After listening to Song Xinya's plan, a look of approval rippled in Qin Yuhe's eyes.
"Meticulous in strategy, ruthless in execution, and decisive in action. Teacher Song is both wise and courageous. Given time, you will certainly stir up the storms in the business world and achieve great things."
Song Xinya lay on his chest, her delicate body softly clinging to him. Her soft, white fingers gently stroked his face, and her breath as she spoke was warm and fragrant like orchids.
"I have the plan figured out, and President Qin is the most important link. If President Qin doesn't cooperate, this show cannot go on."
Qin Yuhe's palm rested on her back. His broad hand carried a steady warmth, tracing the curve of her spine. With a perfectly balanced force, he firmly supported her body, then applied pressure with his wrist to press her down, drawing her even closer to him.
"For Teacher Song's show, I will naturally give my full cooperation, ensuring that your performance leaves a lasting impression and stuns the entire audience."
Song Xinya's fingers slowly traced from the side of his face to his lips. The soft, delicate touch of her fingertips was like newly sprouted willow branches in early spring.
"No one can guarantee that the plan will be one hundred percent successful. Whether weighed from a business perspective or considered from personal interests, this plan only benefits me. For President Qin, it offers nothing but harm. If President Qin cooperates with me, you might face a loss of a billion dollars."
Qin Yuhe asked, "Getting back your mother's belongings is your wish, right?"
Song Xinya replied, "Yes."
Qin Yuhe said, "So even if the plan fails and causes me to lose a billion dollars, what does it matter? Compared to your wish, a billion dollars is not worth mentioning."
"Song Xinya, anything I do for you is not measured from the perspective of profit. I am not making an investment, and I don't need to constantly calculate the return on value. I just want to do something that makes you happy."
Song Xinya's heart felt as if it were wrapped in a warm towel, warm and soft, entirely filled by his tenderness.
A thin layer of mist gathered in her eyes.
Cupping his face with both hands, she lowered her head and pressed her warm lips against his. She rubbed her lips against his, pressing down with a gentle yet firm force, giving him a solemn kiss.
"Thank you, Mr. Qin."
Just by marrying him, she had received so much of his protection and help. She was joyful, happy, and grateful, yet a trace of anxiety about losing what she had would occasionally surface from the bottom of her heart.
People always feel the most blissful when approaching happiness, and become anxious about losing it while experiencing it.
The unyielding element in her personality was deeply rooted, and reason always held the upper hand. Song Xinya had never been one to worry about gains and losses.
Now, from time to time, she found herself feeling exactly that way about him.
The string of reason in her heart lost its balance; it was tottering, fluttering, ready to completely lean over to his side.
...
Because of an 8:00 AM flight to the Magic City, Qin Yuhe woke up at 6:00 AM.
The phone alarm rang for just a second before he reached out and turned it off.
He turned to look beside him, worried that the alarm might have disturbed her.
Unexpectedly, the other side of the double bed was empty.
It was so early; where did she go?
Qin Yuhe looked around the bedroom but found no one. Without changing his clothes, still wearing his pajamas, he went down to the first floor.
In the kitchen, the woman's dark hair was like silk, draping smoothly down her back. Her delicate and bright features looked as if they had been soaked in warm water, soft and tranquil.
She stood by the gas stove, holding a ladle, slowly stirring the contents of a pot.
The steam rising from the pot enveloped her face, flushing her cheeks with a vivid crimson.
Qin Yuhe walked over to her, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder. "What are you doing?"
The man's scent surrounded her from all sides. Feeling the scorching heat against her back, Song Xinya turned her head to look at him, her nose brushing against his.
"Boiling dumplings for you."
As the saying goes, "Dumplings for leaving, noodles for returning." Dumplings are shaped like gold ingots, symbolizing prosperity and good fortune. At the same time, their wrapped shape symbolizes reunion, carrying the hope for a safe return and an early reunion.
Qin Yuhe glanced at the cutting board. It was dusted with a layer of flour, with a remaining half block of dough. Next to it was a bowl with some filling still clinging to its sides.
"Did you knead the dough and mix the filling yourself?"
The white, plump dumplings floated on the surface of the water, bobbing up and down with the boiling water.
"Yes. Since the dumplings for your send-off carry my hopes, I thought making them with my own hands would show more sincerity."
Qin Yuhe turned his head and pecked her on the cheek. "You've worked hard. Thank you."
The soft, tingling sensation on her cheek left as quickly as it came. The corners of Song Xinya's lips curled up. "You're welcome. This is, um, what I should do."
Qin Yuhe rubbed her head with his palm. "So virtuous."
Song Xinya felt a little embarrassed. Ever since moving into this villa, she had lived a life where she only had to open her mouth to be fed and stretch out her arms to be dressed. All the chores were done by the servants; she hardly deserved to be called virtuous.
"I just... boiled some dumplings for you."
Qin Yuhe said, "I can see it. This is also an effort. How does it not count as being virtuous?"
The smile on Song Xinya's lips grew even wider. She turned her head and kissed him on the cheek as well.
The dumpling wrappers became transparent and shiny, round and bulging, all floating on the surface of the water.
Song Xinya turned off the stove. "The dumplings are ready. Go wash up and change your clothes. By the time you come back, the dumplings will have cooled down a bit and will be just right to eat."
Qin Yuhe said, "I'll listen to you."
He went to the second floor to change clothes, while she plated the dumplings in the kitchen.
Song Xinya carried the plated dumplings to the fan and let the air blow over them.
Giving the dumplings a chance to cool off.
By the time Qin Yuhe returned to the first floor, the temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.
Holding his chopsticks, Qin Yuhe ate a bit faster than usual, perhaps rushing for time, but his table manners remained handsome and elegant.
Song Xinya sat opposite him, watching him. After he finished eating, she walked over to him and reached out to clear the dishes.
At this moment, she was still wearing her nightgown, a gentle, light pink slip dress, with a matching robe worn over it.
The tie at the waist of the robe was loose, and the fabric slipped off one of her shoulders.
The previously concealed areas were revealed.
She leaned over, and he looked up at her.
His eyes were filled with snowy whiteness, the curves plump and full. Soft and yielding, they swayed in gentle, rippling waves with her movements.
As long as he wanted to, his hand could slip into her open neckline and capture that voluptuous softness.
After wiping the table, Song Xinya reached out to pick up the bowl, but her wrist was caught by Qin Yuhe's hand.
He pulled her into his arms, and she tumbled onto his lap.
The man's voice dropped deeply. "It takes an hour to drive from here to the airport. We currently have an hour and ten minutes. I ate very quickly just now to deliberately squeeze out ten extra minutes. Do you know what I want to do?"
Song Xinya looked a bit dazed. "I don't know?"
Qin Yuhe's burning, large hand slipped into her neckline, easily kneading her in his palm.
"Touch you."
