Thanks to Qin Yuhe, Song Xinya didn't sleep well all night, because —
She spent the whole night having erotic dreams.
In her dream, the wound on Qin Yuhe's abdomen was completely healed, and his whole demeanor had returned to his previous state of vigorous energy.
He "wreaked havoc" on her body, using every trick in the book.
She was like a fish hauled onto the shore, her red lips parting and closing, unable to utter a single complete sentence, brokenly moaning along with his increasingly forceful and reckless movements.
The imported Italian high-precision brocade bedsheet was stained with a patch of dampness.
In her dream, Qin Yuhe gripped her waist tightly with both hands, his firm chest pressing down on her front, a single drop of scorching sweat rolling down his chin, dripping onto her chest, sliding down her smooth and fair skin.
His thin, scarlet lips bit her earlobe, and he spoke in her ear, his voice low and deep: "Let's finish together, hm?"
She cried out coyly and timidly, saying no, no, but her body very honestly clung tightly to his back, clenching around him.
Qin Yuhe kissed her lips, and then, his movements were like a leopard sprinting ceaselessly across the African savanna hunting its prey — swift and fierce.
In her dream, a huge, dazzling burst of fireworks exploded inside Song Xinya's mind with a bang.
In reality, Song Xinya woke up with a loud scream: "Ahhhhhhhhh —"
She sat bolt upright in bed, saw the camera directly facing the headboard, and slapped her hand over her mouth.
She glanced upward, thinking — seven in the morning, Qin Yuhe should already be at work, so he definitely didn't see anything… right?
Song Xinya moved her legs and felt a bit uncomfortable.
She threw off the sheets, jumped out of bed, opened the wardrobe, took out a clean pair of underwear, and ran into the bathroom, blushing.
By the time she came out of the bathroom, half an hour had passed.
Song Xinya had not only washed herself but also washed her underwear.
She clutched the small pair of underwear tightly in her palm and walked toward the balcony.
Even though there were servants in the house, she always hand-washed her own underwear.
In wealthy families, every member of the household would be assigned a dedicated servant to wash their underwear.
Just like in the ancient imperial palace, every consort had a personal eunuch and maid to attend to her.
Song Xinya hadn't grown up in a wealthy family, so she couldn't really enjoy that kind of privilege — she preferred washing her own underwear.
The sun was bright that day, and the morning light spilled like fragments of gold.
Song Xinya hung the washed underwear out to dry in the sunlight.
Back in the bedroom, she changed clothes with her back to the camera, then lowered her head and walked toward the door.
When she passed the camera, she lowered her head even further.
Previously, every time Song Xinya passed the camera, she would look at it, treat it like a little pet, and smile as she greeted it: "Hello, Big Crane, good morning."
Today, she didn't dare so much as glance at the camera.
She couldn't lift her head at all.
The moment she stepped out of the bedroom door, Song Xinya felt that the birds were singing, the flowers were fragrant, the air was fresh, the sunshine was brilliant — and her head could finally be raised again.
I, Hu Han-san, am back again!
Song Xinya arrived at the first floor; Song Tingye, Song Tingyou, and Jin Ruizhi had already left for school.
Those three little ones attended a public high school, which had morning self-study sessions.
In the spacious living room, Qin Yuyan sat at the dining table, calmly eating breakfast.
Hearing Song Xinya's footsteps, she greeted her obediently: "Good morning, Sister-in-law."
"Good morning, Yanyan," Song Xinya said, sitting down across from her to have breakfast.
Qin Yuyan asked: "Sister-in-law, are you still going to tutor Sheng Tianjun today?"
Song Xinya: "Yes."
Without tutoring him, how could she get close to Sheng Tianjun's burn specialist father?
Qin Yuyan's eyes were clear and innocent: "Sister-in-law, why are you deliberately getting close to Sheng Tianjun?"
Song Xinya said the sort of thing adults often use to brush off children: "Adult matters are not for children to pry into. Just focus on your studies."
Qin Yuyan giggled twice: "Sister-in-law, even if you don't tell me, I know. You're deliberately getting close to Sheng Tianjun so you can get close to his father, to treat my brother's hand."
Song Xinya looked up at Qin Yuyan: "The little silly piglette has finally wised up."
Qin Yuyan: "Who's a silly piglette? I'm not a silly piglette. I'm a silly kitten."
Song Xinya: "I take back the 'wised up' part."
Qin Yuyan: "Take it back, then. I don't need to wise up, because I'm a fairy. I already have wisdom, beauty, and magic."
Song Xinya: "Balala the Fairies, give me a full transformation."
Qin Yuyan: "I'm not a Balala fairy. I'm Chang'e."
Song Xinya: "You're a goose."
Qin Yuyan: "Honk, honk, honk, honk, honk, honk."
Song Xinya handed the bread with jam spread on it to Qin Yuyan: "Stop honking, my ears are ringing. If you keep honking, I'm going to croak."
Qin Yuyan took a bite of the bread and asked: "Sister-in-law, why haven't you told my brother that you're finding a burn specialist to treat his hand?"
Song Xinya: "Because I haven't succeeded yet, so I'm not planning to tell him for now."
Qin Yuyan: "Whether you succeed or not, even without merit, there's still effort. You've been running around for so long. If my brother finds out, he's sure to be moved."
Song Xinya cautioned her: "This matter — you big leaky ladle — keep it a secret for me first. Don't let it slip."
Qin Yuyan: "Sister-in-law, don't worry. My lips are sealed. I definitely won't let it slip!"
After Song Xinya arrived at the company, she found a cup of coffee on her desk.
"It must be Manager Chen treating us again," she said.
Chen Siyan rolled over in his chair, stopping beside Song Xinya: "It's not me this time."
He glanced toward a certain cubicle, then leaned close to Song Xinya, lowering his voice: "It's Dong Dongdong treating."
Dong Dongdong was the colleague ranked third in the company's performance.
But why would Chen Siyan be so wary just because he was treating everyone?
Song Xinya looked at Chen Siyan, puzzled.
"Hey, you don't know," Chen Siyan lowered his voice even further and said: "Dong Dongdong just signed a huge deal. That's why he's treating."
Song Xinya asked: "How big is the deal he signed?"
Chen Siyan: "With this deal added in, his performance has already surpassed yours."
"Song, as your direct supervisor, I have to give you a friendly reminder: if you don't sign another deal soon, your bid for the position of gold-medal lecturer is in jeopardy."
That's how the workplace is — everything changes in the blink of an eye. Some opportunities may seem like they belong to you, but in the span of a single day, they belong to someone else.
People strive to move up, just as water flows downward.
Song Xinya naturally wasn't going to give up this chance for a promotion and raise.
At six in the evening, she stood outside Sheng Tianjun's penthouse apartment, contract in hand.
She had already tutored Sheng Tianjun for two days, and every time she brought up signing the contract, he evaded it with one excuse or another.
Today, she had to find a way to get him to sign.
Yes — Song Xinya was getting close to Sheng Tianjun not only to get his father, Sheng Changpu, to treat her husband's hand, but also to earn money from the Sheng family.
After ringing the doorbell, Sheng Tianjun opened the door: "Song, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
At this moment, his hair was combed down smooth, clean and neat, with black strands that looked fresh. When he smiled, his eyes curved gently, his pupils clear and bright, making him appear well-behaved and soft.
If Song Xinya hadn’t seen him with his hair slicked back, black diamond earrings, and large tattoos covering his arms, she might have almost fallen for it.
Two faces—one in public, one in private. He was putting on a Sichuan opera mask act right in front of her.
All that painstaking disguise—wasn’t he afraid of exhausting himself to death?
The contract wasn’t signed yet, and the money hadn’t been earned, so of course Song Xinya wasn’t about to call him out on his true colors.
She played along with his little performance and asked, “Has your fever gone down?”
Sheng Tianjun: “It’s gone. Thanks for asking, Teacher Song.”
Song Xinya: “Remember to get more protein and drink less alcohol.”
Sheng Tianjun: “Teacher Song, I never touch alcohol.”
Song Xinya: “I believe you.”
Sheng Tianjun: “You should believe me, Teacher Song. I’d never lie to anyone but you—no, I mean, I’d never lie to you.”
Song Xinya: “Ready to start the lesson?”
Sheng Tianjun: “Sure, whatever Teacher Song says.”
After two hours of tutoring, Song Xinya asked, “Any other problems you don’t understand?”
“I’ve got all of today’s questions,” Sheng Tianjun said, his eyes fixed intently on Song Xinya, his gaze tracing down from her pretty face.
For some reason, every time Song Xinya came to see him, she dressed especially conservatively, covered up from head to toe.
She wore long sleeves and long pants, not even showing her arms, and her shirt buttons were done all the way up.
Sheng Tianjun couldn’t even catch a glimpse of her neck.
“Teacher Song, are you leaving now?”
Song Xinya: “The lesson’s over, so yes, I have to go.”
Sheng Tianjun: “Teacher Song, I don’t want you to leave.”
Song Xinya: “Want me to stay a little longer?”
Sheng Tianjun: “Yes.”
Song Xinya: “You promise?”
Sheng Tianjun: “I promise.”
Song Xinya: “Whoever goes back on their word is a dog.”
Sheng Tianjun: “Whoever goes back on their word is a dog.”
Song Xinya pulled out the contract and slapped it down in front of him. “Sign this contract, and I’ll stay a little longer. Don’t sign, and you’re a dog.”
