Song Xinya opened the wardrobe and saw that three of Qin Yuhe's suits were missing. She guessed he had gone on another business trip today.
Because there was a bottomless pit of a glutton reincarnated from a starved ghost in the house—Song Tingye—they had dinner quite early.
By six in the evening, dinner was already on the table.
Since the only male at home was Song Tingye, Song Xinya did as she always did on days she didn't go out: she wore her nightgown all day.
It was a pure white silk slip dress that reached her knees, leaving her slender, pale calves exposed to the air.
The neckline wasn't too low, only revealing her slender neck and delicate collarbones.
The soft fabric clung to her figure, perfectly outlining her relaxed shoulders, slim waist, and soft, alluring curves.
It was a very simple design, but on her, it exuded a charming and seductive flair.
When the servants saw the young Mrs. Qin, even though they had been interacting with her for a few days, they were still struck by her beauty every time, feeling a momentary dizzying daze.
However, in Song Tingye's eyes, Song Xinya was just: a woman.
Song Xinya's appeal to Song Tingye was far less than that of the cold tossed beef on the table.
Song Xinya sat at the dining table while Song Tingye stared at the cold beef the entire time.
"Is my brother-in-law coming back for dinner tonight?"
Song Xinya: "No, let's start eating."
"Who said I wasn't coming back?" Unhurried footsteps sounded as Qin Yuhe walked in.
Song Xinya stood up in surprise. "Mr. Qin, weren't you supposed to go on a business trip today?"
Qin Yuhe: "Not anymore."
Song Xinya guessed he must have something to tell her.
Qin Yuhe glanced at the dishes in front of her and asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"
Song Xinya: "Not yet, we were just about to."
Qin Yuhe asked for her preference, "Would you be willing to come back to the Qin family's old residence with me for dinner now?"
Song Xinya knew this meant he was taking her home to meet his family.
"Sure."
Since they were already married, meeting the parents was a matter of course.
Qin Yuhe's gaze swept over her snow-white chest. "Go upstairs and change your clothes now. I'll wait for you."
As Song Xinya was about to head upstairs, Song Tingye spoke up, "Sis, Brother-in-law, neither of you is staying to eat with me. I'll be so lonely, I've lost my appetite."
Song Xinya glanced at his mouth, which was stuffed full of beef. "You seem to be enjoying it just fine. How much more appetite do you need? Are you trying to eat the whole Earth?"
Song Tingye looked at Qin Yuhe. "Brother-in-law, how about I go with you guys?"
Qin Yuhe pulled out a napkin with his long, slender fingers and covered Song Tingye's mouth. "Eat without speaking, sleep without talking."
The couple headed up to the second floor one after the other.
Song Tingye pulled the napkin off his mouth, reached out to grab a large chopstick-full of cold beef, stuffed it into his mouth, and let out a long sigh.
"Alas, it's too lonely. I can't even eat anymore."
...
In the second-floor bedroom, just as Song Xinya was taking off her nightgown, Qin Yuhe walked in.
The two thin straps had slipped from her shoulders down to her elbows, leaving her soft curves half-exposed.
Qin Yuhe was immediately greeted by the sight of deep cleavage.
Both of them froze.
Tiny sparks seemed to flash in the air.
Song Xinya was not yet used to revealing her body in front of Qin Yuhe, nor had she ever fully exposed herself to him.
She quickly pulled the slipped straps back up, grabbed a dress from the wardrobe, and walked toward the bathroom.
Qin Yuhe didn't say anything. Although he was very confident in his own physique, if he were asked to stand completely naked in front of her right now, he would also feel a bit uncomfortable.
After changing into her dress, Song Xinya walked out of the bathroom to see Qin Yuhe sitting on the bed. His legs, wrapped in suit pants, were naturally slightly parted, and his deep, dark eyes were staring at her.
For some reason, the moment Song Xinya saw his eyes, she thought of a male lion hunting prey on the African savanna—full of aggression.
Her heart trembled fiercely.
Since it was her first time meeting her husband's family, Song Xinya naturally wasn't going to go bare-faced.
She sat in front of the mirror, picked up her various cosmetics, and skillfully applied her makeup.
A light press of bean-paste colored lipstick coated her moist lips, a gel eyeliner traced a smooth line along the roots of her eyelashes, and her eyebrows were drawn in a soft, slight arch.
Her base makeup was very light because her skin was snow-white and delicate, with nothing that needed concealing.
While she did her makeup, Qin Yuhe sat quietly beside her, waiting without a single word of urging.
He held a book in his hands, entirely in English.
Song Xinya's English grades had always been excellent. During her school years, she had even won the grand prize in the National College Student English Competition.
She looked at the cover of the book; translated into Chinese, the title was Wuthering Heights.
The entire book mainly revolved around the emotional entanglements of the male and female protagonists.
There was a very famous quote from it—
Do not leave me in a hell without you.
The male protagonist Heathcliff's love for the female protagonist Catherine was as fierce as fire and as crazed as a beast, a love that ran through his entire life.
During their first blind date, he had been reading this very book.
The pages showed signs of frequent flipping; he had clearly read it more than once.
The more she understood Qin Yuhe, the more surprised Song Xinya became that he would read such a book.
As a workaholic, shouldn't he be staring at the company's financial statements every day?
Sensing Song Xinya's gaze, Qin Yuhe looked up.
Song Xinya was inwardly roasting him and didn't pull her gaze back in time, ending up making eye contact with him.
A flash of guilt from being caught crossed her mind, and she casually found a topic: "Do you think I look okay dressed like this?"
It sounded as if she were fishing for a compliment.
With this kind of question, if the other person said it was just average, she would be the one left embarrassed.
Qin Yuhe's serious and critical gaze traced every detail of Song Xinya's face.
His gaze felt almost tangible; wherever it landed on her face, she felt as if that spot were being scorched by fire.
She had originally wanted to change the subject to ease her mind, but it backfired, making her even more nervous.
If he had just given a straightforward answer right away, the nervousness would have only lasted a second.
But he just kept staring at her without saying a word. The feeling was like a dull knife slicing through flesh—even if she hadn't been nervous at first, his reaction would have made her so.
It was the kind of anxiety you feel when an exam is about to end, but you still have eight essay questions left blank.
It was agonizing.
After scrutinizing her carefully, Qin Yuhe said earnestly, "Mrs. Qin, you are very beautiful."
Song Xinya's cheeks grew even hotter, and her bright red lips curled up into a smile.
...
Inside the Rolls-Royce, Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe sat in the back seat.
She looked at the scenery outside the window. The further they drove, the more crowded it became.
However, the Qin family's old residence was located halfway up a beautifully scenic mountain, sparsely populated, quiet, and highly private.
Song Xinya: "This seems to be the way to the city center."
Qin Yuhe: "I want to take you to the SKP mall to buy you a dress."
Song Xinya looked down at herself. "Is the dress I'm wearing not pretty?"
Qin Yuhe leaned his back slightly against the seat, his posture carrying a hint of indolence yet remaining elegant and noble. He turned his head to look at her.
"It's pretty, but it's not worthy of an even prettier you."
