Qin Yuhe: "Once the lab sends me the results, I'll let you know immediately."
Filled with longing and excitement, Song Xinya threw herself at him and gave him a tight hug. "Okay, I'll wait for your news."
His hand rested on her back, holding her with one arm as he asked, "Jian Yiyi's registered father, Jian Shuibing, has a crooked mind and despicable character. Are you sure you can handle him?"
Song Xinya: "I've thought about this. I won't confront a scoundrel like him head-on; I'll stab him in the back."
"Also, if I go to the Jian family again, I'll bring a helper."
Qin Yuhe: "Who?"
Song Xinya: "A seventeen-year-old with the strength of a bull. He's great at fighting and could throw the Earth like a bowling ball. A free bodyguard."
Qin Yuhe: "Song Tingye?"
Song Xinya: "My brother is a top student, he doesn't fight. This kind of thing requires a school bully."
Qin Yuhe: "Which school bully?"
Song Xinya: "That blond young master, Jin Ruizhi."
Qin Yuhe had heard of this young master. He was a notorious delinquent and second-generation rich kid in the capital circle. With a head of blond hair swaying in the wind, he stood out wherever he went. From a distance, his head looked exactly like a sunflower.
He warned her, "This young master is definitely not a good guy. You might end up getting the short end of the stick interacting with him."
Song Xinya: "Don't worry, I've already tamed this beast. In front of others, he's a big tiger, but in front of me, he's a little kitty."
Glancing at the time, she sat up from his embrace. Her fingers smoothed over his suit jacket, pressing out every single crease she had made.
"Hurry to the airport, don't be late and don't delay your work."
She briskly opened the door and stepped out of the car, walking straight toward the company entrance without looking back.
Qin Yuhe watched her back until she disappeared through the entrance, blocked by the closing doors.
Usually, when they were in bed, she was obedient and clingy. No matter how he varied his methods to vigorously bully her, she would gently cooperate. Even if he bullied her until she cried her pillow wet, she would still affectionately hug his arm when falling asleep.
But once out of bed, this attachment vanished.
Out of bed, Song Xinya no longer needed Qin Yuhe.
Realizing this, Qin Yuhe smiled helplessly. Was his purpose to her no different from a vibrator?
...
As Song Xinya walked into the lobby of the Qin Group headquarters, Song Xuanli, Li Cuirou, and Zhang Yingying walked over to meet her.
The three of them had been waiting here to corner her.
Song Xuanli: "I heard CEO Qin came back last night."
Song Xinya: "Your information is so well-informed, did you hide under our bed to eavesdrop?"
Song Xuanli's old face flushed with embarrassment: "What kind of nonsense is that? How could I possibly do something like hiding under a bed to eavesdrop?"
Song Xinya: "You don't hide under beds, you just mess around in bed with mistresses."
Li Cuirou: "Xinxin, don't talk about your father like that."
Song Xinya: "The moment the word 'mistress' is mentioned, you immediately jump out. I guess you have some self-awareness."
Zhang Yingying gritted her teeth and said hatefully, "Can you stop slandering my parents? My mom and dad are open and aboveboard."
Song Xinya: "People can't stop being cheap, just like dogs can't stop eating shit. Cheating happens either zero times or countless times. If Song Xuanli could hook up with your mom before his last marriage even ended, then now that he's married to your mom, he can just as easily hook up with another mistress."
"Your dad and your mom might be open and aboveboard now, but who knows, maybe one day your mom's position will be replaced by another mistress."
Li Cuirou recalled how Song Xuanli hadn't come home for the past few days. Feeling uneasy, she looked at him with worry: "Hubby, say something."
Zhang Yingying's thoughts were also thrown into disarray, a trace of a sob lingering in her anxious voice: "Dad, you wouldn't do something like that, right?"
The mother and daughter grabbed Song Xuanli tightly from the left and right, insisting he give them an explanation.
The three of them pulled and tugged, tangled together.
Song Xinya retreated unscathed and continued walking forward.
Song Xuanli watched Song Xinya walk further and further away, and violently shook off his left and right arms, throwing the mother and daughter aside.
"Is now the time to discuss this? Did you forget our purpose for coming today? We're here to talk to Song Xinya and get the Qin family to pass the Song family's bidding documents."
Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying: "Oh, right, right, right."
Song Xuanli chased after Song Xinya, and Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying followed suit.
At the elevator doors, Song Xinya waited for them with calm composure.
Last time, the result of their negotiation was: Song Xuanli agreed to give 20% of the shares to Song Xinya, but insisted that the company founded by Song Xinya's mother still be called Rouying Education Technology Co., Ltd.
Song Xuanli walked over and stood to one side of the elevator doors.
Song Xinya asked curiously, "What kind of sincerity are you prepared to show this time?"
Song Xuanli: "My plan is this. Chinese people value the doctrine of the mean. Let's not be so stubborn. Let's be flexible and each take a step back. The company name will be Rouya Education Technology Co., Ltd."
Song Xinya: "The character from your mistress wife's name doesn't deserve to be put next to mine, let alone in front of mine. You treat your mistress wife so well; when you drop dead from a heart attack tomorrow, be sure to drag her down to be buried with you."
The elevator doors opened, and Song Xinya stepped inside: "If you want the Qin family to pass the Song family's bidding documents, my two conditions are indispensable. There is no room for negotiation."
"First, rename Rouying Education Technology Co., Ltd. to Yating Education Technology Co., Ltd. Second, transfer twenty percent of the shares of Yating Education Technology Co., Ltd. to my name."
"If you don't agree, then don't come looking for me and don't waste my time. Your time is worthless, but as Mrs. Qin, every second of my time is worth its weight in gold."
The elevator doors slowly closed. Song Xinya looked straight ahead, not sparing the three of them a single glance. At this moment, she was the one in power.
...
After arriving at the company, Song Xinya checked the time frequently throughout the morning.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, the paternity test results would be out.
She had never looked forward to one o'clock in the afternoon so much.
The anticipation, anxiety, and longing in her heart, along with the fear that the results might not be what she expected—all sorts of emotions intertwined.
It was somewhat similar to the feeling after an exam, when you want to know your score but are also afraid to find out.
Her nerves were constantly taut, the string in her mind stretched to its absolute limit.
At noon, Tiantianquan asked her out for lunch, and she agreed without hesitation.
She needed a change of mood. If she stayed tense any longer, the string was going to snap.
Inside a Sichuan restaurant, Tiantianquan sized up Song Xinya: "Bestie, your husband is back, right?"
Song Xinya: "Are you some kind of immortal who can predict the future?"
Tiantianquan: "Do I even need to predict it? Just look at your complexion, your face is greasy and shiny."
Song Xinya: "Huh?"
Tiantianquan: "Pfft, pfft, pfft, I misspoke. Not greasy and shiny, I mean radiant."
"This pretty little face of yours has such a great complexion, it's glowing with bling-bling sparkles."
Song Xinya: "Am I a firefly? Glowing with bling-bling sparkles."
Tiantianquan: "Seriously, bestie, your complexion right now is even better than if you had just gotten a fancy laser facial. One look and anyone can tell you just finished getting laid by your husband."
"Cosmetic treatments are all artificial technology and harsh methods. How could they possibly compare to the action between you and your husband? Purely natural, zero additives, primal, fierce, and absolutely mind-blowing."
Song Xinya knew that hanging out with Tiantianquan was guaranteed to lift her spirits. Sure enough, her mind was no longer tense, and her outlook had taken a gloriously raunchy turn!
Lunch was incredibly enjoyable, spent entirely listening to Tiantianquan tell dirty jokes.
After the meal, Song Xinya stepped out of the Sichuan restaurant. It was now one in the afternoon.
Ding, her phone chimed.
Qin Yuhe had sent over the DNA test report.
Song Xinya tapped it open and looked at the results.
The report clearly stated that the relationship between her and Jian Yiyi was—
