Qin Yuhe had never felt that the night was so long.
He was a healthy, newly married adult man, with his wife lying right beside him.
She was wearing only a thin, silk nightgown.
The two of them were lying very close to each other.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Qin Yuhe felt that the scent of her body was especially fragrant today.
The woman's scent was lingering and warm, like scorching sparks crashing into his body one by one, roasting the desire surging in his blood until it burned fiercer and fiercer.
He could hear her breathing, soft and slow, steady and peaceful.
She was asleep.
Clearly, he was the only one kept awake by burning desire.
When he first got under the covers, she was still awake.
Less than five minutes after he got into bed, she fell asleep.
He was lying right beside her, and she didn't have a single thought about it.
This definitely wasn't because he lacked masculine charm.
Qin Yuhe came to a conclusion: his wife was a bit frigid.
This was a problem.
Because he knew himself very well; he knew perfectly well that his desires were strong and his cravings were deep.
Their needs were not on the same frequency. His wife, with her delicate and soft little body, couldn't satisfy him.
Every time they did it once, she needed to rest for three to five days.
He remembered what his cousin Fu Xiaochen had once said—
Every day, at least, four times a day.
Fu Xiaochen and Gu Qingcheng, every day, at least, four times a day.
He and his wife: do it for one day, rest for five.
Face the problem, solve the problem.
Qin Yuhe seriously pondered how to solve the problem of their infrequent marital intimacy.
The night unfolded in layers, all was silent, the chirping of insects faded away, and in the soundless void, the night grew deeper.
Wisps of fragrance drifted over from beside him, slightly intoxicating, sweet and soft, hiding an alluring charm within its gentleness, continuously seeping into his body.
The man's blood was roasted to a boiling point.
Qin Yuhe thought that perhaps it was because he was truly hungry today that he was so extremely sensitive to his wife's scent.
He stayed up half the night, unable to fall asleep.
...
The next day, after Song Xinya woke up, she lifted the blanket and took a look.
The nightgown on her body was perfectly fine; it hadn't been pushed up or torn.
Actually, last night, she had wanted to do it with him.
After her shower last night, she had even deliberately sprayed on a perfume containing musk, meant to act as an aphrodisiac and set the mood.
To her surprise, Qin Yuhe had absolutely no reaction.
President Qin's self-control was truly too strong.
It seemed this kind of aphrodisiac perfume was completely useless on President Qin.
When she bought it on Taobao, the seller had claimed it was extremely effective, able to keep a man standing tall for half the night without falling. Liars.
Unscrupulous merchants, selling fakes.
Song Xinya planned to report this seller in a bit.
She threw off the covers and got out of bed, noticing a lot of crumpled toilet paper thrown into the wastebasket against the wall.
Song Xinya thought for a moment. Did Qin Yuhe catch a cold?
In the first-floor dining room, Song Xinya sat opposite Qin Yuhe, her gaze sweeping over the area beneath his eyes. "Mr. Qin, did you not sleep well again last night?"
Qin Yuhe said, "I slept very well again."
Song Xinya took a bite of her beef bun, thinking to herself: His mouth is quite stubborn, stiffer than a five-thousand-year-old Egyptian mummy.
Qin Yuyan and Song Tingye walked over with weak footsteps, their breath as faint as a thread, their eyes radiating the light of starvation.
Song Xinya greeted the two children, "Good morning."
Qin Yuyan: "Not good. I spent the whole night thinking about men: Master Bao, Master Kong, Fat Brothers, Yang Guofu, Liu Wenxiang."
Song Tingye: "I also spent the whole night thinking about women: Auntie Hu, Wangpo Prawns, CHAGEE, Sister Xi's Fried Skewers, Auntie's Dumplings."
Song Xinya: "And I spent the whole night thinking about children: Wangzai, Shuangwaiwai, Yayale, Qoo, Johnson's Baby."
They all thought too much. Qin Yuhe was much simpler; he spent the whole night thinking about sleeping with his wife.
A servant walked over carrying a basin of steamed cornbread, handed one to Qin Yuyan, while Song Tingye reached in with both hands and grabbed one in each.
Qin Yuyan glanced at Qin Yuhe. Seeing him looking down at his food, she reached her pale, tender little hand into the basin, wanting to steal another one.
Qin Yuhe raised his eyes to look at her, his gaze sharp.
Qin Yuyan's little hand trembled, and she quickly tossed the cornbread she had grabbed back into the basin.
He even noticed that? Did he have eyes on the top of his head!
Qin Yuyan hung her head: "Noodles always break at their thinnest point, and fate always teases the greedy little cub."
Song Tingye chimed in: "Life is more than just the goji berries in front of you; there's also beer, skewers, and peanuts."
After each finishing one and a half pieces of cornbread, it felt as if they hadn't eaten at all. Their stomachs continued to rumble with hunger.
The servant placed a freshly made bacon sandwich in front of Qin Yuhe.
Qin Yuhe: "I don't have much of an appetite today."
Song Tingye's eyes lit up: "Brother-in-law, I'll eat it for you!"
Qin Yuhe: "Take it away."
Song Tingye stomped his feet in anger, pointing at Qin Yuhe: "The role I play in your life is too black sesame paste! Sometimes I feel like sweet and sour pork ribs, being looked down upon step by step and treated like cola chicken wings. Do you think I can't use sweet and sour pork and beef meatballs to deal with you, you Peking duck? I will never forgive you, you pan-fried pork bun!"
Song Tingye opened his arms to the sky: "God, please drop egg tarts to smash me! Ice cream snow, chocolate rain, cake roll clouds, milk rivers, biscuit houses, french fry branches, nut leaves, spicy konjac flower beds, noodle bicycles, jelly tires, cheese stick streetlights—smash me! Smash me! Smash them all on me! Ahhh!"
It was over; the child had gone mad from hunger!
...
After Song Xinya arrived at the company, she hadn't been working for long when she received a call from the nursing home.
"Hello, Miss Song, sorry to bother you, but it's time to pay your grandmother's hospitalization fees."
Song Xinya looked at the calendar. Time passed so quickly; it was already the day to pay her grandmother's fees again.
And there were still six days until her payday.
"Could I delay it for a few days? I'll get paid in six days, and I can pay it immediately then."
The person on the other end replied, "As soon as possible."
Song Xinya's current financial situation was that she had a luxury mansion to live in, luxury cars to drive, and jewelry worth over a hundred million to wear, but she had no cash on hand.
Qin Yuhe gave her two hundred thousand in pocket money every month, but it wasn't time for the transfer yet.
As a working adult, reaching out to ask others for money, even from one's own parents, felt embarrassing.
Zhao Yinian walked toward Song Xinya: "Come with me to meet a client this afternoon."
As a seasoned veteran in the workplace, Song Xinya knew that this client would definitely be difficult to deal with.
Because people would keep the easy clients for themselves; they would never introduce them to you.
As the saying goes, wealth is found in danger. High risk often means high reward.
A client who was difficult for others might not be impossible for her.
In the face of difficulties, just charge forward. As for whether it will be successful, you have to try, fight, and work hard before you know.
Song Xinya replied, "Okay."
Zhao Yinian turned around to walk to her office, and Song Xinya called out to stop her: "President Zhao, I would like to get an advance on this month's salary and bonus."
Zhao Yinian asked despite knowing the answer: "It will be issued in six days. Can't you just wait six more days?"
If Song Xinya could wait another six days, would she even need to ask for an advance?
Zhao Yinian naturally understood this logic; she was just deliberately making things difficult for Song Xinya.
Song Xinya stood up straight, her expression neither humble nor arrogant as she said, "If President Zhao is willing to advance my salary, it shows that President Zhao is a compassionate boss. If President Zhao is unwilling, I can understand that too. After all, not everyone knows how to be considerate of others."
Zhao Yinian was left speechless, especially since Song Xinya said this in front of all the employees in the lobby instead of in her office.
This was actually a form of pressure—an employee putting the boss on the spot.
This Song Xinya really had some nerve, setting her up like this.
What could she say? She could only reply, "Fine, I will give you an advance on your salary."
Song Xinya: "President Zhao, you truly are a compassionate boss."
Listening to these words, Zhao Yinian could not help but feel that Song Xinya was insulting her.
But she could hardly admit to being uncompassionate, so she could only turn her head and walk away.
Returning to her office, Zhao Yinian felt like she had been forced to swallow a bitter pill, and her mind began churning with malicious ideas.
She picked up the phone and called the group's finance department. "Excuse me, according to the group headquarters' regulations, if someone wants an advance on their salary and bonus, can it be approved?"
Group Finance Department: "It is approved for regular employees, but not for employees on probation."
Zhao Yinian smiled and replied, "Understood. Our company has a probationary employee who wants an advance on her salary and bonus, so I called to check with headquarters."
Group Finance Department: "Your company's employee management and finances are independent. Whether to approve it or not is up to your company; you don't need to follow the group's regulations."
This meant that whether or not to approve the employee's request was entirely up to Zhao Yinian as the general manager of the company.
Zhao Yinian turned to Song Xinya and said, "The group headquarters has a regulation that probationary employees cannot receive an advance on their salary and wages. So it is not that I won't approve it for you—I really want to help you, but I cannot violate headquarters' rules."
Zhao Yinian was not afraid of Song Xinya complaining to Qin Yuhe, because she could tell that Song Xinya was too embarrassed to ask Qin Yuhe for money.
If Song Xinya had the nerve, she would not have come to ask for an advance on her salary and bonus.
After refusing to advance Song Xinya's salary and bonus, Zhao Yinian felt a sense of triumph and walked back to her office smiling all the way.
Meanwhile, on the top floor, the 38th floor.
The assistant came to the finance department to submit a travel expense reimbursement form.
He overheard people in the finance department discussing, "Zhao Yinian on the 8th floor is acting so weird today. She suddenly called group headquarters to ask if a probationary employee could get an advance on their salary and wages."
Normally, these words would be nothing special, and the assistant would not have paid them any mind.
But hearing "8th floor" and "probationary employee" linked together, he thought of President Qin's wife, Song Xinya.
Upon returning to his office, the assistant picked up a document and knocked on the door of the CEO's office.
"President Qin, I have something to report to you."
A cold and clear "Come in" sounded from inside.
The assistant walked in, stood opposite Qin Yuhe, and placed the document on his desk.
"This is the latest securities trading information for this week."
Qin Yuhe opened the document filled with dense numbers and scanned it with extreme speed and efficiency.
By the time he finished reading the document, the assistant was still standing opposite him.
"Is there something else?"
Assistant: "President Qin, Miss Song seems to have gone to ask for an advance on her salary and bonus."
Qin Yuhe: "Where did you get this information?"
Assistant: "I guessed."
After saying the words "I guessed," the assistant's heart trembled. President Qin hated baseless guesses more than anything.
He had just wanted to hurry up and tell President Qin about this matter that was highly likely related to Miss Song, and had not had time to verify it.
The assistant braced himself to be scolded, but then he heard Qin Yuhe say, "Your report was very timely. You handled this matter very efficiently."
The assistant froze for a moment. He had been praised by President Qin!
Previously, he had worked diligently and worked overtime for a month straight without receiving any praise from President Qin. Now, he had reported something that might be related to Miss Song—just might be—and he got praised!
Qin Yuhe picked up his phone. Without asking Song Xinya if she was short on money, he first paid the nursing home fees and then transferred two hundred thousand to Song Xinya.
On the 8th floor, Song Xinya was working when her phone suddenly chimed with a notification.
She opened it to find an SMS notification from the bank: [Dear customer, your account has received a transfer from Qin Yuhe in the amount of 200,000 yuan.]
Song Xinya was both surprised and delighted. Her allowance had been sent early!
She hurriedly called the nursing home to pay for her grandmother's care, only to be told that Mr. Qin had already paid it.
Another surprise!
Song Xinya sent a message to Qin Yuhe: [How did you know the nursing home where my grandmother is staying needed to be paid today?]
Qin Yuhe: [I am an immortal deity; I can divine it with a pinch of my fingers.]
Song Xinya was amused and smiled: [Thank you, Mr. Qin.]
Qin Yuhe: [You do not need to thank me. I just reflected on myself. It is because I did not memorize the payment schedule for grandmother's nursing home that you were troubled by a lack of funds. As a husband, I have not done well enough. I should be the one apologizing to you.]
Song Xinya stared at this message blankly for a long time, her nose suddenly tingling with emotion.
He had helped pay her grandmother's nursing home fees, given her two hundred thousand in pocket money, yet he still felt he was at fault and apologized to her.
He...
Qin Yuhe...
Was truly a wonderful person.
Song Xinya wanted to send Qin Yuhe a "thank you," but she felt those two words were too pale and weak, insufficient to express her feelings at this moment.
Words suddenly became bland in the face of such intense emotion.
She wanted to say something but did not know what to say.
Song Xinya abruptly stood up from her workstation and walked into the pantry.
The company provided coffee beans, a hand-crank coffee grinder, and an electric coffee maker.
Song Xinya put coffee beans into the hand-crank grinder and made a cup of hand-ground coffee.
Holding the coffee, she walked out of the office area.
Chen Siyan: "Teacher Song, where are you going?"
Song Xinya: "To the restroom."
She needed to hold a coffee to go to the restroom?
Song Xinya walked to the CEO's private elevator, pressed her thumb against the scanner, and unlocked it with her fingerprint.
The elevator doors opened, and she stepped inside.
The red floor numbers continuously changed, taking her straight to the 38th floor.
Song Xinya walked out and went to the door of Qin Yuhe's office.
His office, just like his private elevator, had her fingerprints registered.
Song Xinya entered the CEO's office without any hindrance.
The moment she pushed the door open, she saw Qin Yuhe sitting behind his desk.
As Qin Yuhe looked up and saw her, a flash of surprise crossed his dark eyes.
"You came to see me?"
Song Xinya walked toward him gracefully. "Yes, to see you."
Her slender, exquisite figure bypassed the desk and stepped to his side.
She placed the hand-ground coffee she had been holding onto his desk.
"I came to bring you coffee."
"And it comes with a..."
She bent down, leaned close to him, and pressed her soft lips against his cheek in a kiss.
"...kiss."
