The next day, although she still felt quite sleepy upon waking up, Song Xinya was actually able to get out of bed.
Unlike before, when doing it all night meant she had to sleep for a full day and night just to get up.
President Qin kept his promise perfectly; he said they would do it five times—not one time more, and certainly not one time less.
Yawning, Song Xinya pulled a white shirt over herself.
After putting on her skirt and briefly washing up in the bathroom, she started to walk out of the bedroom.
"Wait," Qin Yuhe called out to stop her. "I have something to tell you."
"What is it?" Song Xinya's heart skipped a beat. She turned around, glanced at Qin Yuhe's waist and abdomen, and then lowered her eyes.
"There are only two hours left before work, and you take so long every time. There's no time to do it again."
Qin Yuhe said, "That's not what I wanted to talk about."
Song Xinya asked, "Then what is it?"
Qin Yuhe replied, "Look down at your chest."
Song Xinya looked down and let out a cry, "Ah!"
She had forgotten to put on her bra.
If Qin Yuhe hadn't reminded her, she would have walked right out looking like this.
She didn't even dare to imagine how embarrassing that would be.
Startled by this, the sleepiness in Song Xinya's brain completely vanished, and her mind became thoroughly awake.
She quickly walked back to the wardrobe, took out a fresh bra, and put it on.
Reaching her hands behind her back, she tried to fasten the row of small hooks.
Her fingers fumbled back and forth, trying several times, but she just couldn't clasp them together.
The man's crisp, cool scent enveloped her, washing over her skin.
Qin Yuhe grasped her fingers, acting as her eyes, and helped her fasten it.
Song Xinya reached out for her white shirt, only to find that Qin Yuhe had already taken it.
The sheer fabric of the shirt brushed lingeringly across the back of her hand.
Holding the women's white shirt, Qin Yuhe said, "Turn around."
Song Xinya turned from facing away from him to facing him directly.
Qin Yuhe's gaze followed the curve of her neck downward, and he raised an eyebrow in a flirtatious manner.
Song Xinya felt as if a scorching fireball had dropped right into her bra.
He held her arms and guided them into the sleeves of the white shirt, helping her dress.
She obediently cooperated, lifting her arms.
Qin Yuhe's fingers lingered at her collar, providing full service by helping her button it up.
His deep, pleasant voice fell into her ears: "Did I satisfy you last night?"
The post-action review was starting again.
Song Xinya: "Yes, you did."
Qin Yuhe: "Are you satisfied with my performance last night?"
Song Xinya: "Very satisfied."
Qin Yuhe: "You shouldn't be having any more wet dreams tonight, right?"
She really wanted to beg him on her knees to stop bringing up the most embarrassing topics.
Song Xinya: "...I won't."
Qin Yuhe: "And you probably won't be having any more wet dreams for the next few days either, right?"
Song Xinya: "......I won't."
Qin Yuhe fastened the last button and withdrew his hands: "My mission for coming back this time has been successfully accomplished."
Song Xinya: "Are you treating me like a project?"
Qin Yuhe wrapped an arm around her shoulders and walked her out: "As my wife, you are far more precious than any project."
......
On the first floor, Song Tingye was sitting at the table, eating a beef bun with one hand and holding a Peking University math textbook, Calculus, in the other.
He was eating with great relish, and his eyes were glued to the book with equal enthusiasm.
Brisk footsteps sounded behind him. He glanced back, then turned his head back around.
Then he snapped his head back again, his eyes sweeping over Qin Yuyan.
She was wearing a candy-green camisole today. The lines of her neck were graceful and slender, and her fragile shoulders were completely exposed, looking soft and tender like butterfly wings carved from white jade.
Song Tingye's gaze drifted lower. A short pair of denim hot pants hugged the young girl's narrow waist and perky bottom. Her legs were long, slender, and blindingly white.
Thud—the Calculus textbook dropped onto the table.
Plop—the beef bun dropped onto the Calculus textbook.
Song Tingye felt a heat rising in his nasal cavity.
Qin Yuyan pointed at him and exclaimed, "Xiaoye, your nose is bleeding!"
Song Tingye reached up and wiped under his nose. Blood!
"I've never had a nosebleed before, why did it suddenly start bleeding?"
Qin Yuyan grabbed some tissues and stuffed them into his nostrils. "Quick, plug it up!"
Song Tingye: "Thanks a lot, little princess, for caring about me so much."
Qin Yuyan: "I'm just afraid the blood will splatter on me."
Song Tingye: "QAQ."
The tissues rolled into little plugs and shoved into his nostrils were instantly soaked with fresh blood, which pushed right past them.
Song Tingye: "Holy crap! I'm bleeding a river here!"
Qin Yuyan: "Your nosebleed is coming on fiercer than my period!"
The two of them were at a complete loss, scrambling around in a panic to grab more tissues to plug it.
Song Xinya walked over and pressed the jumping Song Tingye back into his chair. "Sit still. Lean forward, and pinch the sides of your nose with your thumb and index finger. Keep the pressure on for 5 to 10 minutes."
Song Tingye did as told, and sure enough, the bleeding stopped.
Qin Yuhe: "Didn't sleep well last night?"
Song Tingye: "I slept great, out like a light as soon as my head hit the pillow."
Qin Yuhe: "Did you eat anything unusual?"
Song Tingye: "Nothing unusual, just casually demolished forty boxes of mulberries."
Song Xinya: "With that kind of nourishment, are you preparing to produce breast milk?"
Song Tingye: "Aren't mulberries just a type of fruit?"
Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe were momentarily at a loss for how to explain it to a kid.
Qin Yuyan walked over with her phone. "I just looked it up. Mulberries nourish the kidneys and boost male virility."
Song Tingye turned his head to look at Qin Yuhe. "Brother-in-law, do you have a weak kidney?"
Qin Yuhe: "Ask your sister about that."
Song Tingye turned to look at Song Xinya. "Does brother-in-law have a weak kidney?"
Song Xinya looked up at Qin Yuhe with a hint of reproach. Why didn't he answer it himself instead of tossing this kind of question to her?
"Your brother-in-law is perfectly healthy. He has a great appetite, strong legs, and very powerful kidneys."
Qin Yuhe: "Thank you for the validation, my wife."
Song Xinya seemed to understand now. He kicked that question to her just because he wanted to hear her praise him?
Only kids like being praised.
Baby Qin.
After breakfast, Qin Yuyan and Song Tingye saw Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe out the door together.
By the Rolls-Royce, Qin Yuyan asked, "Brother, how many days are you planning to stay this time?"
Qin Yuhe: "I'm leaving today."
Qin Yuyan: "That's great, brother. When you're not home, I feel a lot happier." Because there was no one to scold her.
She happily twirled around in circles.
Song Tingye's eyes twirled in circles over Qin Yuyan's slender and beautiful body.
Qin Yuhe shot a sideways glance at Song Tingye, then looked at Qin Yuyan and said, "Hurry back inside and put on some pants. Who are you trying to flash with those two bare white legs? Didn't you notice someone peeking at you?"
Song Tingye stuck his head right under Qin Yuhe's nose, blinking his big, innocent eyes. "Brother-in-law, who is peeking at Yuyan?"
Qin Yuhe: "Did I say it was you? Why are you leaning in? Feeling guilty about something?"
Song Tingye: "Oh, so you weren't talking about me."
Qin Yuhe: "Wasn't I talking about you? Then who was I talking about?"
Song Tingye: "I don't know either."
Qin Yuhe felt that the kid had high IQ, but his emotional intelligence was severely lacking.
Song Xinya: "Yuyan, go back and change into some jeans and a T-shirt."
Qin Yuyan: "Do I not look good dressed like this?"
Song Xinya: "You look beautiful."
"Then I definitely have to wear it like this," Qin Yuyan said.
"Your allowance for this month is revoked," Qin Yuhe replied.
"Actually, I think jeans and a T-shirt look pretty good too. I'll go change right now," Qin Yuyan quickly backtracked.
...
On the way to work, inside the Rolls-Royce.
Song Xinya asked, "What time is your flight?"
"In half an hour," Qin Yuhe replied.
His schedule was always packed tight, with one engagement immediately following another. He was a very busy man.
Yet, despite being so busy, he had flown all the way back just to take care of her physical needs after realizing she was having an erotic dream.
The corners of Song Xinya's lips curled into a smile.
What a dutiful and devoted husband.
The car pulled up to the entrance of her company, but Song Xinya didn't get out right away. There was still another matter on her mind.
"Mr. Qin, when will the DNA test results for me and Jian Yiyi be ready?"
"I asked about it this morning," Qin Yuhe said. "They will be out at one o'clock this afternoon."
"That's wonderful," Song Xinya said. "Today I'll finally know if Jian Yiyi is my sister."
