An unexpected kiss.
Her lips were moist and sweet, landing on his cheek like soft candy.
Qin Yuhe's slightly lowered eyelashes suddenly lifted. His pitch-black pupils were no longer as calm as an ancient well; her kiss had ignited a burning, shattered light within them.
Like a dragonfly skimming the water, she gave him a quick peck and straightened up.
The coffee was delivered, and so was the kiss. Song Xinya said, "Mr. Qin, please continue with your work. I'm heading back to the office."
She turned and started to walk away.
Qin Yuhe: "Do you think I'm still in the mood to work right now?"
She had delivered herself right to his lips. He wouldn't be a real man if he didn't make a move.
Before Song Xinya could even take a step, Qin Yuhe grabbed her wrist, pulled her back, and pressed her down to sit on his lap.
She fell into his arms. Before the gasp of surprise could escape her lips, he pinched her cheeks and pressed his thin lips against hers.
Their lips pressed tightly together, warm and soft to the touch, making both of their hearts tremble fiercely.
Whether it was kissing or making love, Qin Yuhe's style was always gentle at first, then fierce.
But not today.
He was like a lion that had been starving for a long time, finally catching a delicious prey. From the very first bite, he was fierce and reckless, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
One of his hands cupped the back of her head, forcefully holding her in place so she couldn't retreat or escape.
His other hand held her cheek. The moment his lips met hers, his tongue slipped out, driving straight in to pry apart her teeth, licking and sucking on her soft, moist tongue.
Her breath was completely filled with his heavy, scorching scent.
Like a fierce wind sweeping away fallen leaves, his tongue plundered and claimed her mouth, leaving a raging fire wherever it went.
Faced with Qin Yuhe's domineering and ruthless way of kissing, Song Xinya, who had little experience with kissing to begin with, was completely defenseless and overwhelmed.
She tilted her long, fair neck back, her lips parted, passively and exceptionally obediently enduring his tyrannical and fierce demands.
He wantonly and freely plundered her rationality.
Outside the CEO's office, men in tailored suits and women in white blouses and black pencil skirts came and went, all holding documents, busy with their work.
While everyone else was working diligently, Song Xinya sat on Qin Yuhe's lap, kissed breathless by him.
It felt like tasting forbidden fruit.
The kiss was long and passionate, fierce yet tender. When he finally let her go, both of their lips were a brilliant, alluring red, glistening with moisture.
Song Xinya panted heavily, her face flushed, the corners of her eyes tinted with a peachy pink.
Qin Yuhe pressed her head against his chest, holding her close. His sharply contoured jaw rested lightly on the top of her head, and his hand on her back stroked down gently, over and over, helping her catch her breath.
Nestled against him, Song Xinya's gaze passed through the transparent glass wall, seeing the staff walking back and forth outside.
The blinds weren't drawn.
A sudden wave of shame washed over her.
She didn't know whether to call herself oblivious or say that Qin Yuhe's kissing skills were just too good. With such a massive glass wall completely exposed, she hadn't even noticed the blinds weren't drawn.
Still trembling with lingering fear, Song Xinya asked, "This glass wall is one-way, right?"
Qin Yuhe: "What if it isn't?"
Song Xinya buried her face in his chest. "I won't have the face to see anyone ever again."
Qin Yuhe: "I'm kidding. It's one-way."
Song Xinya peeked her head out from his embrace. "That's a relief."
She glanced at the watch on his wrist. She had been gone for forty minutes!
Oh my god, time flew by so fast. Forty minutes usually felt quite long, but now it felt like it had passed in the blink of an eye!
Just as Song Xinya was about to stand up from Qin Yuhe's lap, a burning softness pressed down on the back of her neck.
Qin Yuhe took a small patch of skin on the back of her neck into his mouth and sucked hard.
The sound of lips and teeth sucking on skin echoed in the quiet air.
It was intensely intimate and ambiguous, sparking wild imaginations.
It hurt a little, yet it felt like a silent temptation and invitation.
A shudder ran through the depths of Song Xinya's heart.
"Mr. Qin, stop kissing..."
Qin Yuhe nibbled on her smooth skin. The faint breath from his words spilled out hotly from where his lips met her skin.
"Don't you want it?"
It wasn't a matter of not wanting it; it was a matter of not being able to have it.
It was still working hours.
Song Xinya's brain was a bit fuzzy. She was supposed to be working, but instead, she ended up working her way onto her boss's lap.
If things went any further, she'd end up in her boss's bed.
What kind of work was this?
The X-rated kind.
Being away for so long during working hours, as an employee, it was a bit hard to explain to her supervisor.
While Song Xinya was worrying about work, Qin Yuhe was still sucking on the skin of her nape.
She couldn't just shove him away, that would be too rude.
Song Xinya racked her brain, trying to find an excuse to get out of his arms.
A phone ringtone suddenly sounded, like a timely rain.
Seeing the name Zhao Yinian on the screen, for the first time, Song Xinya didn't feel annoyed.
She answered the call immediately.
Zhao Yinian's voice came through like a string of firecrackers, rapid and loud: "Hey, Song Xinya, where did you go?"
Song Xinya: "The restroom."
Zhao Yinian: "I have work matters to discuss with you. Get back here right now!"
That was exactly what she was waiting for.
Hanging up the phone, Song Xinya pushed against Qin Yuhe's chest with both hands and hopped off his lap.
"Honestly, I don't want to leave either, but my supervisor is calling me."
Qin Yuhe: "Is that so? Then why are your footsteps so cheerful?"
Song Xinya's mind raced, and she replied, "It's because kissing Mr. Qin just now was such a great experience. I feel so happy, which is why my steps are so cheerful."
Qin Yuhe quietly watched her lie.
And didn't expose her.
………
Song Xinya returned to the 8th floor.
At this moment, a lingering flush still colored her face.
Chen Siyan saw her and asked, "Does it really take this long to go to the bathroom?"
Song Xinya braced herself and said, "Yeah, is there a problem with that?"
Chen Siyan: "Of course not. When I'm constipated, I squat for a long time too."
Song Xinya: "..."
So he thought she was... constipated?
"Bro, why would you think that?"
Chen Siyan pointed at her face. "Look at you, your face is all red from straining."
Song Xinya's silence was deafening.
Chen Siyan: "I have some medicine for constipation here, it works wonders. Just one pill, and no matter how much memory is backed up, I guarantee it'll all be released."
Song Xinya: "Such good stuff, you better keep it for yourself."
Chen Siyan: "Hey, don't be embarrassed. Constipation is a normal physiological phenomenon, almost everyone experiences it. Don't hide your illness from the doctor; you have to treat it early."
Song Xinya: "Give your tongue a vacation and shut up."
The guy was too much to handle. Song Xinya didn't want to chat with Chen Siyan anymore and walked straight into Zhao Yinian's office.
Zhao Yinian's gaze swept over Song Xinya's face, looking suspiciously at the crimson on her cheeks, and asked, "Were you really just in the restroom?"
Song Xinya: "Didn't you say you had work matters to discuss with me?"
Getting no answer, Zhao Yinian's face darkened.
"I do have work matters to discuss with you."
She pushed a file in front of Song Xinya. "The client you are meeting this afternoon will be in his senior year of high school after the summer vacation. He is a seventeen-year-old high school boy named Jin Ruizhi. Familiarize yourself with his information first."
Song Xinya took the file and sat back at her cubicle. Looking at the name Jin Ruizhi on the document, she read it aloud.
"Oh, him. I know him," Chen Siyan slid his chair over to Song Xinya. "A wealthy young master, a notorious rebel in the Beijing circle."
Song Xinya said, "I'm all ears."
Chen Siyan continued, "This guy is totally obsessed with romance. He has absolutely nothing to do all day, so he just spends his time dreaming about dating girls."
Song Xinya asked, "Isn't he only seventeen? He's not even an adult yet, and he's already thinking about dating?"
Chen Siyan replied, "That's exactly why I said he's obsessed with romance."
Song Xinya asked, "Did you go interview to be his tutor before?"
Chen Siyan said, "I did. Before I even walked through the door, this guy squirted me right in the face."
Song Xinya asked, "What did he squirt you with?"
Chen Siyan replied, "Urine."
Song Xinya really didn't want to laugh, but she simply couldn't hold it back.
From being pranked by a client into streaking naked down the street to getting squirted in the face with urine by another, Chen Siyan's experiences were truly a bit too colorful.
So colorful that it actually made people feel sorry for him.
"What was his reason for squirting you?"
Chen Siyan said, "I went to be his tutor, which delayed his dating schedule."
Song Xinya asked, "He thinks about dating all day long. Don't his parents care?"
Chen Siyan explained, "His parents are busy with business, flying all over the place. They don't have time to manage him, so he lives with his grandmother. His grandmother spoils him rotten. She can't bear to hit or scold him, and lets him have his way with everything."
Song Xinya caught a core issue. "Does he want to date, or is he already dating?"
Chen Siyan said, "That I don't know. I only went for that one interview and never bothered to learn anything else about the guy since."
Song Xinya flipped through Jin Ruizhi's file. It only recorded his academic grades; all other information was completely blank.
As for his academic grades, for someone whose mind is full of dating, it would be a miracle if they were good.
His Chinese grades rivaled Song Tingye's: intermittently passing, but mostly failing.
His math grades were on par with Qin Yuyan's: 8 points.
As for his English grades, let's just describe it this way—
When reading the book: Ma Dongmei, Ma Dongmei, Ma Dongmei.
When reciting: Ma what mei? What Dongmei?
During the exam: Sun Honglei.
His answers and the examiner's questions were completely at odds, like a horse's jaws on a cow's head.
He could be called the absolute worst of the worst among terrible students.
A photo of Jin Ruizhi was attached to the file. His head of yellow hair was exceptionally striking.
At noon, Song Xinya and Zhao Yinian headed to Jin Ruizhi's house together.
They had lunch on the way, just plain water and bread.
What if they weren't full?
Perfect for a diet.
Song Xinya and Zhao Yinian stood at the entrance of a villa.
Zhao Yinian shot a sideways glance at Song Xinya. The sun was shining brightly, yet Song Xinya was carrying an umbrella. She really loved to show off and make a fool of herself; she was faker than a plastic bag.
After rolling her eyes at Song Xinya, Zhao Yinian knocked on the villa's door.
Crisp and neat footsteps approached, carrying the unique vitality of a teenager.
The moment the door opened, Song Xinya opened her umbrella and held it in front of her.
Squirt—a stream of liquid splashed onto Zhao Yinian's face.
Squirt—the stream bounced off the umbrella, leaving Song Xinya completely unharmed.
The teenager holding the water gun froze, not expecting someone to have brought an umbrella.
Zhao Yinian screamed, "Young Master Jin, what did you squirt me with?"
Jin Ruizhi replied, "Ink."
Zhao Yinian pulled a mirror out of her bag and looked. Her face was completely black.
She said angrily, "Young Master Jin, how could you squirt me with ink?"
Jin Ruizhi said, "You should be glad I didn't squirt you with urine."
Zhao Yinian said, "Young Master Jin, I know you are a good kid. You aren't that kind of person."
Jin Ruizhi replied, "Then come inside with me and see if I will."
Zhao Yinian didn't dare step foot inside the villa.
Song Xinya calmly closed her umbrella and said, "I will go in with you."
As the umbrella blocking his view was put away, Jin Ruizhi saw an astonishingly beautiful face, with snow-white skin and flower-like features, glamorous and captivating.
"This is the first time I've seen such a beautiful tutor."
Song Xinya replied, "Then you'll have to go out and see the world more in the future."
Jin Ruizhi said, "You're the one who hasn't seen the world."
Song Xinya agreed, "True, otherwise how could I have met you?"
Jin Ruizhi paused, then smiled. "Previous tutors always tried to please me and said nice things to me as soon as they saw me. You're the first one to dare talk back to me."
Song Xinya asked, "So did I successfully catch your attention?"
She definitely did. It was Jin Ruizhi's first time meeting a tutor who didn't play by the rules.
A well-fed dog won't guard the door, and a spoiled person won't be grateful.
Young boys are arrogant; the more you accommodate them, the less they respect you. On the contrary, if you jab at them a bit, they will realize you aren't a pushover and will be more wary of you, not daring to bully you casually.
Jin Ruizhi lowered the water gun in his hand.
He turned around and walked into the courtyard.
If the client didn't refuse, it was assumed the client agreed.
Song Xinya walked into the courtyard.
Zhao Yinian followed behind Song Xinya and walked in as well.
Jin Ruizhi sat by the desk wearing a pair of headphones, shaking his head to the music while his yellow hair flew messily in the air.
Once the headphones were on, he ignored everyone.
Song Xinya knew very well that he was refusing to communicate with her.
She wasn't anxious or angry. The customer is god, but the customer is not her ancestor. There was no need to let an outsider affect her mood.
Jin Ruizhi's head swayed back and forth like a rattle drum.
At six in the evening, he tossed his headphones onto the desk. "Time's up. I have to go pick up my future girlfriend."
Song Xinya received a piece of information: so the yellow-haired teenager was experiencing unrequited love. He wanted to date but hadn't succeeded yet.
The yellow-haired teenager got into a car and left the villa.
Song Xinya also left the villa and headed home.
By the time she returned to the Forbidden City Mansion, it was nearly nine o'clock.
A lamp was on in the living room, and Qin Yuhe was sitting to the side, waiting for her to come back.
Song Xinya walked into the hall, looking at the man's hazy silhouette in the light. He had deep eyes, a high nose, and prominent brow bones, looking handsome and aristocratic.
"Mr. Qin, I'm back."
Qin Yuhe asked, "Have you had dinner?"
Song Xinya replied, "No."
Qin Yuhe said, "Neither have I. Let's eat together."
Song Xinya suddenly realized something. Had he been waiting for her to come back to eat dinner together?
The two sat at the dining table, and Song Xinya looked around the living room. "Where are Yanyan and Xiaoye?"
Qin Yuhe replied, "They were so hungry they couldn't stand it, so they drank a bellyful of water and went to sleep."
Song Xinya muttered silently in her heart, poor kids.
After finishing dinner, the two went upstairs. Once Song Xinya finished showering and came out, Qin Yuhe went into the bathroom to shower.
The bathroom door opened with a sound, and Song Xinya looked up.
Her gaze suddenly paused.
Qin Yuhe was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants today.
He was completely shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants.
He used to always be dressed in impeccably tailored suits, so why the sudden switch to gray sweatpants today?
The thin layer of gray fabric clung to his body.
The outline was perfectly clear.
Damn.
It really looked... big...
