"Song Xinya..."
Qin Yuhe's voice pulled Song Xinya back from her wandering thoughts.
Her eyelashes fluttered like a startled butterfly: "What is it?"
Qin Yuhe tilted his chin toward her hand: "The water in the cup spilled onto your hand."
Song Xinya looked down and saw the cup tilted to one side. A thin stream of water flowed out continuously, pouring over her hand and pooling all over the table.
She grabbed some tissues and wiped haphazardly.
She thought to herself, thank goodness he wasn't talking about staying the night with her.
Then she heard Qin Yuhe ask, "What are you so nervous about?"
Song Xinya: "I'm not nervous."
"Is that so," Qin Yuhe's voice contained a smile: "Then why do you keep wiping my hand with the tissue?"
Ah!
Song Xinya looked down and saw that she was rubbing the tissue back and forth over Qin Yuhe's hand, while the puddle of water on the table hadn't diminished by a single drop.
She jerked her hand up: "Sorry, I wiped the wrong place."
Flustered, she turned around: "I'm going to the restroom."
Qin Yuhe's voice came from behind her: "I'm planning to sleep here tonight."
Song Xinya closed her eyes. What was bound to happen had finally come.
Before they had even started doing the deed, her legs already felt a bit weak.
She walked toward the bathroom with unsteady steps, nearly bumping her head against the door frame when she got there.
After staying in the bathroom for thirty minutes, Song Xinya's heart was still pounding wildly.
The mere thought of lying naked beneath Qin Yuhe later made her incredibly nervous.
Her first time was because she had been drinking. Her reason had been burned away by alcohol, and her body was pinned under a man. That man had gently embraced her, kissed her, and caressed her. His skills were truly superb; he had coaxed out her desire, and driven by primal instinct, everything had fallen into place and the deed was done.
But now she hadn't drunk anything; she was completely sober.
How were two completely sober people who barely knew each other supposed to do that on a bed?
Song Xinya felt like she couldn't quite do it.
Maybe she should drink some alcohol?
Song Xinya pushed open the bathroom door and stepped out, looking up to see Qin Yuhe staring right at her.
Her heart started beating irregularly again: "Um, do you want to drink some red wine?"
Qin Yuhe: "Do you have any at home?"
Song Xinya: "No, only a bottle of Erguotou."
It was left over from when she used it to remove fishiness and enhance flavor while cooking.
Qin Yuhe thought for a moment and replied seriously: "Tonight isn't suitable for drinking high-proof liquor. First, it ruins the mood. Second, if we get drunk, we won't be able to get down to business."
Song Xinya replied: "Um, yes."
She had truly never seen any couple down a glass of strong white liquor before doing the deed.
Song Xinya walked toward the door: "I'll go buy some red wine now."
Qin Yuhe called out to stop her: "No need, I brought some. It's in my car. My assistant is waiting downstairs; I'll have him bring it up."
.........
Downstairs, inside the Rolls-Royce.
The assistant kept looking toward the dim stairwell entrance: "What time is it already? Why isn't President Qin back yet?"
Driver: "Don't worry, he's not coming back tonight."
Assistant: "President Qin just said he was only going up to eat a bowl of noodles, and then he would come back and head to the company to continue working."
Driver: "I see, President Qin is about to start slapping his own face."
Assistant: "Impossible. Who would slap their own face for no reason?"
Driver: "Me."
Every time before he and his wife did the deed, he would tell her they would only do it once. Not long after the first time ended, he would press her down again and tell her just one more time, really just this once, no lie. And after the second time ended, he would press her down again and begin a passionate third round.
The assistant gave the driver a sidelong glance: "You are you, and President Qin is President Qin. Can you compare yourself to President Qin? You can't control yourself, but President Qin can."
"President Qin has his own plans and always executes them strictly. In his heart, nothing is more important than work. Could he really stay out all night?"
Driver: "Why is it impossible?"
A phone rang. The assistant pressed the answer button. On the other end, Qin Yuhe spoke and then hung up.
Driver: "Did President Qin say he isn't coming back tonight?"
Assistant: "No, he asked me to bring the red wine from the car up to him."
The driver smiled slightly: "You think he can still come back after drinking red wine?"
Assistant: "Why couldn't he? How much time does drinking a glass of red wine take? He'll finish it in a minute, and then he'll come down."
Driver: "Have you never been in a relationship?"
Assistant: "No. I prioritize my career. I'm not interested in dating; romance isn't as sweet as a career."
Driver: "Then let's make another bet. I bet President Qin won't come back tonight."
Assistant: "I bet he does come back, because according to his schedule, he still has work to do tonight."
Driver: "Betting ten thousand."
Assistant: "You're on. Who's afraid of who."
.........
On the sixth floor, Song Xinya heard a knock on the door.
She opened the door and took the red wine from the assistant's hands.
The assistant didn't leave. He peered into the room and saw Qin Yuhe sitting on a three-legged chair.
A dilapidated house, peeling walls, a chair missing a leg, and in this sweltering weather, only an old fan rattling away. This was absolutely the most rundown place President Qin had ever been to.
He himself couldn't stand staying here; could President Qin endure it?
Assistant: "President Qin, how much longer until you head back?"
Qin Yuhe: "I'm not going back tonight."
The assistant felt as if he had been struck by lightning!
The door closed, shutting out the absolute shock on the assistant's face.
Song Xinya walked back into the room. Coming toward her was Song Tingye, who had just finished washing the dishes.
"Sis, it's the middle of the night. Why are you holding a bottle of red wine?"
He walked over, glanced at the English words on the wine bottle, and instantly recognized it: "A 250,000-dollar bottle of Romanee-Conti!"
"Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars times seven is 1.75 million RMB. Oh my god, this wine is so expensive!"
Song Xinya suddenly felt the bottle grow heavy in her hands, as if she were holding an entire house in her arms.
No, this little rundown house she lived in wasn't even worth 1.75 million.
Song Tingye snatched the wine into his own hands, looking at it as a rare treasure: "I've never drunk such expensive red wine before. I absolutely have to taste it today."
Song Xinya: "..."
Qin Yuhe: "..."
Song Xinya: "Minors aren't allowed to drink."
Song Tingye: "The law doesn't state that."
Song Xinya: "Your school has rules."
Song Tingye: "I'm not at school right now."
With a pop, he pulled out the wine cork.
The rich aroma of red wine surged out, mingling with the sweet richness of black cherries and the slight spice of cinnamon. The lingering scent was soft and warm, bringing a perfectly balanced sense of languor as it wafted past the nose.
Song Tingye took a deep breath: "Smells so good! I haven't even tasted it yet, and I already feel like it's going to be delicious!"
To quickly send the brat away, Song Xinya poured just a tiny drop for Song Tingye.
Song Tingye stared at the tiny sip of red wine that couldn't even cover the bottom of the glass: "Sis, are you brushing off a beggar?"
Song Xinya: "Drink it if you want. If not, get lost and go do your practice papers."
Song Tingye: "Fine."
He raised his hand and downed the tiny bit of red wine in the glass, smacked his lips, and said: "Right now, I'm just like Pigsy eating the ginseng fruit. Before I could even taste anything, it was already in my stomach."
"Still, I'm worse off than Pigsy. At least Pigsy got to eat a whole ginseng fruit. I only had a teeny-tiny sip of red wine."
"Well, at least you got to taste it," Song Tingye waved at Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe, turning toward his bedroom. "I am someone aiming for Tsinghua or Peking University. I'm not chatting with you guys anymore; I'm going to do my practice papers."
With only Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe left in the living room, the atmosphere suddenly grew thick and intimate.
Qin Yuhe began to unbutton his shirt. The way his fingertips brushed against his collar was slow and deliberate, carrying a touch of lazy sexiness.
The open collar revealed his cool, pale, and flawless skin, along with the sharp, clean lines of his collarbones.
He looked at her and asked, "Miss Song, would you like to drink the red wine first, or take a shower first?"
Song Xinya wasn't sure if he was subtly inviting her to shower together.
Just thinking about that scene made her incredibly bashful, her face and neck flushing completely red.
Having their first time in the water...
That would be way too intense.
She might not be able to handle it...
