A Book.
“Busy as You Are, Be a Good Father”
— Don’t Be an Invisible Dad: A Good Father Beats a Good Teacher, a Dad’s Private Parenting Handbook.
Qin Yuhe: “I’ve only heard of private chefs.”
Song Xinya: “Now you know there’s such a thing as a private parenting handbook for good dads.”
Her pale, slender finger pointed at the cover. “See, it says here: a child’s growth cannot be redone, and a father’s guidance cannot be absent. Being a father is one of the most important careers a man can have. Study it well.”
Qin Yuhe flipped the book over in his hands, examining it. “Alright, a wife’s command is hard to defy. I’ll study it well.”
Before he left, Song Xinya reminded him, “I know you’re busy with work, but remember, after sitting for long periods, make sure to stand up and walk around.”
She glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then leaned her soft, fragrant body close to him and whispered, “Sitting too long affects your little tadpoles’ vitality. Even if you release a lot of them, if they’re sluggish and slow, they won’t be able to reach the egg, you know.”
Qin Yuhe’s lips curled slightly as his deep, dark eyes fixed on her.
Song Xinya continued, “When it comes to diet, eat more leeks and loaches lately. One boosts the little tadpoles’ motility, the other promotes production—hitting both fronts will make your little tadpoles numerous and energetic.”
“Also, avoid saunas, hot springs, and hot baths. All these affect little tadpole vitality.”
She went on and on, all of it centered around little tadpoles.
Qin Yuhe: “Song Xinya, are you concerned about me, or about my sperm?”
Song Xinya answered without hesitation: “The sperm.”
Qin Yuhe: “Then you should bend down and speak directly to my leg. You’re too far away—they can’t hear you.”
Song Xinya: “You hear me just fine. Pass the message along to them.”
Qin Yuhe said with mock seriousness: “I’ll be sure to relay your words.”
Song Xinya smiled and said, “I’ve said everything I needed to. You should go now. Don’t miss your flight.”
Qin Yuhe’s gaze lingered heavily on her face, a storm brewing beneath his eyes.
Originally, he planned to leave right after the meeting. Now, seeing her off, he felt something tangled in his heart—fine as spider silk, thousandfold, sticky and hard to shake, tugging at him and stirring up a reluctance to part.
In the past, business trips meant flying all over the world. Now, he didn’t want to go.
He thought, this must be what people call attachment.
As the president of a Fortune 500 company, he carried not just his family’s honor but also the livelihoods of hundreds of thousands of employees.
Qin Yuhe: “I’m leaving.”
Song Xinya waved at him: “Bye-bye.”
Qin Yuhe strode past her and walked forward.
Suddenly, he stopped short, turned back, came to her side, pressed his chest against her back, leaned his head over her shoulder, and kissed her cheek.
His lips were warm and soft, leaving a faint, tingling sensation on her skin.
A touch, then gone.
Song Xinya’s heart gave a sharp leap.
His voice came near her ear: “Now I’m really going.”
Song Xinya held her breath and softly hummed, “Mm.”
Qin Yuhe glanced at her earlobes, red as small cherries, smiled, patted her head, turned, and strode out.
The man was imposing, his posture straight as a towering tree.
At the door, the assistant saw Qin Yuhe approaching and quickly opened the car door.
From a distance, he noticed President Qin holding a document.
As he got closer, he saw it was “Busy as You Are, Be a Good Father.”
Assistant: “President Qin, is the missus expecting?”
Qin Yuhe: “Not yet.”
Assistant: “Then isn’t it a bit early to read that? Pregnancy alone takes ten months. You could wait until after the baby’s born.”
Qin Yuhe: “I like to fight my battles prepared.”
The assistant thought to himself: No wonder he’s the president—even his approach to having kids is ahead of the curve.
As the car drove toward the airport, the assistant, sitting in the passenger seat, turned to look at the back seat: “President Qin, after we arrive in Magic City today, there’s a drinking party to attend.”
Qin Yuhe: “Change it to a tea party.”
Assistant: “Why the sudden change to tea?”
Qin Yuhe: “I’m preparing for pregnancy. I can’t drink alcohol.”
The assistant understood. No wonder he’d been reading “Busy as You Are, Be a Good Father” ever since he got in the car.
He wasn’t even a father yet, but he was already working hard for the child. What a dedicated dad.
Qin Yuhe’s efforts didn’t stop at reading books. He also went online to research which positions were better for conception.
The internet recommended three positions: missionary, rear entry, and side-lying.
Each had its own advantages.
Qin Yuhe was not only a good teacher but also a good student. He liked to thoroughly investigate any question.
If one position helps with conception, then using all three in one night would surely increase the odds even more.
Taking risks leads to breakthroughs.
He made a unilateral decision: this was the plan.
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