Qin Yuhe didn't seem anxious about pregnancy at all. He teased her casually, "Do you want my child that much?"
Song Xinya blushed.
She was sharp-tongued too, and she quickly retorted, "Of course I do. After all, your seed is so valuable. If I get pregnant, my child will inherit your billions."
Qin Yuhe replied, "I'm still alive, and you're already eyeing my inheritance. You really are my good wife."
Song Xinya said, "Of course, the absolute most devoted kind."
Qin Yuhe chuckled, rolling over and pinning her beneath him. His tall, lean body held her firmly in place.
Song Xinya's heart raced like a deer. "What... are you doing?"
"Didn't you say you wanted my child?" Qin Yuhe said, his words turning dirty. "Let me plant the seed."
Song Xinya flushed red.
"Even the most fertile land can't be farmed constantly. Continuous farming leads to a loss of fertility, imbalance, and barren soil, making it impossible to farm effectively. Therefore, the land needs to lie fallow from time to time."
Qin Yuhe said, "You sure have a fast-talking little mouth."
Song Xinya replied, "A lecturer who can't talk isn't a good lecturer, and a husband who doesn't let the land rest isn't a good husband."
With that flattery, Qin Yuhe had no choice but to let the land rest.
Before releasing her, he pinched the soft flesh of her waist hard.
The pain, mixed with a tingling itch, elicited a soft cry from Song Xinya.
Regaining her freedom, Song Xinya didn't dare lie in bed any longer and sat up.
Only then did she notice they were sleeping in the guest bedroom.
There were none of her usual clothes in this room.
Qin Yuhe was still lying in bed, trying to calm his desires.
The soft silk blanket slipped off his lean body, leaving him exposed.
Song Xinya rolled the blanket around herself and ran toward the door.
When she reached the door, she turned back, glanced at his waist and abdomen, and blushed.
Returning to the master bedroom, Song Xinya saw the bed was neat and tidy; the sheets had already been changed.
Remembering their all-night madness from the night before last, Song Xinya's heart pounded.
Qin Yuhe's stamina was truly monstrous.
He was simply a devil.
Normally, he was gentle, handsome, and abstinent.
In bed, he was domineering, wild, and insatiable.
The contrast was truly too great.
Song Xinya covered her face with her hands and rubbed her burning cheeks.
After changing clothes, she took a set of clothes for Qin Yuhe from the closet.
Turning around, she ran right into Qin Yuhe.
"Mr... Qin, I was just about to bring you your clothes."
Qin Yuhe said, "No need. Thanks to you, I came over wearing a bedsheet."
"..." Song Xinya laughed dryly, putting down the clothes in her hands. "You should get dressed."
She quickly walked to the bathroom.
After washing up and coming out, she saw Qin Yuhe sitting on a chair by the table, looking down at his phone. His handsome face was serious; he was probably handling work.
Her phone had already been brought over from the guest room by him and placed on the nightstand.
Song Xinya sat on the edge of the bed, picked up her phone, and opened WeChat to see if there were any new messages in her work group.
A pinned chat caught her eye, and she let out a sound of surprise.
When did she pin Qin Yuhe to the top?
Did she tap it when she was groggy and not thinking straight?
Song Xinya looked up at Qin Yuhe. Or did he pin himself?
Looking at his cool, aloof expression, he didn't seem like the type to care about such things.
He had so many important things to deal with; he probably wouldn't bother with such a trivial matter.
Song Xinya thought maybe her hand had slipped when she was in a daze.
As she lowered her head, Qin Yuhe's voice reached her ears. "I pinned it."
Song Xinya snapped her head up to look at him. "Why did you do that?"
Qin Yuhe walked over, the mattress sinking as he sat beside her, his body heat radiating toward her.
He held his phone screen up to her eyes. "My pinned contact on WeChat is you."
Song Xinya understood. He wanted her to return the favor. Since he pinned her, she should pin him too.
It wasn't a big deal worth arguing over. If he wanted her to do it, she would just leave him pinned.
Song Xinya said, "I'll keep you pinned forever."
The corners of Qin Yuhe's mouth lifted. "Mm."
WeChat allows you to pin several people at once. Song Xinya found Song Tingye's chat, tapped into it, and moved her finger to pin the chat.
Qin Yuhe's gaze swept over, and he said, "I only pinned you."
Song Xinya's movement paused.
She pulled her finger back and didn't pin Song Tingye.
The smile on Qin Yuhe's lips grew wider.
He patted her head. "You must be hungry. Let's go have brunch."
Song Xinya checked her watch. It was twelve o'clock, right on time for brunch.
...
On the first floor, Song Tingye and Qin Yuyan were sitting on the sofa, wrapping bandages around their knees.
Song Tingye said, "Wrap it a few more times. It'll make the injury look serious and more pitiful."
Qin Yuyan said, "You wrap yours more too."
Song Tingye replied, "I have thick skin. I need to wrap it less than you so it looks more believable."
After finishing the bandages, Song Tingye grabbed a bottle of red ink and dropped a few drops onto Qin Yuyan's bandage.
"Fake bloodstains."
Qin Yuyan clapped her hands in praise. "Wow, you're so smart."
Song Tingye said, "Hang out with Brother Ye, and you'll always be taken care of."
Qin Yuyan said, "Gold always shines. From now on, we're besties."
Song Tingye smiled. "Alright, we're tight from now on."
He finished faking her bloodstains and flicked a few drops onto his own knees.
Footsteps came from the second floor.
Song Tingye hurriedly stuffed the red ink into a drawer, sat on the sofa, and put on an act, crying out, "Ouch, it hurts so much."
Qin Yuyan followed his lead and also cried out, "Ouch, it hurts so much."
Song Xinya came downstairs and saw the two sprawling messily on the sofa.
Seeing Song Xinya, Qin Yuyan was delighted and instinctively tried to stand up from the sofa to run toward her.
Song Tingye coughed. "Ahem."
Qin Yuyan slumped back onto the sofa. "Ouch, it hurts so much."
She waved her little hand at Song Xinya. "Sister-in-law, come look at me."
Song Xinya walked over to her. "Babe, what happened to you?"
Qin Yuyan said, "My brother punished me by making me kneel on durians yesterday."
Song Xinya turned to look at Qin Yuhe, her eyes full of questions.
Qin Yuhe said, "Ask them what great deeds they've done."
Song Xinya looked at Song Tingye. "What kind of trouble did you stir up this time?"
Song Tingye said, "Nothing, nothing. A true hero doesn't boast of past glory. It's in the past, let's not talk about it."
Song Xinya said, "Seems like you stirred up quite a mess."
Song Tingye didn't dare to make a sound.
Qin Yuhe said, "Last night, the two of them were peeping at people kissing."
Song Xinya's eyes widened. "Really?"
Song Tingye and Qin Yuyan lowered their heads deeply.
Song Xinya put her hands on her hips.
If they dared to peep at people kissing today, they might do the kissing themselves tomorrow, and the day after that, they might end up in bed together.
How could this be allowed!
At this time, a maid walked over. "Mr. Qin, Mrs. Qin, the food is ready."
Song Tingye: "Sister, brother-in-law, it's time to eat. You guys haven't had your meal yet, so hurry up and get some food. It won't taste good once it gets cold. Let's hurry up and go eat."
Song Xinya: "You still have the nerve to think about eating after doing something so shameless? Go eat shit!"
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I caught a severe cold today, so I am only updating two chapters for now. I will do a mass release later to make up for the missing chapter. Thank you for your understanding!
