Song Xinya could hardly keep up with Qin Yuhe's driving speed.
Nor could she keep up with his train of thought.
Just a moment ago, the two of them were at odds, but the next second, he had her pinned beneath him.
In the enclosed cabin of the car, on the narrow seat, his tall, lean body squeezed between her legs.
Her body was folded up.
The car sped along the highway, streetlights flashing past the windows. The alternating light and dark streamed in, casting mottled shadows across his handsome face. His already striking features looked even more chiseled and captivating.
His scent washed over her, full of aggression.
His high body temperature scorched her, making her dizzy.
Song Xinya's back was pressed tightly against the seat; she had nowhere to retreat.
Just a moment ago, he had worn a cold expression, like a snow lotus on an iceberg. How did he suddenly unleash his inner beast?
The contrast was so drastic that Song Xinya, an avid novel reader, almost suspected he had been possessed by another soul.
She asked in a daze, "Mr. Qin, do you know what you are doing?"
Qin Yuhe reached out to take off her clothes and said, "I'm trying to make you happy."
Song Xinya: "...You're just trying to make yourself happy!"
Qin Yuhe lifted his eyes to look at her: "You're not happy?"
Song Xinya was 1.7 meters tall. Her long legs were spread open, folded up on the seat. His knees pressed against her inner thighs with considerable force, rubbing them until they hurt.
"It hurts."
Qin Yuhe: "I haven't even started yet, what are you hurting for."
Once he started, it would hurt even more.
Song Xinya pounded his chest with her hands: "Who coaxes someone like this? Is this how you make a girl happy, oh my god!"
Simply unbelievable, she really had to hand it to this sneaky guy.
Qin Yuhe's hand, which was taking off her clothes, paused: "This isn't coaxing?"
Song Xinya: "This is infuriating."
Qin Yuhe thought for a moment; the method his cousin taught him wasn't working.
Song Xinya reached out, pushed his knees off the seat, and brought her legs together.
Pressed tightly together.
Qin Yuhe rolled over to sit on the adjacent seat and sent a message to Fu Xiaochen: [What kind of terrible idea did you give me? It doesn't work.]
Fu Xiaochen: [Didn't manage to coax your wife?]
Qin Yuhe: [No]
Fu Xiaochen: [If one round doesn't work, then go for two.]
Qin Yuhe stared at the screen, tapping his temple with his finger, thinking seriously as he tried to figure out if his cousin's idea would actually work.
Another message from Fu Xiaochen came through: [Bro, I just checked the time. From when you left until now, it's been less than ten minutes. You're way too fast. The woman hasn't even gotten into the mood yet, and you're already done. If I were a woman, I wouldn't be happy either.]
Qin Yuhe gritted his teeth: [You're the one who only lasts ten minutes!]
Fu Xiaochen looked at this sentence and smiled, his face saying "I understand." His cousin had been hit right where it hurts and was lashing out from embarrassment.
...
The Rolls-Royce arrived at the Forbidden Mansion.
Song Xinya walked into the hall and looked around: "Xiaoye hasn't come back yet?"
She was a little worried. Song Xuanli, Li Cuirou, and Zhang Yingying were at the banquet today. Since those three didn't get any benefits from her, they would likely target Song Tingye.
Song Xinya anxiously picked up her phone to call Song Tingye.
"Sis!" The young man's voice, crisp as crushed ice striking jade, came from the main entrance: "I'm back."
Song Xinya turned her head and saw Song Tingye. He was wearing a custom-made suit. His usually soft hair that hung over his forehead was combed into an exquisite side part. His handsome and pretty face was full of youthful vigor and high spirits.
A perfectly intact, healthy, and unharmed Song Tingye.
Song Tingye: "Sis, you don't need to worry about me. Today, brother-in-law sent a retired special forces security guard to watch over me the whole time. Nothing will happen to me."
A wave of warmth spread from the bottom of her heart. Song Xinya looked at Qin Yuhe, her eyes brimming with emotion.
Qin Yuhe placed his palm on her shoulder, gently pulling her into his embrace: "I will help you protect the people you care about."
Song Xinya's heart was deeply moved by his gentle thoughtfulness.
She squeezed his hand.
Song Xinya looked at Song Tingye and asked with concern: "Did Song Xuanli look for you?"
Song Tingye: "He did."
It was exactly as Song Xinya expected.
"What did he say to you?"
Song Tingye: "He said he hasn't seen me in a long time and missed me a lot."
Song Xinya: "How did you reply to him?"
Song Tingye: "I told him to screw off with his fake nonsense and to quickly put away his hypocritical face. I didn't believe a single word he said."
Song Xinya: "Did Song Xuanli scold you?"
Song Tingye: "He did. He cursed me for being rebellious and unfilial, and even reached out to slap my face."
Song Xinya: "How did you react?"
Song Tingye: "Of course I blocked it. Do you think I'd just stand there like an idiot and let him hit me?"
Song Xinya gave a soft "Hmm."
Song Tingye: "I realized that growing up is great. When I was young, I was too weak. Song Xuanli could scold me or hit me whenever he wanted, and I had no power to fight back. I was completely his punching bag."
"It's different now. I'm taller than him and stronger than him. If he tries to lay another finger on me, I'll slap his head right off!"
Song Xinya: "It's good that you're fine. It's getting late, hurry back to your room and rest."
Song Tingye: "Alright. I ate a bunch of delicious food at the banquet today. I'm full, so it's the perfect time to sleep."
He left and went into his room.
Qin Yuhe wrapped his arm around Song Xinya's shoulders: "Shall we go upstairs?"
Song Xinya pulled his hand: "You haven't eaten dinner tonight."
At the banquet, he had been busy blocking drinks for her and hadn't had the chance to eat.
She had been keeping this in mind.
Qin Yuhe: "I'll have the servants make something simple for me."
Song Xinya: "I'll cook for you."
He had done so much for her; she wanted to do something for him too.
Husband and wife should partner up to face the world together, rather than closing the door and making things difficult for each other.
Caring is mutual.
Although she couldn't do any earth-shattering deeds for him, she could start with the small, everyday things in life and do whatever was within her power.
Things might be big or small, but care knows no bounds.
Song Xinya: "Mr. Qin, I'll make you some noodles."
Qin Yuhe: "Alright, I'll eat your noodles."
Song Xinya shot him a shy glance, unsure if he had intended the double entendre.
