When you're hungry, eating relieves the hunger.
Kissing isn't like that.
You want to kiss, you kiss, but the more you kiss, the hungrier you get.
As Qin Yuhe kissed Song Xinya, a surging mix of hunger and emptiness washed over him from within.
An itch built up in his teeth; he wanted to tear her apart and devour her.
Song Xinya tilted her head back, her slender neck stretching into a beautiful curve. The spot where his palm gripped her flushed a pitiful red.
She couldn't take it anymore. Her face was flushed red from the lack of oxygen, and she whimpered in surrender.
Fortunately, Qin Yuhe didn't continue, mercifully letting her go.
By this time, the car had arrived at the Qin Group headquarters building.
Qin Yuhe's single kiss had already completely drained Song Xinya's energy.
Limp and exhausted, she slumped softly into his embrace.
Resting her chin on his shoulder, she panted heavily.
Her violently heaving chest pressed against his rhythmically.
Qin Yuhe maintained his calm composure, looking aloof and noble, as if the person who had just kissed her so fiercely wasn't him.
Listening to her rapid, erratic breathing, he slowly stroked her back, his casual words carrying a hint of teasing.
"Mrs. Qin, your panting right now sounds like you've just run eight hundred meters."
Song Xinya: "It's obviously because you went too far."
Qin Yuhe: "How did I go too far?"
Song Xinya: "Who even..."
Qin Yuhe: "Who even what?"
Who even forces their tongue down a woman's throat when kissing?
Song Xinya grumbled inwardly. Was this kissing? What was he doing? Slipping his tongue into her mouth was one thing, but pushing it so forcefully toward her throat...
Is this what a French kiss is like?
Having never French-kissed another man before, Song Xinya had no experience and no point of reference. She didn't know if Qin Yuhe's way of kissing was just how all men in the world did it.
As someone with a tongue herself, Song Xinya could feel that Qin Yuhe's tongue was very long...
Once Song Xinya's breathing evened out a bit, Qin Yuhe spoke up, "I'd really like to hold you for a while longer, but time is tight. I need to head to the airport now."
Song Xinya looked out the car window; the rain had stopped.
She took two deep breaths and pushed the car door open. "You should get going. I need to get to work at the company too."
The moment her feet touched the ground, Song Xinya nearly collapsed.
Qin Yuhe's kisses had turned her legs to jelly.
This was too embarrassing.
He had only kissed her for a little while, and her legs were already too weak to walk.
Qin Yuhe's voice came from inside the car: "Are you okay?"
Holding onto her noodle-like legs, Song Xinya replied, "I'm fine, I'm perfectly fine."
She took a step forward, stumbled twice, and almost face-planted onto the ground.
Stepping out of the car with his long legs, the man walked over to Song Xinya. His searing body heat pressed against her, and his lingering scent enveloped her.
Qin Yuhe scooped Song Xinya up into his arms and strode toward the building's entrance. "I'll walk you to work."
A gentle, subtle smile brimmed in Song Xinya's eyes.
Other people dropped their kids off at school; Boss Qin carried his wife to work.
At the entrance of the first-floor lobby, Song Xinya kicked her legs slightly. "This is good, you can drop me off here."
Qin Yuhe: "Is there anyone left in this company who doesn't know about our relationship?"
Song Xinya: "Hugging and cuddling in the company ruins your image."
Qin Yuhe: "I don't care."
Song Xinya: "What if I care?"
Qin Yuhe set her down gently, as if handling fragile porcelain. "I will definitely protect your image."
Song Xinya checked her watch, knowing he was pressed for time, so she kept it brief: "Mr. Qin, flying back suddenly from Shanghai must have delayed a lot of your work. You are a very good person. I will keep everything you've done for me in my heart."
Qin Yuhe: "Instead of saying so much, you might as well just kiss me."
He bent down, turning his cheek toward her, and issued a single, commanding word from his lips: "Kiss."
Song Xinya leaned in and kissed his cheek.
Qin Yuhe: "Not loud enough. Kiss me again."
Song Xinya understood Qin Yuhe's personality well enough to know that once he got bossy, he wouldn't give up until he got what he wanted.
Obediently, she leaned against his face and planted a loud smack on his cheek, the sound so loud it made her feel embarrassed.
But Qin Yuhe was very satisfied.
He straightened up, patted her head with his palm, looked into her eyes, took two steps back, and then turned to leave.
Scorched by his gaze, Song Xinya didn't dare look up. Once he turned around, she quickly raised her head, gazing after him with lingering affection, watching him leave until the taillights of his car disappeared.
She had thought she wouldn't see him for a long time since he went on a business trip to Shanghai, but to her surprise, she saw him the very next day. It was an unexpected delight, and she was quite happy.
Song Xinya turned and walked into the building, her steps light and brisk.
She stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the 8th floor.
The moment the elevator doors closed, Zhao Yinian, who had been hiding behind a pillar, stepped out.
She had secretly watched the entire intimate exchange between Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe at the entrance.
Zhao Yinian's eyes were filled with shock.
She couldn't believe it—
That Boss Qin, someone so aloof and ascetic, would actually initiate a kiss with Song Xinya.
That Boss Qin, someone so low-key and reserved, would openly hug and kiss Song Xinya right at the entrance of the headquarters building.
That Boss Qin, someone so unsmiling and stern, would look at Song Xinya with such tender, doting eyes.
Zhao Yinian felt that the Qin Yuhe in front of Song Xinya and the Qin Yuhe in front of her were two completely different people.
Qin Yuhe had never looked at her with that kind of gaze.
Nor had he ever looked at anyone else like that.
......
On the 8th floor, as Song Xinya sat at her desk, Chen Siyan asked, "You left the police station earlier than I did. How come you arrived later than me?"
Song Xinya: "I got delayed by some things."
Chen Siyan: "What things?"
Song Xinya: "A private matter between Boss Qin and me. It's not convenient to talk about."
Chen Siyan studied the lingering flush on Song Xinya's cheeks and revealed a cryptic smile. "Did you and Boss Qin fool around in the car?"
"..." Song Xinya: "Mr. Chen, your mouth doesn't always have to be open and blabbering. It can also be closed."
Chen Siyan: "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Reacting so strongly means I must have guessed right."
"......" Song Xinya: "A strong reaction doesn't necessarily mean you guessed right. It could also be a big reaction because I was falsely accused by you."
Chen Siyan: "I know you women are thin-skinned. Even if you dare to fool around in a car with a man, you don't dare admit it."
Song Xinya picked up the small cactus sitting on her desk. "If you keep spouting nonsense, I'm going to feed you this cactus."
Chen Siyan tactfully shut his mouth.
He looked at the watch on his wrist and estimated the time. The drive from the police station to the company took less than twenty minutes.
Twenty minutes...
The average duration for Asian men was 6 to 8 minutes. Compared to 6 to 8 minutes, twenty minutes was already quite excellent.
But that was Boss Qin. Boss Qin, who was incredibly outstanding at everything he did. Somehow, twenty minutes felt a bit too short for someone like him.
The key point was...
Chen Siyan chuckled to himself. He lasted at least an hour every time, which was longer than Boss Qin.
He finally found one thing where he surpassed Boss Qin.
Thinking about it this way, Chen Siyan felt absolutely fantastic about himself.
......
Hurried footsteps echoed at the company entrance, the sound sharp and cold.
Zhao Yinian walked in, her gaze landing squarely on Song Xinya's face.
A woman nourished by a man's love looked somewhat different from one who wasn't.
Song Xinya was glowing and radiant. Her cheeks were like jade soaked in warm water, moist and shiny, exuding a faint pink hue. Even without makeup, her complexion was unbelievably good.
Zhao Yinian walked up to Song Xinya and asked, How did your visit to Young Master Jin's house go yesterday?
Chen Siyan chimed in, It was just one visit, what kind of result did you expect? For a difficult client like him, you won't get anywhere without visiting five, six, seven, or eight times.
Zhao Yinian smirked. So you failed, then.
Chen Siyan replied, Failure is the mother of success, and a massive failure is the grandmother of success.
Zhao Yinian retorted, Only losers believe that saying. Then again, failing must feel terrible, so you have to comfort yourselves somehow.
Song Xinya said, President Zhao, you are overthinking it. No matter what I do, I never consider myself a failure. I either succeed or I learn something. If I am right, it is a success; if I am wrong, it is progress. Nothing I do is in vain. To me, everything is either earning or learning.
Clap, clap, clap, Chen Siyan began to clap his large hands loudly.
President Zhao, listen to that. We are all human, yet some people have a mindset smaller than a sesame seed, while our Teacher Song has a mindset bigger than a giant watermelon.
Zhao Yinian scoffed, I just told the truth, what does that have to do with mindsets? Teacher Song simply did not succeed yesterday. Why are you guys so afraid to hear the truth?
Chen Siyan countered, What is wrong with you? Did you not hear what Teacher Song just said? It is not called failure, it is called learning something. Why do you insist on slapping a big failure label on others? What kind of person likes to target others? A bitter, petty, and toxic person.
Every time Zhao Yinian tried to pick on Song Xinya, Chen Siyan was always the first to step in front and shield her.
Zhao Yinian glared at Chen Siyan. Just keep being Song Xinya's good little servant!
Chen Siyan grinned and said, Teacher Song is President Qin's woman. Being able to serve her is a reward. When I burn paper money during the Tomb-Sweeping Festival, I will have to report this glorious honor to my ancestors from the past eight generations.
President Qin's woman. Those words fell into Zhao Yinian's ears, making the suffocating jealousy in her chest even worse.
After driving President Zhao away in a fit of anger, the shamelessly extroverted Chen Siyan slung his backpack over his shoulder, strutted around the lobby, and waved goodbye to everyone. Comrades, your bro is off to visit a major client. If I close this deal, my ride is getting upgraded straight from an Audi A8 to a Bentley. I will drive a Bentley, you guys will ride your electric scooters, and we will all have bright futures.
Do not miss me too much. I am just a legend.
I kiss you goodbye, on the empty streets. Bye-bye, mwah!
Song Xinya packed up her things, also preparing to visit her client, the blonde young master, Jin Ruizhi.
Arriving at the Jin family villa, Song Xinya rang the doorbell, and a servant came over to open the door.
She looked inside the villa and saw an old acquaintance.
......
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