Song Xinya's expressions went like this in sequence:
(ﾟдﾟ) (Surprised)
˃̶͈˂̶͈ (So shy)
ꈍ◡ꈍ (So annoying~)
ଲଇଉକ (Facepalm~)
Why was he always like this, saying such scandalous things to her with a completely straight face?
Helping her resolve her physiological needs...
He traveled all the way from Shanghai back to Jingbei, taking time out of his busy schedule, just to help her resolve her physiological needs?
What kind of reason was that for coming home from a business trip?
This was the first time she had ever heard of such a thing.
Regardless of whether Qin Yuhe was embarrassed or not, Song Xinya was feeling extremely embarrassed right now.
He, the CEO of a Fortune 500 group, busy with a myriad of affairs every day, actually took the time to fly back specifically to help her with her physiological needs.
Should she praise him: You really are a great, service-oriented husband.
Thanks, thanks a lot.
It just...
Seemed...
Made it look like...
Like she was a nymphomaniac with incredibly strong desires.
Song Xinya's long, soft eyelashes lowered, covering the shy, watery glint in her eyes like butterfly wings, and she said, "Actually, my needs aren't that strong."
Qin Yuhe: "Not strong? Last night you had a wet dream, panting and moaning, one moment crying out for Qin Yuhe to hurry up, the next telling Qin Yuhe to go harder, and then asking Qin Yuhe to change positions and do it from behind. You call that not strong?"
In an instant, Song Xinya's face turned so red it could bleed!
It was over, her image was shattered into pieces!
This was social death!
Song Xinya wanted to boil a pot of life, death, joy, and sorrow to sacrifice to herself!
She was just a tiny bit away from passing away on the spot!
However, she was very confused—
She had already deleted that video clip from the surveillance camera, so how did he know?!
Song Xinya still held onto a final sliver of hope in her heart. Maybe, right? Maybe, people should always look on the bright side. Maybe Qin Yuhe hadn't seen her wet dream last night at all and was just deliberately bluffing her.
She feigned ignorance: "Mr. Qin, what are you talking about? I don't understand."
Qin Yuhe: "Stop pretending. I watched the entire live broadcast of your wet dream last night."
Song Xinya metaphorically dropped dead on the floor!
Didn't she have any pride!
Couldn't he leave her a little dignity!
Cry!
Song Xinya turned her head to the side, her neck stiff as if she had a crick in it, her movements as rigid as a zombie.
She didn't look at him, her red lips parting as she whimpered softly, "Mr. Qin, can you please save me a little face?"
Qin Yuhe said to her seriously, "It's fine, Mrs. Qin. Everyone has physiological needs. I do too. In the days when I can't see you and can't do it with you, I also fantasize about our passionate lovemaking, wanting to pin you down and fiercely..."
Song Xinya clapped a hand over his mouth: "Okay, okay, I know. Stop talking."
President Qin really wasn't making dirty jokes.
He was just having a rational discussion about physiological needs with his wife.
It was just that, ahem, his wife didn't really want to discuss this matter.
As the Rolls-Royce passed a premium fruit shop, Song Xinya called for the car to stop.
Qin Yuhe accompanied her into the fruit shop.
Song Xinya: "I want to buy some fruit. Is there anything you want to eat?"
Qin Yuhe: "No."
Straight men generally don't buy fruit on their own initiative, nor do they usually remember to eat it.
Song Xinya had a clear goal. She walked straight over to a type of fruit and started picking.
Qin Yuhe strolled among the colorful fruits.
Unconsciously, he walked over to an area displaying black fruits.
A male clerk walked over and said, "Sir, these are wild black pearl mulberries grown in the forest. They are rich in anthocyanins and polyphenols, which can reduce free radical damage to reproductive cells and improve sperm vitality. At the same time, they can also dilate blood vessels, improve blood flow, enhance hardness, and have a very good kidney-tonifying and aphrodisiac effect. As men, it's especially good for us to eat."
Song Xinya's hand, which was picking fruit, suddenly paused.
This clerk was certainly bold in his sales pitch.
Song Xinya could feel that in order to sell the fruit and get a commission, this clerk was working very hard.
But, unfortunately, his efforts would be in vain, because Qin Yuhe didn't need any kidney-tonifying or aphrodisiacs at all. His abilities were already naturally gifted and exceptionally strong.
Song Xinya kept her head down and continued picking fruit.
Qin Yuhe's voice reached her ears: "Give me fifty boxes of these black pearl mulberries."
Thud—the apple in Song Xinya's hand dropped onto the shelf.
The bright red apple rolled along the shelf, went over the edge, and fell toward the ground.
A swift figure flashed by. Qin Yuhe reacted with extreme agility, bending down and catching the falling apple mid-air with one hand.
His cold, pale fingers lazily wrapped around the bright red apple. He walked over to Song Xinya and placed the apple into the plastic bag in her hand.
"What are you thinking about? How can you be so distracted just buying fruit?"
Song Xinya couldn't possibly say that she was afraid if he ate the mulberries, his masculine prowess would become even fiercer, and he would do her until her corpus luteum ruptured and she bled to death in bed!
A fairy never admits defeat!
Song Xinya was very good at being stubborn: "I wasn't thinking about anything. I just didn't hold it steadily, and the apple slipped out of my hand."
Qin Yuhe: "Is that so? Then let it slip again."
Song Xinya: "...The apple says it doesn't want to slip anymore."
Qin Yuhe reached out and pinched her cheek: "You're the little apple who said that."
The people nearby who saw this scene almost got diabetes from the sweetness.
Song Xinya blushed, turned around, and walked to the cashier to pay.
Qin Yuhe walked over carrying fifty boxes of mulberries and put them on the checkout counter: "Ring these up together."
Song Xinya lowered her head deeply and muttered, "Taking two boxes for the gesture is enough."
Qin Yuhe: "This matter is extremely important to a man. No man minds becoming stronger in this aspect, including me."
Song Xinya felt too ashamed to face anyone. She had even lost the courage to look at the cashier, keeping her head down the whole time.
After the cashier scanned the items, she took out her phone to pay.
Qin Yuhe beat her to it, presenting his payment QR code: "I'll pay."
Song Xinya: "It's not a lot of money, I can pay for it."
Beep—Qin Yuhe paid the money.
Qin Yuhe: "I have a straight man complex. When I'm with a woman, no matter the expense, I must be the one to pay."
He picked up all the bags and walked out.
At this time, the male clerk who had promoted the mulberries earlier walked over and said to Qin Yuhe, "Sir, our store also has black dates, longans, and lychees. These fruits are also especially good for us men to eat."
Qin Yuhe: "Give me fifty boxes of each."
Song Xinya's head was almost lowered to her belly button!
Man, you are playing with fire.
Regret. She never should have stepped into this fruit shop with him in the first place.
Song Xinya grabbed Qin Yuhe's hand and dragged him outside: "Look at the time, let's hurry home."
Qin Yuhe: "We should indeed hurry home. A moment of a spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold."
Song Xinya wanted to pull out her bra and stuff it into his mouth.
Of course, in broad daylight and in front of everyone, she was too embarrassed to do that.
She took an apple out of the plastic bag and shoved it into his mouth.
Qin Yuhe took the apple out of his mouth: "It hasn't been washed. It's not clean, I can't eat it."
Song Xinya: "Then just be a good boy, shut your mouth, and stop saying such shameful things."
Qin Yuhe actually closed his mouth and stopped talking.
How adorable.
The two of them returned to Zijin Mansion together.
Song Tingye and Qin Yuyan were extremely surprised to see Qin Yuhe.
Song Tingye: "Brother-in-law!"
Qin Yuyan: "Brother!"
Song Tingye: "Didn't you say you wouldn't be back for another two months? What sudden wind blew you back?"
Qin Yuyan: "A magical spring breeze, blowing my brother right into our living room."
Qin Yuhe walked past the two younger ones: "I haven't seen you for a few days, and suddenly you two are a stand-up comedy duo."
Song Tingye's food radar activated. His eyes locked onto the plastic bag in Qin Yuhe's hand: "Brother-in-law, what delicious food did you buy?"
Song Xinya took a plastic bag from Qin Yuhe and handed it to Song Tingye: "This is the Apple 17 I bought for you."
Song Tingye's eyes lit up. He trotted over eagerly and snatched the plastic bag with both hands: "Ahhhhh, an Apple 17!"
He opened the plastic bag to take a look. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6... 15, 16, 17. Seventeen apples!"
Song Xinya blinked, looking sly and playful: "That's right, this is the 'apple 17' I bought for you."
Song Tingye's hopes shattered in an instant. He looked up at Song Xinya: "You, you, you..."
Song Xinya patted his head: "Me, me, me. I respond to every request, account for every detail, and deliver on every promise. I truly am a wonderful older sister."
Song Tingye tilted his head back toward the ceiling: "Pfft—"
He was practically coughing up blood!
The four of them sat around the table and had dinner together.
After the meal, Song Xinya played the role of a gentle and considerate wife, saying, "I'll go heat up a glass of milk for you. It will help you sleep."
Qin Yuhe grabbed the ten boxes of washed mulberries with one hand, took her hand with the other, and hurriedly pulled her toward the second floor.
"Forget the milk. It's still too early for sleep. We have business to attend to first."
