Song Xinya came to the second floor, to the bedroom Qin Yuhe had prepared for her.
This was their bridal chamber.
The decor was still modern Nordic style, with large areas of black, white, and gray tones. The cabinets and furniture were mainly in light colors, and a long-pile white carpet covered the floor—minimalist, premium, and fashionable.
Typical of Qin Yuhe's vibe.
Song Xinya asked his assistant, "Does Mr. Qin stay in this house often?"
Assistant: "Not often. Boss Qin has many properties, and this is just one of them. Of course, this property is now yours."
Song Xinya: "Will Mr. Qin come over tonight?"
The assistant wanted to say no, because according to the schedule, Boss Qin would be discussing a financial consumer stimulus plan with important government officials tonight.
But remembering how he had confidently bet with the driver the last two times and lost face badly, the assistant had learned a lesson: whenever it came to Miss Song, Boss Qin always seemed to break the rules and make exceptions for her.
So the assistant said cryptically, "The situation is what it is right now. As for the specific situation, it depends on the situation."
Song Xinya understood; he didn't know either.
By the time Song Xinya had put the clothes she brought into the closet and went down to the first floor, the servants had already prepared the meal, with various expensive ingredients filling the table.
Song Tingye's stomach was a bottomless pit. He would get hungry not long after eating, and even when full, he could eat two more bowls.
He was already sitting at the dining table waiting for the meal to start, but since Song Xinya hadn't come over, he sat perfectly well-behaved without touching his chopsticks.
Only when Song Xinya picked up her chopsticks and took the first bite did Song Tingye start eating.
Song Xinya had never asked Song Tingye to do this; it was his own insistence.
His sister coming first was Song Tingye's principle.
For Song Xinya and Song Tingye's first meal in this villa, the food was made perfectly to their taste.
Song Tingye: "I didn't expect my brother-in-law to like spicy food too, just like us."
The assistant standing nearby said, "Boss Qin usually has a light diet and prefers Cantonese cuisine. Today, Boss Qin specifically instructed the servants to make Sichuan-style dishes for Miss Song and Young Master Song."
Song Tingye: "Eh? How did my brother-in-law know that my sister and I like spicy food?"
Song Xinya recalled her chat with Qin Yuhe in the kitchen last night. She thought they were just making small talk to fill the silence, but she didn't expect him to remember.
She suddenly remembered her days in the Song family. She was allergic to soybeans and couldn't eat any soy products. If she accidentally ingested them, she would break out in hives all over her body and have difficulty breathing.
She had told her father, Song Xuanli, many times about the severity of this, but every dish in the Song household still contained soybeans.
You can never wake up a person pretending to be asleep, because he doesn't love you.
If he doesn't love you, why would he care about your feelings?
Song Xinya said to the servant beside her, "If Mr. Qin comes back, please make the meals mostly Cantonese."
He was thoughtful enough to consider her, so naturally, she had to be considerate of him.
After the meal, Song Xinya prepared to go to the mall to buy some items.
Before leaving, she walked into Song Tingye's room: "I won't be here this afternoon."
Song Tingye's eyes flashed with a sly gleam: "Really?"
Song Xinya saw right through his little scheme at a glance: "Don't even think about sneaking out to play like crazy. At least five sets of test papers; I'll check if you've finished them when I get back."
Song Tingye wailed: "Making me do five sets of papers in one afternoon is a loss of morality, a destruction of humanity, and making things difficult for me, a flower of the motherland."
Song Xinya: "Then six sets."
Song Tingye: "I won't."
Song Xinya: "If you don't finish them, I'll give you a taste of 'bamboo shoots stir-fried with meat' tonight."
Song Tingye: "I'm so old already, and you still use bamboo to spank my butt. Don't I need face?"
Song Xinya: "No matter how old you are, if you eat my food and drink my water, you have to listen to my discipline."
Song Tingye: "I'm eating my brother-in-law's food now."
Song Xinya: "I can make your brother-in-law stop feeding you immediately."
Song Tingye stretched out his little hand and made an OK gesture: "Five sets of papers it is. No big deal, deal."
When Song Xinya walked out the front door of the living room, she saw a Frozen Berry Pink Porsche parked in the yard.
Its streamlined body, pink with a hint of purple, looked like fresh strawberries wrapped in ice and snow. The premium car paint shimmered with a moist, glossy radiance in the sunlight, so delicate it could reflect the white clouds in the sky.
Before getting married, Qin Yuhe said he would give her a 1,200-square-meter detached villa in a prime location, a Frozen Berry Pink Porsche for commuting, and 200,000 yuan a month in pocket money. He was fulfilling his promises one by one.
………
Song Xinya invited her best friend Tiantianquan to a lingerie store.
This store was divided into sections by style. Sweet-style lingerie was in section one, and sexy-style lingerie was in section two.
Song Xinya walked straight to section two and picked out a burgundy nightgown. It had thin shoulder straps, a deep V-neck down to the chest, a completely exposed back, and a length that barely covered the buttocks.
Calling it a nightgown was a stretch; it was more like sexy lingerie.
Tiantianquan sighed: "Being married really is different. Before, you'd feel embarrassed just showing your thighs, but now you can't wait to show your butt in front of your husband."
Song Xinya: "..."
She looked around.
Tiantianquan: "Don't worry, we're the only two in this whole section."
She pointed to a purple nightgown next to it and said to Song Xinya, "That one has a hole cut out in the middle of the chest, especially suitable for girls with big breasts. Babe, do you want to buy that one too and wear it for your husband?"
Song Xinya blushed: "My husband probably wouldn't like looking at it."
Tiantianquan: "Even I, a woman, want to look at it. How could a man not want to? He probably won't just want to look, but he'll want to rush into the bathroom and jerk off."
Song Xinya: "Keep your voice down. Is that something to be proud of?"
Tiantianquan waved her arm: "What's the matter? We're all dirty-minded. It's engraved in our DNA. We're all adults; who doesn't know how babies are made?"
Song Xinya took out an apple she had prepared earlier and stuffed it into Tiantianquan's mouth.
While crunching on the apple, Tiantianquan chatted with Song Xinya: "Babe, I knew you were meant for big things. With extraordinary self-control, you lost eighty pounds in a year and married the most handsome and richest man in the capital circle. Your experience is definitely a satisfying female lead script. You could even shoot a short drama."
"Speaking of the crown prince of the capital circle, Qin Yuhe, I've only seen him on CCTV-2's financial channel. What does he look like in real life? Is he even more handsome than on TV?"
Qin Yuhe was more than just handsome; he was so exquisitely beautiful that even women would feel insecure standing next to him.
Song Xinya: "Handsome, very handsome."
Tiantianquan: "Is his body good? Does he have eight-pack abs?"
Song Xinya: "I don't know."
"You don't even know about your legal husband?" Tiantianquan bristled: "Song Xinya, please don't tell me you and your husband haven't slept together yet."
Song Xinya: "We really haven't."
Tiantianquan was even more shocked: "He can hold back with a stunning beauty like you, with big breasts and a slim waist? Is there something wrong with his body? Is he impotent?"
Song Xinya recalled how Qin Yuhe had pressed her against the table last night, holding her from behind...
"His body is quite good..." The extremely good kind of good...
Tiantianquan: "Then what's the situation with you two? He married you but won't touch you. Is he planning to worship you like a Bodhisattva?"
He did touch her, and even kissed her body last night.
The reason they didn't go all the way was, Song Xinya said: "Mainly because there hasn't been a suitable opportunity."
Tiantianquan: "What kind of opportunity do you need for this sort of thing? Just take off your pants and do it."
"If there's no bed, there's a table. If there's no table, there's a chair. At the very least, he could press you against the wall and do it."
An apple couldn't shut her mouth, so Song Xinya pulled a bitter melon out of her bag and stuffed it into Tiantianquan's mouth.
Tiantianquan turned into a bitter circle.
That finally quieted her down. She ran to the restroom and kept gargling to rinse her mouth.
Song Xinya took the burgundy nightgown to the cashier to pay.
She craned her neck and glanced toward the restroom. Tiantianquan hadn't come out yet. Reaching out, she swiftly grabbed the purple nightgown as well, paid for it, and stuffed it into her bag.
Tiantianquan walked out of the restroom: "Where did that purple nightgown go?"
Song Xinya: "A woman just came in and bought it."
Tiantianquan looked at Song Xinya, narrowed her eyes, and smiled knowingly: "Okay, okay, okay. I know that woman wasn't you."
………
Government building, conference room.
Qin Yuhe sat in the center seat of the first row, dressed in a sharp suit, his expression serious. Throughout the three-hour meeting, his back remained perfectly straight, his posture elegant and dignified.
During a break, his assistant walked up to Qin Yuhe: "Mr. Qin, Ms. Song's matters have all been handled, and she is now staying at the Forbidden City Mansion."
Qin Yuhe gave a soft hum to acknowledge it.
After finishing his report and preparing to leave, the assistant paused, thought for a moment, and added: "Mr. Qin, Ms. Song asked today if you would be going back tonight."
There were VIP lounges in the government building, and the staff had already cleared a room specifically for Qin Yuhe. The implication was obvious: they wanted him to stay here overnight for discussions.
This meeting was very important, with many issues to discuss, and it was closely tied to the interests of the Qin Group.
His father, Qin Hanxiao, had previously urged him to take this meeting seriously and prioritize it above all else.
Qin Yuhe took out his phone, tapped on Song Xinya's avatar, and sent her a message: [Mrs. Qin, do you want me to go back tonight?]
The reply came quickly: [Yes]
Qin Yuhe: [If you want me to, I will]
