After dinner, Qin Yuhe went to the study to handle his work.
Sitting in front of the computer dealing with official business, every time he looked up, he saw the pinkish-blue hydrangeas she had picked for him resting on the desk.
The exhaustion brought on by the deception and rivalry of the business world would instantly dissipate.
Working until eleven o'clock at night, Qin Yuhe washed up in the shower room attached to the study and walked toward the bedroom on the second floor.
He had to work tomorrow; at this hour, she should already be asleep.
Pushing open the bedroom door, Qin Yuhe saw that the only light on in the room was the bedside lamp on his side of the bed.
It was the light she had specially left on for him.
A layer of warmth leaped into Qin Yuhe's heart, and the corners of his lips curled into a smile.
Life was not a movie, and it lacked earth-shattering drama. In the daily life of a married couple, those warm moments were often found in small, thoughtful things, such as the lamp she left on for him late at night.
Every time he pushed open the door, what he saw was not darkness, but a warm yellow light.
On the bed, the light and soft quilt sank along the contours of her body, clinging to her smooth curves.
Qin Yuhe lightened his steps and walked to the edge of the double bed.
Moving stealthily, he lifted the quilt and carefully lay down beside her.
Just as he reached out to turn off the bedside lamp, her voice came to his ear: You are back.
Qin Yuhe turned on his side and looked at her. Why aren't you asleep yet?
Song Xinya rolled over into his arms and hugged his waist. Waiting for you.
The woman's body was slender and supple. Her form, rising and falling slightly with her breathing, nestled against him, vividly embodying a vision of soft, fragrant warmth.
Through their thin pajamas, their body heat transferred to each other, their breaths intertwining and mingling.
In this intimate posture, they could clearly feel every part of each other.
In less than a minute, not even a minute, Song Xinya noticed Qin Yuhe's physical change.
Her cheeks flushed red. Why are you like this again?
Qin Yuhe said, You hugged me.
Song Xinya replied, I was just hugging you, I didn't do anything.
Qin Yuhe said, You don't need to do anything else. Just you holding me is enough to trigger my instincts.
Song Xinya chuckled, not knowing how to describe her feelings at this moment. Was his desire too strong, or was she just too charming?
She lifted her head from his embrace and looked at him. I still want to talk to you about serious business. If you are like this, can we still talk?
Qin Yuhe said, Why not? I am the one who is uncomfortable, not you.
Song Xinya paused. I don't want you to be uncomfortable.
Qin Yuhe said, If you say that, I will think you want to do it with me.
At this moment, Song Xinya's spirit was willing but her flesh was weak; she still had ointment applied to an unmentionable place.
Qin Yuhe knew about this situation, so naturally, it was impossible for him to force her.
He didn't marry a wife just to vent his desires. Respecting one's wife was a mandatory lesson for every husband.
Qin Yuhe asked, What serious business did you want to discuss with me?
Song Xinya said, Today, because of my affairs, your business matters were delayed. I want to say I am sorry.
Qin Yuhe scoffed softly. Just this? This counts as serious business?
Song Xinya asked, Is it because I am lying down apologizing to you that it is not formal enough?
Qin Yuhe said, That is not what I meant. I mean, you don't need to apologize to me.
He gently stroked her head with his palm. Compared to business, I believe family is more important.
Song Xinya rested her cheek against his chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat. I think so too.
As they spent time together, they found that their views on many things were perfectly aligned.
Seeing that she still had no intention of sleeping, Qin Yuhe asked, What else did you want to tell me?
Song Xinya indeed had something else she wanted to discuss with him. Have you read Song Xuanli's bidding document?
The Qin family's resort project was open for public bidding to construction companies nationwide. The number of bidding companies was as numerous as a school of carp crossing a river, simply countless.
According to company procedures, all bidding documents were first reviewed and screened by the assistant, who would then select a few outstanding ones to show to Qin Yuhe.
The revenue of Song Xuanli's construction company was in negative growth. While other companies were in their prime, his was old, weak, and ailing, completely unqualified to be presented to Qin Yuhe.
However, Qin Yuhe had specially and carefully read through Song Xuanli's bidding document.
Of course, it wasn't because he valued it, but because it was related to his wife.
Qin Yuhe said, I have seen it. It is not qualified to take on the Qin family's project.
Song Xinya took the initiative to explain what happened today. Today, Song Xuanli called me to the Song family home just to have me plead for him and persuade you to approve his bid.
Qin Yuhe asked, You want me to approve it?
Song Xinya said, Yes.
Qin Yuhe asked, You want me to help Song Xuanli?
Song Xinya replied, Of course not.
Her mother's death was related to Song Xuanli, Li Cuirou, and Zhang Yingying. She would not let any of these three people off.
Song Xinya said, The Yating Education Technology Company founded by my mother is currently occupied by Song Xuanli and the other two. I want to take this company back.
Qin Yuhe asked straightforwardly, What do you need me to do to cooperate with you?
He was lying down at this time. Song Xinya sat up, propped her hands on both sides of his shoulders, and leaned over him from the front, her full curves pressing against his hard, firm chest.
Her rosy lips drew close to his ear as she whispered, I have a plan I want to tell you...
