Was it because she had been busy with her sister Song Tingyou's affairs since returning home today and had ignored him, so he was jealous?
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No way?
Thinking of Qin Yuhe's usual elegant, proper, and reserved demeanor, how could he be jealous over such a trivial matter?
Our President Qin wasn't such a petty person.
Song Xinya pondered Qin Yuhe's words, "Worrying about a bunch of younger siblings and still remembering me, it must be hard on you."
She savored it; this sentence could be understood in two completely different ways—
One was jealousy.
Song Xinya passed on this interpretation.
The other was a compliment.
He was praising her for being gentle, considerate, and thoughtful, not forgetting her husband even while busy with her siblings.
After a brief thought, Song Xinya looked up, her bright, watery eyes gazing at him: "Thanks for the compliment."
Qin Yuhe: "..."
What "excellent" reading comprehension.
He asked, "When you were in school, did you favor certain subjects over others?"
Song Xinya: "I did favor certain subjects. My science grades were better than my arts grades. Out of all the subjects, my language arts was relatively the worst."
She asked him, "How did you know? Did you investigate me privately?"
Qin Yuhe: "Does that even need investigating? I could tell at a glance."
Song Xinya: "What do you mean by that?"
Qin Yuhe: "What do you think?"
Song Xinya: "Praising me for being smart, that even though I favored certain subjects and my language arts grades were bad, I still managed to get into a good university?"
Qin Yuhe: "......"
Truly born of the same mother as Song Tingye.
Other people used blood tests to recognize relatives; these siblings could just use their language arts grades.
Because Song Xinya was distracted while chatting with Qin Yuhe, her hands were a bit heavy, pressing down on his wound with a bit too much force.
Qin Yuhe let out a muffled groan: "You're hurting me a bit."
Song Xinya: "Then I'll be gentler from now on."
Qin Yuhe: "You don't need to be too gentle."
Song Xinya: "I don't like it too gentle either."
The corners of Qin Yuhe's lips curled up into an arc: "You like it heavy, fast, and big."
He was starting to act shamelessly again.
The cotton swab in Song Xinya's hand pressed down on the wound on his abdomen with force.
"Hiss—" Qin Yuhe gasped, no longer able to act shamelessly.
Song Xinya: "I felt like if I used a lighter touch, the medicine wouldn't be applied evenly, so I used a bit more force."
She pretended to take out her phone: "I think applying medicine is a very important matter. I'm worried about hurting you again or not applying enough, so I'll call the doctor and ask him."
The call went through, and the director of the burn department asked, "Mrs. Qin, what can I do for you?"
Song Xinya: "How much of the ointment you prescribed for President Qin should I apply at a time, and what's the best way to apply it?"
Doctor: "Mrs. Qin, let's have a video call. I'll teach you how to apply the medicine for President Qin."
After the video call connected, the doctor personally demonstrated and patiently guided Song Xinya.
After the demonstration, the doctor said to Song Xinya, "Mrs. Qin, just apply it to Mr. Qin like this."
Song Xinya: "Okay, I'll do Mr. Qin."
Qin Yuhe raised an eyebrow, a flash of amusement in his eyes.
The video call ended, and Song Xinya set her phone aside.
She looked at Qin Yuhe, meeting his gaze: "Don't just stand there, come here, I'll do you."
Qin Yuhe walked over to her with his long legs: "I'll strictly follow the doctor's orders and obediently not resist."
Song Xinya: "..."
"Where is your mind wandering? I meant 'do' as in applying the medicine."
Qin Yuhe's tone was lazy: "Really? I thought you meant 'do' as in doing it in bed."
Song Xinya ignored his deliberate interruption and said, "Sit on the bed, I'll apply the medicine for you."
Qin Yuhe: "In the past, it was always me applying medicine to you. Now you're applying medicine to me too."
Song Xinya's face flushed slightly. She naturally knew where he was talking about applying medicine to her.
Speaking of this, she suddenly realized: "It seems I haven't needed to apply medicine for a long time."
Qin Yuhe: "Just like I told you before, this matter is like eating. At first, your appetite is small, but as you eat more and your stomach expands, your appetite naturally grows."
"When a flower bud first blooms, it's tender, but after experiencing the impact, beating, and watering of countless rainstorms, it naturally becomes tough and can withstand even more furious storms."
Song Xinya's lowered eyelashes trembled, her cheeks dusting pink: "Stop talking, let's apply the medicine."
Qin Yuhe sat on the bed.
He wanted to say, pull up a chair and sit opposite me.
But Song Xinya crouched between his legs.
Qin Yuhe: "Do you particularly like this position?"
Song Xinya slapped his thigh with her palm: "I just told you to stop talking, and you're still talking."
Qin Yuhe: "Stop hitting me, I'm not a spinning top."
Song Xinya: "You're a glutton for punishment, asking for a smack."
Following the doctor's instructions, she squeezed out a soybean-sized amount of medicine and used a cotton swab to apply it to his wound bit by bit.
The cotton swab rubbed back and forth on his wound, a slight pain mixed with strands of itchiness.
Her thick, long eyelashes drooped slightly, her gaze focused on the wound on his waist and abdomen.
He stared at her, from a top-down perspective, admiring her petite nose tip and plump red lips.
"Are you going to work tomorrow?"
Song Xinya: "No."
Qin Yuhe: "What are your plans?"
Song Xinya: "I want to take Youyou to the SKP mall to buy her some clothes."
Qin Yuhe understood Song Xinya's feelings. Her sister had been abducted for so many years and suffered so much. Now that they had finally reunited, she naturally wanted to make it up to her sister and give her the best things.
"I'll transfer two million to you. Have a good time shopping with your sister tomorrow."
Song Xinya looked up at him: "Why are you suddenly giving me so much money?"
Qin Yuhe: "I'm your husband. Isn't it perfectly natural for me to give you money?"
Song Xinya: "Right now, you're paying for my grandmother's monthly nursing home fees, and the allowance you give me every month is more than enough for me to spend."
The things she usually ate, wore, and used, those luxury dresses worth hundreds of thousands, and Hermes bags worth millions, were all bought by Qin Yuhe.
The 200,000 yuan allowance was basically just milk tea money for her.
Song Xinya loved money, but she wasn't greedy.
"You don't need to transfer any more money to me. The allowance you give me, the two million you transferred to me before, and the four million Grandma transferred to me are enough to last me a very, very long time."
Qin Yuhe picked up his phone and transferred five million to Song Xinya.
The sound of coins arriving in the account rang out.
After Song Xinya finished applying the medicine for Qin Yuhe, she put the ointment away, picked up her phone, and her eyes widened when she saw the extra five million in her account.
She looked at Qin Yuhe in astonishment: "Didn't you say two million?"
Qin Yuhe: "Grandma gave you four million. As your husband, I can't give you less than she did."
President Qin was a person with a very strong desire to win. Even when transferring money to others, he had to win.
Recently, Song Xinya had been on leave. She hadn't worked for twenty days, but she had made eleven million!!
It was basically like picking up free money!
Song Xinya looked at her bank account, then at Qin Yuhe: "Aren't you being a bit too generous?"
Qin Yuhe: "It's just five million, pocket change."
Song Xinya: "You transferred five million to me, should I give you five kisses?"
Qin Yuhe leaned against the headboard, arms crossed, his posture lazy and casual. "If you want to kiss me because I gave you money, there's no need. If it's because you genuinely want to kiss me from the bottom of your heart, then you may."
He picked up the book on the nightstand, lowered his head, and flipped through the pages with his long, slender fingers.
Song Xinya looked at him, pressed the screen lock button, and stopped looking at her bank account.
She sat beside him, cupped his face in her hands, lifted it, and gently kissed his lips.
"I kissed you because I wanted to in my heart."
Qin Yuhe pressed the tip of his tongue against the inside of his cheek. "Feels good."
Song Xinya smiled. "It was just a peck."
Qin Yuhe: "Not enough, right? I feel the same way."
Song Xinya: "I didn't mean..." that.
"Mmph..."
Qin Yuhe lifted her chin with his fingers and lowered his head to kiss her.
His thin lips lingered over hers, his burning breath entering her mouth. The crisp, pleasant scent of the man wove a thick net, wrapping her tightly within it.
Song Xinya really liked it.
She couldn't help but respond to him, her hands climbing up his shoulders to hug his neck, her pale, slender fingers running through his thick black hair.
At times like this, her brain easily lacked oxygen. She tilted her neck back, panting softly, but still craved the wonderful feeling of kissing him, wanting a little more, wanting it to last a little longer.
His lips felt cool when she first tasted them, but as their kiss prolonged, they grew scorching hot.
The sensation of kissing was wonderful.
When her tongue touched his, it felt as if a nerve ending connected straight to her brain. Song Xinya could clearly feel the subtle, electric sensation on the tip of her tongue transmit instantly to her mind. Pleasure quickly took over her body and soul, her heart pounded, and every cell in her body brimmed with extreme joy.
Song Xinya panted heavily, her body softening and unable to hold itself up.
Qin Yuhe reached out, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her into his embrace.
The two were pressed together seamlessly.
Noticing she was out of breath, Qin Yuhe released her lips to let her catch her breath.
Song Xinya's red lips eagerly chased after his for a kiss, sucking on his lips, her wet tongue darting out in an urgent tremble to make him stay.
Qin Yuhe chuckled at her softly. "What a greedy little kitten."
Song Xinya sucked on his tongue, whimpering coquettishly, demanding more kisses from him.
With a soft, fragrant beauty in his arms acting so passionately and proactively, Qin Yuhe thoroughly enjoyed it.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, his aura pressing down as he suddenly became full of aggression.
His thin lips pressed heavily against hers, fiercely and urgently prying her lips open, driving straight in to conquer her mouth.
Song Xinya's face was flushed with a dripping allure. She felt as if she had fallen into the eye of a tornado, her consciousness blurring, floating like an immortal, completely surrendering to his dominant and fierce kiss.
By the time her reason returned, her body was sinking into the soft blanket, and her clothes had been stripped off by Qin Yuhe.
The cold air blowing from the air conditioner hit her bare skin. The contrast in temperature was too intense, as if she had instantly transitioned from a fiery summer into a freezing winter.
Song Xinya was jolted wide awake by the sensation.
She saw Qin Yuhe kneeling on either side of her body, in the middle of taking off his pants.
"Ah—"
Song Xinya propped herself up with her hands behind her back and sat up, her panicked hands grabbing his as he unbuckled his belt.
"The wound on your abdomen was just stitched up today!"
Qin Yuhe looked at her with deep, distant eyes, his bright black pupils entirely occupied by her face.
"I wasn't planning on doing it, I just wanted to get a little intimate with you."
Song Xinya: "Put your clothes on, and then we can get intimate."
Qin Yuhe laughed: "How are we supposed to get intimate with clothes on?"
Song Xinya: "Hugs."
Qin Yuhe: "Not enough."
Song Xinya: "Kisses."
Qin Yuhe: "Not enough."
Song Xinya: "Touches."
Qin Yuhe: "All three together, that barely makes do."
Song Xinya wrapped herself in the blanket, jumped out of bed, and pulled out a nightgown to put on.
She dug out a set of pajamas and handed it to him. "You put them on too."
Qin Yuhe sprawled out his limbs, lying flat on the bed. "I'm lazy and don't want to move. You dress me."
Song Xinya secretly called him in her heart: Baby Qin.
She dressed him in his pajamas as if she were taking care of a little baby.
She thought to herself that this could serve as early practice. Later, when she carried his child and the little baby was born, she wouldn't be flustered when taking care of the baby.
After both were dressed in their sleepwear, they lay down under the summer quilt.
Qin Yuhe hovered over her.
His hands were very beautiful, with distinct knuckles, well-proportioned and slender. Any movement he made looked as if he were caressing a piece of art.
Song Xinya shrank back slightly, letting him mold her as he pleased.
Qin Yuhe was a man who loved to study things deeply, in all aspects.
His hands moved as if plucking the strings of a harp, drawing sweet, delicate moans from her beneath his fingertips.
He toyed with her soft curves, his palms traversing continuous hills, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Have you gained weight?"
Thinking about how she hadn't exercised much lately and barely even walked, Song Xinya replied, "Maybe I did gain a little."
Qin Yuhe's palms suddenly tightened. "Let me measure."
His hands squeezed her waist again.
"Your waist is still just as slim. Only the two places that should be plumper have gotten a bit plumper."
Song Xinya: "Then it perfectly benefits you."
Qin Yuhe chuckled softly. "Absolutely."
...
The next day, since she didn't have to work, Song Xinya slept until she woke up naturally.
Last night, Qin Yuhe played with her for quite a while, but due to his physical condition, no matter how fiercely the flames burned, they ultimately had to call a truce.
The two of them didn't mess around too late into the night.
So this morning, Song Xinya didn't wake up too late either.
After waking up, she didn't see Qin Yuhe; he must have gone to handle work matters.
Coming down to the first floor, Song Xinya saw Song Tingye and Jin Ruizhi walking out of a room together.
"Young Master Jin successfully stayed the night?"
Jin Ruizhi: "Yeah, it cost me ten thousand yuan."
Song Xinya held her hand up to Song Tingye's mouth like a microphone: "Let me interview you. What does it feel like for two big boys to sleep naked in the same bed?"
Song Tingye coughed and cleared his throat, answering, "My feeling is that I didn't sleep naked in the same bed with Jin Ruizhi, so how would I know?"
Jin Ruizhi: "Last night I slept on the living room sofa, and Song Tingye slept in his own bed."
Song Xinya: "Then why did you still give him ten thousand yuan?"
Song Tingye: "Sis, you just don't get it. This is called the dedication of love."
Song Xinya: "I really can't understand the thought processes of rich people."
Song Tingye leaned close to Jin Ruizhi flatteringly: "I understand it perfectly. You can sleep on my sofa again tonight and give me another ten thousand."
Jin Ruizhi's gaze followed Song Tingyou as she walked out of the room: "Okay."
Song Tingye cheered inwardly. He had finally caught someone with more money than sense. How awesome.
