name so directly.
She couldn't help but be curious about the identity of the man behind them and turned around to look.
Dark gray suit, broad shoulders, narrow waist, outstanding temperament.
Wasn't that the man who had pinned the woman against the wall to kiss her!
When the man saw Song Xinya, his expression remained unchanged. Calm and composed, he politely nodded in greeting.
Qin Yuhe introduced him to Song Xinya, "He is my cousin, Fu Xiaochen."
So he was his cousin, no wonder he dared to call Qin Yuhe by his name.
Song Xinya nodded to Fu Xiaochen in greeting: "Hello, brother."
Qin Yuhe's expression changed.
Fu Xiaochen noticed the fleeting change in his expression. He originally hadn't planned to reach out, but the urge to tease his cousin suddenly arose. He extended his hand toward Song Xinya: "Hello."
Shaking hands is a basic etiquette in social situations, so Song Xinya also reached out her hand to him.
Qin Yuhe: "Fu Xiaochen, your wife is here."
Fu Xiaochen quickly retracted his hand and looked back. There was no one behind him; his wife hadn't come.
He had been tricked by Qin Yuhe.
When Fu Xiaochen turned back around, there was no one in front of him either. Qin Yuhe had already pulled Song Xinya away.
Inside the Rolls-Royce.
Song Xinya: "Why did you suddenly pull me away? We didn't even say goodbye to your brother."
Qin Yuhe: "Stop calling other men 'brother' so affectionately."
Song Xinya felt a little baffled: "He's your cousin. What's wrong with me calling him brother?"
Qin Yuhe: "I don't like hearing it."
Song Xinya looked at his face. It was as cold as a block of ice.
So she stopped talking and turned her head to look out the car window.
A moment later, his hand reached over and nudged her shoulder.
"Song Xinya, are you mad at me because of my cousin?"
Song Xinya looked out the window: "No."
Qin Yuhe nudged her shoulder again.
Song Xinya turned slightly and shook his hand off.
Qin Yuhe pinched her chin with his fingers, trying to turn her face back toward him.
Song Xinya pouted, turning further away and shaking his hand off once more.
With his sleeves half-rolled up, his arm—pale with faint veins showing—slipped under the crook of her knees. Supporting her back with his other hand, Qin Yuhe lifted her onto his lap.
Qin Yuhe looked at the woman in his arms: "You seem to have a really good impression of my cousin?"
Song Xinya: "I only met him once. It's not about having a good impression or not."
Qin Yuhe frowned: "So you want to see him a few more times?"
Song Xinya: "..."
"I mean, I only exchanged one sentence with him, so I don't know him well enough."
Qin Yuhe: "So you want to chat with him more in the future and get to know him better?"
Song Xinya: "......"
Did he learn his reading comprehension skills from Song Tingye?
Qin Yuhe saw her keeping her head bowed, her delicate face taut with tension, and he pinched the bridge of his nose.
He pulled out his phone. Even though he had absolutely no desire to deal with Fu Xiaochen right now, not even wanting to look at the man's name, he still sent him a text message.
[When your wife is mad at you, how do you coax her?]
Fu Xiaochen: [Lovers' quarrels are always resolved in bed. Just pin her down and fuck her senseless, and she'll be fine.]
Qin Yuhe learned something new today.
Song Xinya suddenly felt herself being lifted into the air. The world spun before her eyes, and before she knew it, Qin Yuhe had dropped her back onto the seat.
She gasped, "Mr. Qin, what are you doing?"
Qin Yuhe's solid knee forced her legs apart.
"Fucking you."
And doing it hard...
