Song Xinya was barely clinging to life.
She was drenched in sweat, as if she had just been pulled from a body of water.
Dizzy and limp, she lay there with a lingering flush on her cheeks.
Her long, thick eyelashes drooped heavily; she couldn't open her eyes at all.
This was just too exhausting.
Why was it so tiring?
It was even more exhausting than going to work!
Actually, she hadn't done much; Qin Yuhe had been the one doing all the moving.
She had merely cooperated with him. Whatever he wanted, she followed his lead, letting him mold her into whatever position he desired.
Throughout the process, she had passively endured him.
No matter how fierce he got, she simply softened her body to accommodate and accept him.
Well, it wasn't exactly that she did nothing.
From eleven at night to nine in the morning—ten whole hours—she had obediently cooperated, letting him shape and mold her, allowing him to ride fiercely.
Ten hours!
A regular nine-to-five office worker only worked eight hours!
Capitalists truly were bloodsuckers.
And Qin Yuhe was the absolute pinnacle of bloodsuckers; he had practically drained her dry!
Lying half-conscious on the bed, Song Xinya still managed to ask, Did you have your fun?
Qin Yuhe replied, I feel like I've only had half my fill.
She was practically tortured to death by him, and he was only half satisfied.
Sir, just how big is your appetite!
Song Xinya wanted to sit up and scratch his face.
But she had no strength.
Qin Yuhe hadn't had enough.
Not even close.
But seeing that she truly couldn't take any more, he didn't continue.
He scooped her up from the bed, letting her back rest against his chest, and fed her some water.
One glass wasn't enough; she drank a second.
Qin Yuhe wiped the water droplets from her lips.
The moment his fingers brushed against her lips, she let out a soft whimper, It hurts.
Qin Yuhe stared at her lips and examined them closely. The skin isn't broken.
Song Xinya replied, They're swollen.
Qin Yuhe thought to himself that he hadn't even used any force, so how could they be swollen?
She was truly delicate.
Exhausted beyond measure, Song Xinya's body went completely limp, sliding down his chest.
Qin Yuhe wrapped an arm around her waist. I'll carry you to the bathroom to wash up.
Song Xinya mumbled softly against her lips, I just want to sleep.
Qin Yuhe didn't say anything else. He glanced at the bedsheets next to them.
The bed was an absolute mess, with wrinkled layers and patches of damp, white sweat stains.
It was impossible to sleep in.
He grabbed both of their phones and carried her to the guest bedroom.
After a night of intense battle, Song Xinya couldn't even keep her eyes open. The moment her head hit the pillow, she fell fast asleep.
Qin Yuhe, however, didn't feel tired at all. He took the initiative to clean up the aftermath of their battlefield, using a damp towel to wipe down her body.
Then, he used a dry towel to dry her sweat-soaked hair.
His tall, muscular frame hovered over her as his fingers gently and carefully applied a soothing, pain-relieving ointment to her swollen areas.
After finishing all this, he went to the bathroom to take a shower, then lifted the covers and lay down beside her.
The soundly sleeping woman suddenly murmured, I haven't asked for time off yet.
She had originally planned to tell Zhao Yinian about taking time off after making tomato beef noodles for him.
But because Qin Yuhe had impatiently dragged her into the bedroom, tossed her onto the bed, and kissed her until she was dizzy, she had been swept into a surging whirlpool of deep desire. Caught up in the pleasure, she had completely forgotten about asking for leave.
Now suddenly remembering, Song Xinya kept her eyes closed but struggled to sit up, reaching her arm out to grope around the nightstand for her phone.
Qin Yuhe caught her hand, tucked her arm back under the covers, and let her continue sleeping.
Be good, I'll ask for you.
He picked up her phone, pressed her thumb against the screen, and unlocked it.
This was his first time looking at her phone.
He tapped into her WeChat and saw her only pinned contact—
Song Tingye.
Qin Yuhe's gaze paused for a moment, staring darkly at the name Song Tingye.
Blinking heavily, he shifted his gaze downward.
He tapped the contacts tab at the bottom, typed Zhao Yinian's name into the search bar, and clicked on her profile.
He sent a single message: [Taking two days off]
Meanwhile, on the 8th floor of the Qin Group headquarters.
Zhao Yinian stood in the middle of the office, looking around until her eyes locked onto the empty desk next to Chen Siyan.
With her hands on her hips, she looked aggressive and ready to pick a fight.
Where is Song Xinya?!
Zhao Yinian's family background was thousands of miles away from the upper-class circles of the capital; she couldn't even touch the fringes of high society.
Naturally, she hadn't received an invitation to the banquet held by the Qin family yesterday.
Because of this, she had no idea that Song Xinya was actually Qin Yuhe's wife.
Seeing Song Xinya's empty desk, Zhao Yinian's eyes immediately gleamed with the treacherous light of someone who had finally caught another person slipping up.
It's past nine o'clock, and Song Xinya still isn't here!
Before this, Song Xinya had never been late. In fact, she arrived early and left late every day, often staying behind to work overtime long after everyone else had gone home.
She had only been at the company for a few days, yet she had already managed to secure a client that no one else in the entire company could handle, signing a major deal with the Qin family's little princess, Qin Yuyan.
Zhao Yinian had constantly tried to find ways to make things difficult for Song Xinya, but she had never found an opportunity.
Today, she had finally caught her in the act.
Zhao Yinian's eyes sparkled with excitement and impatience. Since Song Xinya was late without giving prior notice, she had to report this to Qin Yuhe immediately.
President Qin had always been rigorous and meticulous in his work. He valued discipline and efficiency, and he despised employees who ignored company rules.
If she told President Qin about Song Xinya's unexcused tardiness, his impression of Song Xinya would definitely plummet, and he might even reprimand her.
Previously, Zhao Yinian had kicked Song Xinya out of the work group chat, but Qin Yuhe had unexpectedly appeared in the chat and personally added Song Xinya back.
That incident had been a direct slap to Zhao Yinian's face.
Because her pride had been wounded, Zhao Yinian had harbored a grudge against Song Xinya ever since.
She had worked at the Qin Group for eight years and had never seen Qin Yuhe give any woman a second glance.
He was always cold and aloof toward women.
Zhao Yinian had always believed that Qin Yuhe was simply a cold-hearted person.
But when he suddenly appeared in the group chat to defend Song Xinya in front of all the employees, it took Zhao Yinian by complete surprise.
It also broke her heart.
It turned out that Qin Yuhe could be so gentle and considerate toward a woman.
Having finally caught Song Xinya making a mistake today, Zhao Yinian couldn't wait to complain to Qin Yuhe, eager to stir up trouble, sow discord, and talk behind her back.
She didn't choose to blatantly badmouth Song Xinya. Instead, she drafted a highly manipulative, faux-innocent message:
[President Qin, it's nine-thirty today and Song Xinya still hasn't come to work. Moreover, she didn't ask me for time off beforehand. Such unexcused absenteeism is extremely rare in our company. Could something have happened to her? If she's in trouble, I'd be more than happy to lend a hand. Since we're both girls, it's more convenient for me to help her.]
Zhao Yinian looked over the paragraph, feeling extremely satisfied, and smilingly hit the send button.
A moment later, Qin Yuhe's reply came through: [Zhao Yinian, what exactly does your family do for a living?]
Zhao Yinian stared at the message, stunned for a moment, and then her smile grew even wider. This was the first time President Qin had ever asked about her family background. President Qin was making small talk with her, trying to get to know her better!
She was so thrilled that her hands trembled as she immediately typed a reply: [President Qin, my family is in the food trade business.]
Qin Yuhe: [I thought your ancestors ran a tea estate. Otherwise, why would you reek of expired Longjing tea?]
Zhao Yinian's heart stopped racing, her hands stopped trembling, and she petrified into a literal ice sculpture.
[President Qin, what do you mean by this?]
Qin Yuhe: [I'm saying you reek so heavily of being a fake 'green tea' that boiling water isn't enough to steep you. You'd need a soak in sulfuric acid to do the trick.]
Zhao Yinian's heart was completely shattered.
She didn't dare chat with Qin Yuhe any further and quickly backed out of the conversation window.
Just then, she saw a message pop up from Song Xinya's account: [Taking two days off.]
Zhao Yinian had a belly full of anger with nowhere to vent it. She jabbed her fingers forcefully onto the screen, as if trying to smash her phone to pieces.
This Song Xinya, taking time off just because she felt like it! Did she think she owned the company? Who did she think she was? Did she really consider herself the young madam of the Qin family?!
Zhao Yinian deliberately tried to make things difficult for her and replied: [I do not approve your leave. The company has a lot of matters to deal with right now. You have ten minutes to get your butt to the office, or you can kiss your bonus for this month goodbye!]
A message came back from Song Xinya's account: [This is Qin Yuhe.]
Zhao Yinian's vision went black.
P-President Qin!
Qin Yuhe: [Can Song Xinya take her leave now?]
Zhao Yinian's hands shook like leaves in the wind: [Yes.]
Qin Yuhe: [Can Song Xinya still get her bonus this month?]
The phone in Zhao Yinian's hand smacked onto the floor. She picked it up and typed on the completely shattered screen: [Yes.]
Qin Yuhe: [Song Xinya is currently sleeping in my arms. Do you have a problem with that?]
