[Mrs. Qin, we have been apart for 4 hours, and you haven't sent me a single message.]
Song Xinya looked at this message, pondering for a moment. Had CEO Qin's account been hacked?
[I never used to send you messages before either.]
In Shanghai, inside the CEO's office, Qin Yuhe sat in his office chair, his shoulders broad and his back straight, his clean, slender fingers tapping on the screen.
His face was completely serious: [We can both be busy with our own things, but when you have free time, you must not forget to keep in touch.]
Reading this paragraph, Song Xinya could easily imagine Qin Yuhe's expression. It was definitely rigid and deadpan.
Whenever this happened, Song Xinya felt like she was his employee.
Oh, right, she actually was his employee.
Song Xinya tapped her small fingers and replied with a single word: [Received.]
A string of ellipses appeared above Qin Yuhe's head.
[Mrs. Qin, my identity right now is your husband.]
Song Xinya: [I know.]
After a moment of silence, she sent another word over:
[Hubby.]
Such a sticky-sweet word. Ever since they got married, the number of times Song Xinya had called Qin Yuhe hubby could be counted on one hand.
She wondered if other women felt the same way she did, feeling a sense of shame every time they called out that word.
Qin Yuhe: [Mm.]
Even though they were separated by a screen and she couldn't see Qin Yuhe's expression, Song Xinya just felt that his mood had improved.
She thought the conversation would end there, but a ringtone sounded. Qin Yuhe was calling her.
Song Xinya's heart skipped a beat, and her finger pressed down hard on the answer button.
The man's voice came through, low and deep. With the faint static of the phone, his magnetic voice sounded incredibly seductive.
"Mrs. Qin, what are you busy with?"
Song Xinya looked at the soft, white tofu in her hand and replied, "Eating tofu."
Qin Yuhe's eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing in them. "Whose?"
Song Xinya: "The tofu's."
Qin Yuhe: "A man named Tofu's?"
Song Xinya really admired the Crown Prince Qin's thought process. Why was he always imagining a green hat of cuckoldry on his head?
She took a picture of the tofu in her hand and sent it to him.
"This is the kind of tofu I'm eating."
Qin Yuhe's narrowed eyes relaxed. He smiled and said, "I like eating this kind of tofu too."
Just as Song Xinya was about to show some care and ask if he was tired from work, she heard him say:
"Mrs. Qin, I'd much rather eat your tofu."
Song Xinya's face flushed slightly. Such flirtatious words just rolled right off his tongue.
Actually, Qin Yuhe didn't think he was flirting; he thought he was just telling the truth.
Song Xinya glanced at the passenger seat. "Mr. Qin, there is a minor sitting next to me."
Qin Yuhe: "Your brother or my sister?"
Song Xinya: "Neither. A client."
Qin Yuhe: "Just a stranger. So what if he hears? I don't know him, so I don't care."
CEO Qin truly had no internal friction.
Song Xinya: "But I know him."
Qin Yuhe: "OK, I'll stop talking."
Song Xinya: "You go back to your work first. When we get home tonight, we can talk more."
Qin Yuhe: "Alright."
Hanging up the phone, Song Xinya put her phone back into her bag, keeping her eyes on the road and ignoring the minor in the passenger seat.
But that didn't mean the minor was going to let her off the hook so easily.
Jin Ruizhi sized her up and spoke, "Teacher Song, why are you blushing just from talking to a man on the phone?"
Song Xinya: "Close your little mouth and give your tongue a break."
Jin Ruizhi kept blabbering, "Who was that man just now? You act completely different in front of him compared to how you act in front of us."
Song Xinya: "How is it different?"
Jin Ruizhi: "In front of him, you're as shy as a water lily. In front of us, you're as fierce as a female demon."
Song Xinya: "Did you eat too much sugar, you little male demon? Why can't you stop talking?"
Jin Ruizhi wanted to open his mouth again, but Song Xinya said, "I won't teach you how to date tomorrow."
Jin Ruizhi immediately clamped his mouth shut.
Song Xinya dropped Jin Ruizhi off first before returning to Zijin Mansion.
The car stopped at the front entrance of the lobby, and she shouted into the house, "Xiaoye, Yanyan, come out and carry the melons."
The melons she had bought earlier while acting like a criminal detective at the vegetable market were still in the trunk.
Song Tingye and Qin Yuyan ran out and stood by the trunk.
Song Tingye: "Sis, why did you buy so many watermelons?"
Qin Yuyan: "Sister-in-law loves us and bought them especially for us to eat."
Song Xinya patted Qin Yuyan's head. "You must keep up this narcissistic personality. Narcissistic people easily find happiness."
Qin Yuyan: "Didn't you buy these melons specifically for us, Sister-in-law?"
Song Xinya: "If you think I did, then I did."
Song Tingye walked into the house with a large watermelon in each arm. "Hey, hey, you two badgers stop talking and hurry up and help this badger carry the melons."
The three badgers worked together to carry all the watermelons from the trunk into the house.
After dinner, Song Xinya didn't forget to check on the two kids' study progress.
"Song Tingye, how did it feel teaching Yanyan math today?"
Song Tingye: "Oh my god, don't even bring it up. I knew her foundation was bad, but I didn't expect it to be this bad. Forget high school, she can't even do middle school math. I taught her quadratic equations eight times and she still doesn't get it. Some people say a great genius might appear stupid, but with her, there's only the stupid part!"
Song Xinya: "Yanyan, how did it feel teaching Xiaoye language arts?"
Qin Yuyan: "I felt like taking him to the hospital for a brain CT scan to see exactly how much water is sloshing around in his head. The essay prompt was 'I Have Regrets,' but he misread it as 'I Have Plums' and wrote a sprawling 800-word essay praising plum blossoms. The moment he sees an essay prompt, his IQ drops to the horizon, so low that even ants have to detour around it!"
Song Xinya: "Did Yanyan finally learn how to solve quadratic equations?"
Song Tingye: "She did."
Song Xinya: "Did Xiaoye finally learn how to write an essay titled 'I Have Regrets'?"
Qin Yuyan: "He did."
Song Xinya: "Tomorrow, you two will continue teaching each other."
Returning to her bedroom, after washing up, Song Xinya put on that purple, highly seductive lingerie with cutouts over the breasts and lay down on the double bed.
With a soft ding, she received a message from Qin Yuhe.
[Mrs. Qin, I want to buy a camera and install it in the bedroom. Do you agree?]
