In the torrential rain, the gloomy sky cast a grayish-white filter over everything.
Through the curtain of rain, a tall, handsome man carried a woman in his arms. With his arm supporting the back of her knees, his black leather shoes stepped through the puddles, splashing tiny droplets of water as he walked with a steady pace.
He carried her, while she held the umbrella with both hands.
Song Xinya nestled in Qin Yuhe's embrace. At the tip of her nose, she could smell the faint, cool fragrance on him mixed with the dampness of the cold rain.
His chest was broad and warm.
His breath was warm and steady.
Outside the umbrella, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Song Xinya had been afraid of thunder since she was a little girl, but at this moment, walking in the rain with him and being held in his arms, she felt no fear at all in her heart.
The pouring rain battered the black umbrella, and streams of water flowed down its surface, forming a circular curtain of water.
A black straight-handled umbrella separated the storm-ravaged world from this small, secure space.
In this tiny space, there was nothing else—only the two of them.
Fighting with three men last night, and then being framed and taken to the police station this morning, her mood had been like a roller coaster, full of ups and downs.
All her anxiety and tension turned into a sense of peace and security the moment he appeared.
Song Xinya let go of all her strength, leaning softly against his chest. With her cheek resting against him, she let out a long breath.
Qin Yuhe looked at the umbrella in her hands and asked, Tired?
Resting the back of her head against his arm, Song Xinya tilted her delicate and charming face up to look at him. Not tired. Are you tired holding me?
Qin Yuhe replied, You are as light as a ball of cotton.
The assistant stood by the Rolls-Royce and opened the car door. Qin Yuhe carried Song Xinya inside and sat down.
As her back leaned against the seat, the man's solid, lean body pressed closer, and he took her hand in his.
The man's hands had sharp, distinct bones and were scalding hot, with a damp moisture lingering on his fingertips and palms.
There was an emergency first-aid kit in the car. Qin Yuhe took it out and, little by little, applied a swelling and pain-relief ointment to the red ring of marks left on her wrists by the handcuffs.
Song Xinya watched Qin Yuhe. She saw his long, straight eyelashes casting shadows, his pale red lips pressed tightly together, and his expression cold and stern.
She spoke up, Even though it looks pretty bad, it actually does not hurt at all. Mr. Qin, do not worry, I can take good care of myself.
Qin Yuhe replied, You took such good care of yourself that you ended up in the police station.
Song Xinya: •᷄ࡇ•᷅
Qin Yuhe: Does it really not hurt at all?
Song Xinya: Maybe just a little bit.
Qin Yuhe: Hoo, hoo.
Song Xinya: Huh?
He lowered his head, brought his thin lips close to her ointment-covered wrist, and gently blew a breath of air over it.
As the warm breath brushed across her skin, her fingertips trembled.
Song Xinya was quite surprised. The seemingly aloof and composed Qin Yuhe actually knew how to blow on a wound.
When she was little, every time she fell or bumped into something, her mother would blow on her wound to make it better.
Blowing on wounds was meant to coax children.
When her mother passed away, even though Song Xinya was still young, once a child loses their mother, their childhood ends, and their right to act like a child is stripped away.
She never expected that many years later, at the age of twenty-five, someone would still treat her like a child and blow on her wounds.
Song Xinya looped her soft arms around his neck, pressing her fragrant, delicate body against his. She easily offered her lips, pressing a gentle kiss onto his.
The rainy weather made the temperature quite cool. Her lips were steeped in a hint of chill, moist and soft. The moment they pressed against his, Qin Yuhe felt as if he had just taken a bite of jelly.
He supported the small of her back with both hands, his thumbs pressing firmly against her spine.
She did not kiss him for long. It was a cool, refreshing kiss that ended as soon as it began.
Song Xinya kept her arms around his neck, hanging onto him. Looking into his eyes, she said, I did not expect you to come.
Qin Yuhe looked at her soft, rosy lips opening and closing right under his gaze, so close to him.
Why did you not call me when something happened?
Song Xinya: I figured you were busy with work, so I felt bad bothering you.
Qin Yuhe: If I had not come back today, how did you plan on getting out of the police station?
Song Xinya: Probably by settling with the other party.
Qin Yuhe: Would that not be letting those three bastards off too easily?
Song Xinya: Yes, it really would have let those three bastards off easily. Fortunately, Mr. Qin, you came back.
Her eyes, as she gazed at him, were overflowing with adoration.
She tilted her head up and kissed his lips again.
Qin Yuhe let her peck at his lips without making a move.
Getting no response, Song Xinya did not mind. She knew he did not like kissing.
She lowered her head and played with the black diamond platinum watch on his wrist.
Qin Yuhe's cold, deep voice fell into her ears. Where did you sleep last night?
Song Xinya: At the hospital.
Qin Yuhe: With who?
Song Xinya: Jian Yiyi, her grandmother, and Chen Siyan.
Qin Yuhe: How did you sleep?
Song Xinya: Each of us had a small cot.
Qin Yuhe: How were the cots arranged?
Did he even care about how the beds were arranged?
The beds were separate, and they did not sleep together. Did he really care about that too?
Song Xinya answered truthfully, Jian Yiyi's bed was on the inside, I was in the middle, and Chen Siyan's bed was on the outside.
Qin Yuhe: Next time, do not let Chen Siyan sleep next to you. Of course, it is best if there is no next time.
Song Xinya lowered her head. I will remember that.
Qin Yuhe looked at her lowered eyelashes. Was she unhappy?
Was she unhappy because he would not let her be so close to Chen Siyan?
Just then, thump, thump, thump—the sound of someone knocking on the car window rang out.
The window rolled down, revealing Chen Siyan's face, grinning and flashing a mouthful of bright white teeth.
He did not get many chances to see President Qin. Every opportunity counted. Having finally run into President Qin today, Chen Siyan specifically ran over to show off a bit.
President Qin, I am Chen Siyan.
Qin Yuhe: You have left a deep impression on me.
Chen Siyan felt delighted inwardly, and his smile grew even more radiant.
President Qin, I was with Teacher Song the whole time last night.
Qin Yuhe's voice squeezed out from between his gritted teeth. I. Know.
Chen Siyan: President Qin, you are busy with work and frequently go on business trips. Please rest assured, on the days you are not around, I will definitely help you take good care of Teacher Song.
Bang—Qin Yuhe rolled the car window back up.
Chen Siyan was left with a face full of rain.
Eh? They were just having a perfectly good chat, why did President Qin suddenly close the window?
Was this really that hard to understand? Chen Siyan thought about it for a second and figured it out—
President Qin must have been so moved by him that he was left speechless.
Chen Siyan felt even happier in his heart and started humming a little tune.
The Rolls-Royce drove past him, splash—splattering him with rainwater.
Inside the car, Qin Yuhe leaned against the back of his seat, his eyes closed.
On the surface, he looked aloof, handsome, and noble, but in reality, his heart was churning.
Reason told him that it was perfectly normal for his wife to encounter the opposite sex at work, to have professional contact with them, and for that contact to remain within the bounds of normal social interaction.
But the moment he saw another man by her side, he felt displeased.
He had always possessed strong self-control, with his rationality prevailing at all times. However, this displeasure could easily overwhelm his reason, erupting suddenly and violently like a volcano.
Last night, the moment he heard Chen Siyan say, "Yeah, yeah, your wife is with me right now," he immediately booked a flight and flew back from Modu in the middle of the night.
This morning, upon hearing that she had been taken to the police station, he braved the heavy rain and went to that remote, narrow alleyway, going door to door in search of evidence.
He walked the long alley from south to north, knocking on the doors of all the residents, and finally found the evidence: one family had installed a security camera in their courtyard, which had captured the footage of Floral Shirt's misdeeds.
He could have easily found someone else to do these things, but Qin Yuhe still chose to handle it personally.
When it came to her, even the slightest rustle of the wind could tug at his heartstrings.
Back in Modu, there were still many urgent matters waiting for him to handle.
But right now, sitting beside her, he did not want to go back.
Song Xinya leaned against the car window on the other side. Seeing Qin Yuhe with his eyes closed, she sat quietly, not wanting to disturb him.
She picked up her phone, lowered her head, and opened an educational consulting app to answer students' questions about how to improve their grades.
Qin Yuhe's voice suddenly sounded by her ear: "I have to return to Modu in half an hour."
Song Xinya dutifully played the role of an understanding wife. "Work is more important, Mr. Qin. You should hurry and get back to it."
Suddenly, her phone was snatched away and set aside by Qin Yuhe.
His gaze locked tightly onto her as he spoke to the driver in a deep, cold voice, "Raise the partition."
Song Xinya's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
The moment the partition went up, Qin Yuhe's hands gripped Song Xinya's waist, lifting her to sit on his lap.
His burning palms grasped her snow-white thighs, parting them.
She straddled his thighs.
His thin lips crushed against hers.
His kissing style was exactly the same as his behavior in bed.
Absolute dominance.
Forceful control.
Fierce and overbearing.
Except that in bed, he would usually give her a long, gentle prelude first.
Only when her heart and body softened, melting into his tenderness, would he fiercely surge forward and devour her whole.
But with this kiss, he was fierce right from the start.
Song Xinya's lips were entirely swallowed up and held in Qin Yuhe's mouth. Her soft lower lip was pressed against his teeth, stinging slightly, causing her to let out soft, broken whimpers.
He did not let her go; instead, he kissed her even more fiercely.
Her delicate eyebrows knitted together, finding it hard to withstand her husband's kiss.
Every time she kissed Qin Yuhe, Song Xinya felt completely inadequate, entirely unable to keep up.
It was really strange. For someone who did not like kissing, Qin Yuhe's technique was incredibly good whenever he actually did it.
He gripped her slender, fragile neck with one hand, and grabbed her narrow waist with the other, pressing her down forcefully.
A thick fog descended upon Song Xinya's mind, turning everything into a blinding white.
At this moment, she could perceive nothing of the outside world; all that remained was sensory pleasure.
She obediently opened her mouth, allowing his intense invasion and transgression.
His lips and tongue were scalding hot. As the tip of his tongue roamed through her mouth, it felt like she was holding a mouthful of hot water.
It was too deep.
Every inch of nerve in Song Xinya's body went numb, and she softened like a pool of water, melting downwards.
Qin Yuhe held onto her tightly, preventing her from collapsing limply.
Song Xinya patted the hand gripping her neck, silently pleading for him to stop.
But it was no use.
He invaded even deeper.
His tongue pushed further down her throat...
