The way Qin Yuhe looked at Song Xinya at this moment was genuine and tender, with the light from the desk lamp reflecting in his dark pupils, making them gleam brightly and reminding Song Xinya of the dazzling stars in the Milky Way.
His fingers brushed across her cheek, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
"Yaya, I’m very grateful for what you did for me today, but if something like that happens again, I hope you won’t rush to the front."
He bent down and kissed her lips, the tip of his nose touching hers, and said softly, "I’m worried you’ll get hurt."
Song Xinya felt like a creamy ice cream about to melt in his tenderness.
Her heart pounded wildly as she wrapped her arms around his back and pressed his head into her neck.
"I’m fine, don’t worry about me," she said.
Qin Yuhe replied, "Things like that—if something goes wrong, it’s a big deal. Are you a little foolish?"
Song Xinya answered, "Not foolish. My husband—if I don’t protect you, who will?"
Qin Yuhe buried his face in her neck and let out a deep laugh.
She really was foolish.
The heat of his breath sprayed across her delicate skin, making her shiver sensitively.
Song Xinya hugged his lean, strong body, inhaling the clean scent radiating from him. Her palm, resting on his back, tingled with an itch and a growing urge to act.
"Qin Yuhe, I saved your life today. You can’t just praise me with words, can you?"
Qin Yuhe followed her lead and asked, "What reward do you want?"
Song Xinya said, "Let me touch your abs."
Qin Yuhe asked, "Just that?"
Song Xinya replied, "Yeah."
Qin Yuhe said, "You know I’m very rich, right? You could ask me for money freely."
Song Xinya didn’t want to ask him for money. She was willing to charge into danger for him, to risk her life to protect him—not for money, but because, simply because—
She loved him.
Her love for him was pure, without ulterior motives and unrelated to wealth.
She didn’t want her love for him to be stained with the taint of worldly greed.
She admitted she loved money—as long as she lived in this world, everything from food and clothing to housing and transportation required money. Money was a necessity for survival, and loving it was human nature, nothing to be ashamed of.
But when it came to saving him, she didn’t want to talk about money.
The world was complicated, and people’s hearts were treacherous. She kept a pure land in her heart, a small, clean, and simple world that held only him.
Song Xinya rested her delicate chin on his shoulder and gently bumped her head against his: "I don’t want money. Just let me touch your abs."
Qin Yuhe said, "So you want my body."
Song Xinya sighed, "I do, but you can’t give it."
Qin Yuhe said, "Don’t provoke me."
Song Xinya replied, "What if I do?"
Qin Yuhe said, "I can’t handle being provoked. The moment you provoke me, I get excited."
Song Xinya froze, then understood. Blushing with playful anger, she slapped his back hard.
She asked, a bit puzzled, "You’re so busy with work every day, managing such a big company, handling so many things. Where do you learn all these little flirtatious remarks?"
Qin Yuhe replied, "From you."
Song Xinya was speechless.
"I’m innocent! I’m wronged! You’re falsely accusing me, and now I’m mad."
Qin Yuhe said, "I’ll let you touch my abs."
Song Xinya immediately said, "I’m not mad anymore."
He rolled off her and lay flat on his back, making it easy for her to enjoy the view.
She didn’t disappoint him with such a convenient position. Her little claws roamed all over him, scratching and grasping.
Her fingers traced over his eight-pack abs, feeling each one carefully. She slipped her fingers into the grooves between the muscles, rubbing slowly.
Qin Yuhe’s breathing grew heavier.
Song Xinya poked his abs with her finger: "So hard."
She scratched at them again: "And so big."
Qin Yuhe rested the back of his hand over his eyes and laughed: "Are you talking about my abs?"
Song Xinya glanced downward and replied, "Yes."
She seemed very interested in his abs, still stroking them after a while: "This is the first time I’ve played with a man’s abs like this."
Qin Yuhe said, "Really?"
Song Xinya felt his tone carried a hint of disbelief.
Qin Yuhe added, "Never played with them before?"
Song Xinya caught the testing edge in his words and answered, "No, I haven’t."
A year ago, when she slept with that man, after it was done, he pulled up his pants, left her a single dollar coin, and ran off.
There was no way she had touched that man’s abs.
She had only ever slept with two men.
To be fair, both men were incredibly skilled at it.
Of course, Song Xinya wasn’t foolish enough to say to her husband, "I slept with another man before, and he made me feel really good too."
If she said that, Qin Yuhe would probably kill her.
Lost in thought, her mind wandered, and her hand unconsciously drifted downward, touching something.
Qin Yuhe let out a tight, strained groan from deep in his chest: "Mm…"
Song Xinya snapped back to reality. Her hand jerked back as if burned, and she let out a scream: "Aaaahhhhh!"
Qin Yuhe sat up and said, "What’s the matter? Touching my family like that gets you excited?"
Song Xinya was speechless.
"I was scared, okay!"
Qin Yuhe said, "We’ve already slept together. Why are you so scared just from a little touch?"
Song Xinya said, "It feels different."
Qin Yuhe stood up and walked toward the bathroom: "I’m going to take a cold shower."
Song Xinya asked, "Why are you taking a cold shower again?"
Qin Yuhe stopped at the bathroom door, turned back to look at her, and said, "If I don’t take a cold shower, do you want to help me with your hand?"
Song Xinya quickly dove under the covers: "Go ahead and shower."
By the time Qin Yuhe finished his cold shower, Song Xinya was already asleep (pretending to be).
The bedroom lights were all off, and the room fell into quiet darkness.
On the bed, the man reached out his arm, pulled the woman who had been lying at the edge—far enough apart to fit a highway between them—into his embrace.
He kissed her forehead and said warmly, "You worked hard today."
Song Xinya replied, "President Qin worked even harder."
That standard boss-employee exchange made Qin Yuhe laugh.
His hand gently patted her back, soothing her like a child: "Go to sleep."
"Mm," Song Xinya murmured. Wrapped in his arms, she felt a warm and steady sense of security and soon fell asleep in his embrace.
The next day, Song Xinya received a call from Grandma Qin: "Yaya, it’s Grandma. I haven’t seen you and Little He in a long time. Grandpa and I really miss you two."
"Now that Little He’s abdominal stitches have been removed successfully, and you’ll be heading to work at the office tomorrow, take advantage of today’s free time and come to the old house. Let’s have a nice meal together."
Song Xinya replied, "Sure, Grandma. I’ll tell Little He and we’ll come right over."
She went to the study and told Qin Yuhe about it.
Qin Yuhe said, "Be mentally prepared."
Song Xinya asked, "Prepared for what? Is the food bad?"
Qin Yuhe glanced at her lower belly and said, "Be prepared to be pressured about having a baby."
Song Xinya said, "Grandma didn’t mention anything about that. She just said to come over for a meal."
Qin Yuhe: "You'll know when we get there."
