In the study, Qin Yuhe sat in his office chair handling work, while Song Xinya sat at a small table by the window, studying the business administration materials he had prepared for her.
Warm, soft light filtered through the window lattice into the room, scattering tiny patches of brightness on the desk and sofa, with dust motes drifting slowly in the gentle glow.
Song Xinya grew tired from studying and looked up, catching sight of his strikingly handsome profile.
The fatigue from learning instantly vanished.
Looking at a handsome man truly benefits both body and mind.
That saying really isn’t false.
Throughout the afternoon, he worked, and she studied—each busy with their own tasks, without disturbing the other. The time passed quietly and productively.
Song Xinya spent the whole afternoon absorbing business management knowledge, never once feeling bored; in fact, she found it utterly absorbing.
In the past, it was always Song Xinya teaching others, and people praised her as an excellent teacher.
Now, it was Qin Yuhe teaching her, and she willingly acknowledged him as an excellent teacher.
When someone is willing to spend time, energy, and thought to teach you difficult concepts in simple, easy-to-understand language, and to make sure you truly understand—it’s rare to find such a person. Once you do, how fortunate you are.
Song Xinya gazed at Qin Yuhe, her eyes filled with love and admiration.
The man, staring at his computer screen, spoke: “What are you looking at me for?”
Song Xinya propped one arm on the table, her palm cradling her cheek: “You didn’t even look at me, how did you know I was looking at you?”
Qin Yuhe: “Intuition.”
Song Xinya: “Your intuition is surprisingly accurate. Then guess what I want to do right now?”
He turned around, and she, cheek resting on her hand, gave him a sweet, enchanting smile.
Under his watchful gaze, she stood up, walked gracefully over to him, and sat down on his lap.
Qin Yuhe still held the mouse in one hand, while her head rested on his arm.
She tilted her bright, radiant face upward, her shimmering eyes brimming with playful mischief and feigned innocence.
“Am I disturbing your work?”
Qin Yuhe: “What do you think?”
Song Xinya: “If I am, I’ll leave.”
She made a move to get up.
Qin Yuhe let out a low laugh, let go of the mouse, reached out to pinch her soft, fair cheek, and pressed her back down onto his lap.
“You’re not disturbing me.”
Song Xinya settled contentedly in his arms.
Qin Yuhe looked down at her, his gaze sweeping over her curvaceous figure: “Have you finished the materials I organized for you?”
Song Xinya: “Are you testing my progress?”
Qin Yuhe: “Yes. If your answer isn’t good, Teacher Qin will have to punish you.”
Song Xinya: “I’ve gone through it once. I feel like I have a systematic and comprehensive understanding of running a company, but I think it’s not enough. Confucius said, ‘Reviewing the old helps one understand the new.’ I plan to read it another five or six times.”
Qin Yuhe: “A thing like this—shouldn’t you understand it all after just one reading?”
“…” Song Xinya: “Do you think I’m you? That I can learn everything in one go? Compared to ordinary people, I’m already pretty smart, you know.”
Qin Yuhe: “Not good enough. You need to be punished.”
Song Xinya understood—he just wanted an excuse to punish her.
“No, no.”
Qin Yuhe’s hand slid up under the hem of her top, pushing her bra up in one motion.
Song Xinya flushed crimson and trembled.
She grabbed his arm tightly, her breathing growing heavier.
The study filled with sounds like a kitten’s soft whimpers, moans, and gasps—a series of ahhs and ohhs and wows.
Qin Yuhe seized her forcefully and whispered, “Keep it down. Don’t you worry someone might hear us?”
Song Xinya was left speechless. He’s the one doing things he shouldn’t, and he tells me to keep quiet. Hmph.
Qin Yuhe’s movements grew even rougher.
Song Xinya responded even louder with a stream of whimpers, murmurs, gasps, moans, and cries.
Just as the atmosphere in the room reached its peak, a knock sounded at the study door.
Three sharp raps startled Song Xinya. She immediately clamped her mouth shut, stifling any more sounds.
Qin Yuhe’s voice turned cold. “Who is it?”
To his surprise, it was his assistant.
“President Qin, I have an urgent matter to report.”
Qin Yuhe yanked her bra back down and withdrew his hand.
Song Xinya rose from his lap, straightened her rumpled clothes, and moved to the small table by the window, sitting with her back to the door.
Her cheeks were flushed bright red, a clear giveaway that something indecent had been going on in the study between her and President Qin.
In truth, the two of them had been occupied with work and study all day long. They had only “fooled around” a few minutes.
The study door opened, and the assistant stepped inside.
When he noticed Song Xinya, he paused briefly.
Standing beside Qin Yuhe, the assistant said, “President Qin, a situation has suddenly erupted involving a business secret…”
He hesitated, glancing at Song Xinya.
Qin Yuhe said, “When it comes to my company’s business secrets, there’s no need to hide them from my wife.”
The assistant froze in surprise for a moment. President Qin had always kept business secrets, even from his own father. He had never let anyone else in on such matters before. But now he was making an exception.
Recovering, the assistant continued, “President Qian, who took out a one-hundred-million loan from Qin’s Bank, borrowed the money under the pretense of doing business. Instead, he went to Macau and gambled it all away, lost a total of three hundred million yuan, and now his company has gone bankrupt and collapsed. Qin’s Bank has sued him, and all his real estate has been seized.”
“He has a son with polio whose legs are paralyzed. Right now, he’s holding the son in front of the media, playing the victim, claiming you, President Qin, are ruthless and refused to lend him money, forcing his company to fail and leaving his family homeless and destitute.”
Song Xinya opened her phone and saw that the trending hashtag had topped the charts, with a headline designed to grab attention and stir up emotions:
#President Qin Cruelly Mistreats Ordinary Citizens# [Explosive]
Song Xinya couldn’t hold back her anger. “The Qin Group already lent him one hundred million yuan. He gambled it all away himself, got his company into trouble, and made himself homeless! It’s all his own fault! Why should he blame President Qin!”
She grew more indignant as she spoke, her voice rising until she was practically steaming with fury.
Qin Yuhe, however, remained calm and composed. “Because not everyone in this world is reasonable.”
Song Xinya asked, “What do we do now?”
Qin Yuhe made quick, decisive decisions. “Initiate crisis management. On one hand, control public opinion—take down the trending topic and delete false reports. On the other hand, redirect the fire—leak the video of President Qian gambling in Macau, and send evidence of his soliciting prostitutes, engaging in prostitution, and using drugs to the major media outlets and online gossip bloggers.”
The assistant took the orders and left to carry them out immediately.
Two minutes later, when Song Xinya opened her phone again, the trending topic about President Qin’s mistreatment of ordinary citizens had disappeared. In its place—
# Money Family CEO is a Pest Involved in Porn, Gambling, and Drugs # [Trending]
The situation immediately reversed, and the public, who had previously sympathized with the Money Family CEO and stood on his side, turned to condemn him fiercely.
