Zhao Yinian's heart ached in spasms. Fighting back tears, she typed out three words: [No objection]
Qin Yuhe placed his phone back on the nightstand and slipped his arm under the covers.
His arm held Song Xinya's slender figure firmly in his embrace.
The woman's body was incredibly soft, a softness accompanied by warmth and flexibility.
To the touch, it felt damn good!
Qin Yuhe looked down at the woman in his arms. Seeing her eyes closed, he figured she must be asleep.
His large hand grew brazen, wandering over her thighs and hips.
"Don't..." A soft, weak voice drifted up from his chest. She wriggled her body, trying to avoid his restless, burning hand.
"Mr. Qin, let's sleep."
With a hint of awkwardness, Qin Yuhe withdrew his hand. "Yeah, I was just about to sleep."
He asked, "How come you're not asleep yet?"
Song Xinya was still worrying: "Did my leave of absence get approved?"
Qin Yuhe smiled breezily. "There is nothing in this world that I cannot get done."
Soft and charming, Song Xinya nestled into his embrace. Her perky nose rubbed against his chest, the corners of her lips curling into a smile.
With her leave approved, her worries were settled, and she quickly drifted off to sleep.
Asleep in seconds.
Qin Yuhe reached out to turn off the lamp, but his hand took a detour, picking up the phone from the nightstand once again.
He unlocked her phone and opened WeChat again.
His dark eyes stared deeply at her only pinned contact—Song Tingye.
He tapped on it and unpinned him.
Then, he pinned his own WeChat.
He became her only pinned contact.
Seeing his own WeChat hanging high above everyone else's, Qin Yuhe smiled in satisfaction.
Delighted, he put the phone back.
In a great mood, he pulled Song Xinya tightly into his arms.
Holding this warm, soft beauty in his arms, the woman's sweet and faint fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose—warm, shallow, and soft.
Listening to the soft, continuous sound of her breathing, Qin Yuhe's sleep switch was flipped, and he easily fell into a deep slumber.
Having stayed up all night, the two of them slept through the entire day.
At seven in the evening, Qin Yuhe woke up.
After a night of release, he had slept incredibly well. Upon waking, he felt bright and refreshed.
Song Xinya was still asleep. Her slightly red and swollen lips were parted, her breaths long and steady, giving off the feeling of someone exhausted to the extreme who desperately needed to catch up on sleep.
Qin Yuhe prepared to get up. Knowing she wouldn't be waking up anytime soon, he left her resting in bed.
After washing up, he was about to leave the bedroom but turned back and walked over to the double bed.
Bending his tall frame, Qin Yuhe sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at the person on it.
His gaze was like spider silk, sticky and lingering, tracing the contours of her face inch by inch.
From her delicate eyebrows and thick, curly eyelashes, to her exquisite nose and rosy, tempting lips.
He leaned in close and kissed her lips.
It was gentle, a fleeting touch, completely devoid of lust.
He just wanted to kiss her, so he did.
Lifting his thin, dark red lips from her plump ones, Qin Yuhe reached out and lightly flicked her nose, then stood up and walked out of the bedroom.
...
On the first floor, Song Tingye was sitting down for dinner, eating hotpot all by himself.
Spread out before him were sixty plates of top-tier M12 Wagyu beef, airlifted from Australia.
Every slice of beef was a perfect blend of red and white, with fat evenly distributed throughout the muscle fibers, boasting a beautiful marble-like texture.
When eaten, this kind of beef was tender and juicy, its firm texture carrying a rich, buttery aroma.
The hotpot bubbled and steamed, sending up clouds of appetizing smoke.
The entire hall was filled with the spicy, savory scent of beef tallow hotpot.
Just as Song Tingye was swishing a slice of Wagyu beef in the pot with his chopsticks, he looked up through the curling smoke and saw Qin Yuhe slowly walking down the stairs.
"Brother-in-law, you're up."
Qin Yuhe gave an "Mm" and walked over.
Looking at Qin Yuhe up close, Song Tingye felt his brother-in-law seemed a little different today.
He couldn't quite put his finger on exactly what was different.
He asked, "Brother-in-law, where's my sister? Is she still sleeping?"
Qin Yuhe: "She hasn't woken up yet."
Song Tingye: "I knew it. Every time you're home, my sister gets incredibly sleepy."
His clear eyes were filled with confusion as he asked, "Why is that?"
Naturally, Qin Yuhe didn't answer him.
He picked up a bottle of sparkling water and motioned toward the spicy hotpot. "Your beef is going to overcook."
"Don't get tough on me, I like it tender," Song Tingye hurriedly reached his chopsticks into the pot to fish it out.
After scooping all the beef into his bowl, Song Tingye asked, "Brother-in-law, come eat hotpot with me. Eating hotpot alone is so lonely. Sitting here all by myself, I almost lose my appetite."
Qin Yuhe glanced at the tall stack of empty plates next to him. "Were those twenty plates of beef fed to a dog?"
Song Tingye: "Woof woof."
Qin Yuhe rejected Song Tingye's invitation to join him and turned to walk away. "I don't like spicy food."
Song Tingye: "My sister loves spicy food. She used to say that food is the most important thing in life, and it's crucial for a couple to be able to enjoy meals together. She insisted on finding a husband who could eat spicy food with her."
Qin Yuhe turned back around. "It's not like I can't eat spicy food."
Song Tingye: "Brother-in-law, if you don't like it, don't force yourself."
Qin Yuhe picked up a pair of chopsticks, grabbed a slice of Wagyu beef, and dipped it into the spicy broth. "I'm not forcing myself."
The beef was pulled from the pot, the thin slice soaked in spicy broth and coated with crushed chili flakes.
Qin Yuhe took one look, closed his eyes, and put it in his mouth.
The spicy flavor shot straight to the top of his skull.
Qin Yuhe felt like his cranium was going to flip open.
A fine layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, but he forced a calm expression and asked Song Tingye, "Eating something this spicy, have you considered how you'll feel tomorrow?"
Song Tingye: "Hotpot today brings instant joy, but tomorrow the toilet becomes a crematorium. Your butt turns into a volcano, and you can't stop running to the bathroom."
"Even icing your rear end can't stop that burning, stinging pain."
Qin Yuhe: "Then why do you still eat it?"
Song Tingye: "Let my mouth enjoy it first, worry about the rest later."
Qin Yuhe stared at the bright red broth floating with chili peppers. Gritting his teeth, he ate the spicy hotpot while chugging ice water.
He braced himself and managed to finish an entire plate of Wagyu beef.
His lips were trembling slightly from the spice.
He picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth with elegant poise. "I'm full."
Song Tingye: "Brother-in-law, you haven't eaten all day. How come you ate so little?"
Qin Yuhe: "I have a small appetite."
Placing the napkin on the table, Qin Yuhe stood up and said to Song Tingye, "Remember to tell your sister that I love spicy food."
Song Tingye wanted to say, You didn't seem to like it very much.
Qin Yuhe: "I'm planning to gift you an entire wall's worth of limited-edition Ultraman action figures."
Song Tingye: "The moment my sister wakes up, the first thing I'll tell her is that you absolutely love spicy food."
Qin Yuhe: "You learn quickly."
A servant ran over to report: "Mr. Qin, we have a guest."
Qin Yuhe could roughly guess who had arrived. Unhurried, he stood there casually with one hand tucked in his pocket, taking slow, deliberate sips of his sparkling water.
Heavy, crisp footsteps approached and came to a halt at the living room entrance.
Qin Yuhe lifted his eyes and looked over. It really is you.
Fu Xiaochen walked in. I will get straight to the point. I am here for the car today, the Bugatti La Voiture Noire, the Goddess of the Night.
Qin Yuhe had never been a stingy man. Besides, the kissing techniques Fu Xiaochen had taught him yesterday had proven to be incredibly effective.
He could feel it; when he used those techniques to kiss Song Xinya, she absolutely loved it. She had even trembled with pleasure.
A beautiful woman's happiness was worth its weight in gold.
It is just a car. It is yours, Qin Yuhe said.
He headed toward the study to grab the keys.
Fu Xiaochen followed him into the study.
As Qin Yuhe opened the cabinet door to fetch the car keys, Fu Xiaochen's gaze swept over him a few times before he let out a meaningful chuckle.
What is it? Qin Yuhe asked.
Fu Xiaochen replied, It is written all over your face: I had fantastic sex last night.
As expected of a veteran player, you can even tell that, Qin Yuhe retorted.
The words 'in high spirits' are practically overflowing from your eyes, Fu Xiaochen said.
Qin Yuhe scrutinized his face. You, on the other hand, look pretty ordinary. Could it be that you are getting old and losing your touch, so you had a particularly miserable time last night?
Would it kill you to go one day without insulting me? Fu Xiaochen snapped.
I would die of suffocation holding it in, Qin Yuhe replied.
I get a headache just looking at you, Fu Xiaochen said.
Just amputate everything below the neck and you will be fine, Qin Yuhe shot back.
Fu Xiaochen glared at him, snatched the car keys from his hand, and turned to walk out.
Song Tingye, who was still busy swishing beef slices in his hot pot, chimed in, Brother-in-law, were you guys just talking about the Bugatti La Voiture Noire?
Thinking he had met a fellow car enthusiast, Fu Xiaochen asked, You know about this car?
My sister absolutely loves this car, Song Tingye said. She says it is her dream car.
Suddenly, Fu Xiaochen felt a chill in his hand as the car keys were snatched back by Qin Yuhe.
I am not giving this car to you anymore, Qin Yuhe declared. I am going to give it to my wife.
