Song Xinya ran after Song Tingye, aiming to hit him.
Qin Yuhe seemed to have already predicted her move. The moment her hands released his pants, he quickly grabbed the waistband with both hands, avoiding the awkward sight of his trousers slipping down to his ankles.
Song Xinya's palm landed on Song Tingye's head with a slap—
"You and your big mouth! Can't you stop spouting nonsense for one day? It'll kill you, won't it?"
"Keep that mouth of yours in check! We're not competing for attention here!"
Song Tingye clutched his head and dodged: "Ahhh, help! My sister is murdering her own brother!"
Song Xinya chased after him, grabbing his collar with one hand and smacking him three more times with loud slaps.
Song Tingye's head wobbled like a bobblehead, stars spinning before his eyes: "What kind of world is this? Can't a guy even speak the truth anymore? I just said what I saw, and now I'm half-dead from the beating."
Song Xinya: "Seeing isn't always believing."
Song Tingye: "Then tell me, what were you doing just now? Don't tell me you were checking what color my brother-in-law's underwear is."
Song Xinya: "I was checking your brother-in-law's wound."
Song Tingye: "And how's my brother-in-law's wound?"
Song Xinya: "I hadn't even started checking before you interrupted."
Song Tingye: "That sounds fake. Go ahead, Sis, keep making excuses. I'm listening."
Song Xinya raised her arm again.
"Ahhhhh!" Song Tingye clutched his head and ran off.
Song Xinya let out a long sigh: "What a ruckus."
Qin Yuhe nodded in agreement: "Every time I come home, I feel like I've stepped into the Water Curtain Cave at Flower and Fruit Mountain, with a bunch of monkeys causing chaos all around."
Song Xinya patted his shoulder: "You've been through a lot."
Qin Yuhe: "Likewise, likewise."
Back inside the house, Qin Yuhe went to his study to continue working.
He had just turned on his computer when Song Xinya walked over gracefully, gently parted his legs, knelt between them, undid his belt, and started pulling down his pants.
Qin Yuhe looked down at his wife between his legs, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
Song Xinya looked up at him: "You just focus on your work."
Qin Yuhe: "With you like this, how can I possibly focus on work?"
Song Xinya: "Like what? I'm just checking your wound."
Qin Yuhe: "That doesn't stop my mind from wandering all over the place."
Let him wander if he wanted, she thought. He'd been holding back for so many days anyway.
Song Xinya lifted his shirt, pushed his pants down lower, and saw his wound.
A long line stretched across his flawless skin, the stitches embedded deep in his flesh. Just looking at it made the terrifying pain feel real.
Song Xinya's heart clenched painfully.
She had seen his wound many times, but every single time, it still hurt.
In an instant, Song Xinya sank into a low, gloomy mood.
With a soft click, Qin Yuhe switched on the desk lamp. A cluster of bright light dispelled the darkness, illuminating the entire room.
His gentle voice reached her ears: "Yaya, I'm fine."
Song Xinya looked up to see his handsome, refined face smiling at her tenderly.
In an instant, she pulled herself out of the negative emotions, pouted her rosy lips, and smiled back at him.
"The wound hasn't torn. The stitches are still intact—nothing's come undone."
Qin Yuhe: "If nothing unexpected happens, the stitches can be removed the day after tomorrow."
Song Xinya: "I'll go to the hospital with you when you get them out."
Qin Yuhe: "You're not busy?"
Song Xinya: "I've finished everything I needed to do. I won't be going out over the next couple of days; I'll stay home with you the whole time."
Qin Yuhe: "You promise?"
Song Xinya rose up slightly and kissed his lips: "I promise."
Her soft, fair hands gripped his belt and fastened it back in the middle.
Qin Yuhe sounded a bit regretful: "That's it?"
Song Xinya looked up at him, her charming eyes glistening: "What else did you want to do?"
Qin Yuhe: "With you in that position, we could do something else."
With a click, Song Xinya finished buckling his belt and stood up from between his legs.
"No."
Qin Yuhe: "So heartless."
Song Xinya: "Not until your body is fully healed, and that's final."
As she walked past him, he grabbed her hand, gently squeezed her palm, and looked up at her delicate, beautiful face: "After I'm better, will you kneel down... just once?"
Song Xinya turned her head toward the door. In the bright light, her ears turned crimson: "Focus on your work for now."
Her pinky finger hooked his.
Qin Yuhe received her signal.
The study door opened and closed again. He sat in his chair, smiling to himself for a while, then started working.
At eleven o'clock that night, Qin Yuhe finished the day's work, showered in the study's attached bathroom, and returned to the second-floor bedroom.
By then, Song Xinya was lying in bed reading a book, her expression serious.
Qin Yuhe walked toward her: "What are you reading?"
Song Xinya: "A business management book."
Qin Yuhe climbed into bed and pulled up the covers: "Thinking about running a company?"
Song Xinya: "Yes!"
She sat up in bed: "I've now secured twenty percent of the shares in Yating Education Technology Company. I'm tied with Song Xuanli as the largest shareholder. It's only a matter of time before I take back the entire company."
Qin Yuhe: "What can I do to help?"
Song Xinya: "Be my strong support. When I need help, don't worry—I won't hesitate to ask."
Qin Yuhe: "And I won't hesitate to help."
Song Xinya put her book on the nightstand, slid under the covers, planted a loud kiss on Qin Yuhe's face, and buried her head in his neck, nuzzling him.
Qin Yuhe's thoughts began to wander.
Song Xinya pulled away in an instant, turned her back to him, and said: "Time to sleep!"
Qin Yuhe: "..."
One second she was kissing and cuddling, the next she was giving him her back.
A man's voice rang out in the bedroom: "Mrs. Qin, don't you think that transition was a bit abrupt?"
Song Xinya: "I'm not abrupt—I'm soft as anything."
"And look at me..."
Qin Yuhe turned over, wrapped his arms around her from behind, pressing his firm body tightly against hers, and gave her a firm nudge.
Song Xinya let out a startled gasp: "Uh..."
She blushed furiously: "You... bastard..."
Qin Yuhe: "Isn't this how I am every night and every morning?"
Song Xinya: "Can't you control yourself a little?"
Qin Yuhe: "My wife is too beautiful. I can't control myself."
He kissed her neck, skillfully, with delicate nips, bites, and licks.
Song Xinya: "I feel like a piece of food."
Qin Yuhe: "You are my food."
His hand moved downward, and he began toying with her again.
Yet another fresh bedsheet was soaked through.
Song Xinya, thoroughly satisfied, lay on the newly changed sheets. Every cell in her body felt a lazy contentment, and she drifted drowsily toward sleep.
She heard Qin Yuhe go into the bathroom and start another cold shower.
Every day he toyed with her, every day he took a cold shower.
At least she was being well taken care of. As for him—what was he getting out of it?
Altruistic devotion to pleasing his wife?
