Song Xinya was brought to the Dior boutique in SKP by Qin Yuhe.
The moment the shop assistants saw Qin Yuhe, their eyes lit up with the excitement of seeing the God of Wealth.
The normally aloof luxury saleswomen were now smiling with enthusiastic flattery.
"Mr. Qin, you're here. Please come in."
Standing beside Qin Yuhe, Song Xinya was also surrounded by meticulous and attentive service.
An assistant wheeled over a rack of clothes.
Song Xinya noticed that all these clothes were Dior's latest styles for this year.
She had seen them before on the televised spring fashion show.
Every single piece was so expensive it could equal her annual salary.
Qin Yuhe said, "Go try them on. Take whichever you like, and if you like them all, we'll buy them all."
Song Xinya picked out a black sleeveless dress. With its three-dimensional tailoring and silk-wool fabric, it had a uniquely crisp yet smoothly draping quality.
It was a very classic style, low-key yet radiating luxury, elegant and appropriate—no one could find a single fault with it.
When Song Xinya came out after changing, all the saleswomen let out gasps of admiration.
Song Xinya knew not to take their reactions seriously. To make a sale, even if someone was hideously ugly, they could praise them as beautiful as a fairy.
She looked toward Qin Yuhe.
"Let's go with this one," Qin Yuhe's gaze lingered on her. "You look beautiful in it."
So Song Xinya didn't take the dress off.
Qin Yuhe glanced around the store, picked up a women's belt with a black round buckle, and walked over to Song Xinya.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, his fingers brushing against her sides as he reached around to fasten the belt for her.
He was very close to her. With his head lowered, his breath fell warmly against her cheek, and his long, beautiful fingers occasionally brushed against her lower abdomen.
Song Xinya's heartbeat quickened slightly. Raising her gaze, she looked at him with watery, shimmering eyes, her sight trailing from his long, straight eyelashes down to rest upon his lips.
His lips were on the thinner side, with clean and distinct lines. Their color was a rich, vibrant crimson, the lip tubercle delicate with a smooth curve. There wasn't a single crease; they were moist and looked incredibly tempting.
How should she put it? It was just—
They looked very kissable at first glance.
A soft click sounded in the air as he buckled the belt for her.
Song Xinya's wandering thoughts were yanked back. She realized with a start—what was she just thinking? Staring at his lips all that time, even thinking they looked kissable.
Was she...
Craving him?
After fastening the belt for her, Qin Yuhe's hands gripped her waist, giving it a slight squeeze before he took a step back.
His gaze swept over her. "Adding a belt really makes it even prettier."
Song Xinya looked at herself in the mirror. With the belt on, her waistline was clearly defined, making her legs look longer and her proportions more outstanding.
She agreed with his taste.
Qin Yuhe asked, "Since we're here, see if there's anything else you like. Go pick out a few more clothes, or maybe a bag."
Song Xinya said, "No need."
Gift-giving was about reciprocity. If he gave her a gift, she would naturally have to give him one in return.
Even though Qin Yuhe didn't demand she do so, she still needed to show the proper appreciation.
Seeing her say no need without a trace of hesitation, Qin Yuhe glanced at her, said nothing more, and turned to swipe his card to pay.
Song Xinya followed Qin Yuhe out of Dior. Qin Yuhe carried the clothes she had changed out of.
The moment the two walked out, Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying walked over from behind.
"Mom, look, is that man up ahead Qin Yuhe?"
Li Cuirou: "I've only seen President Qin in photos, never in real life. I can't recognize him."
Zhang Yingying let go of Li Cuirou's arm, ran over to the assistant at the Dior entrance in her high heels, and pointed at the tall, distinguished man ahead.
"I am Qin Yuhe's good friend. Is that man Qin Yuhe?"
Assistant: "If you're his good friend, why don't you go ask him directly?"
Zhang Yingying choked for a moment. "What's wrong with me asking you? Is that not allowed?"
Assistant: "Miss, we must protect our customers' privacy. I have no comment."
Zhang Yingying glared at the assistant. "Just someone selling clothes, what's so noble about that."
She clicked back to Li Cuirou in her heels. "Mom, the assistant didn't deny it just now. That man is President Qin."
Li Cuirou observed the woman beside Qin Yuhe and asked worriedly, "Who is the woman next to President Qin? Could she be his girlfriend?"
Zhang Yingying said with absolute certainty, "Impossible!"
Li Cuirou asked, "How do you know it's impossible?"
Zhang Yingying was left speechless by the question.
Li Cuirou stared at the tall, graceful back of the woman beside Qin Yuhe, frowning in thought. "I just feel like this girl is very familiar. I think I know her."
Zhang Yingying had the same feeling.
Ahead, Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe walked out of the mall entrance and turned to one side.
Li Cuirou caught sight of Song Xinya's profile and exclaimed, "It's the woman who was shopping with Tiantianquan that day!"
Zhang Yingying looked over. "It really is her!"
Panic instantly gripped the mother and daughter.
They had seen her before. That woman was incredibly beautiful, utterly stunning, and breathtakingly radiant.
With such a top-tier beauty by Qin Yuhe's side, wouldn't she steal his soul away?
If that happened, Zhang Yingying would completely lose her chance to marry Qin Yuhe and become a wealthy young madam.
Zhang Yingying panicked. "Mom, which wealthy aristocratic family does this woman belong to? She's trying to steal Qin Yuhe from me."
Li Cuirou raised her phone and took a photo of Song Xinya. "I'll ask in the wealthy ladies' group chat right now."
The photo was sent to the group chat, but no one inside recognized her.
The circle of wealthy ladies was also divided into different tiers. A top-tier aristocratic family like the Qins was at the very peak of the pyramid, and the people in Li Cuirou's group chat weren't qualified to enter that circle.
Seeing that everyone in the group said they didn't know her, Li Cuirou's heart skipped a beat.
Oh no, this tall and glamorous woman must have an incredibly powerful family background, which was why they didn't know her.
...
Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe arrived at the Qin family's old estate.
What met the eye was a grand and magnificent Chinese-style architecture, with high walls, large gates, and upturned eaves. The walls were a rustic, heavy blue-gray, exuding a sense of majesty and oppression unique to traditional Chinese buildings.
As Song Xinya stepped out of the car, she saw an elderly lady standing in the center of the main gate.
Dressed in a dark green cheongsam, she looked elegant and luxurious. The pearl necklace around her neck glowed like moonlight, and her head of white hair was combed back into an elegant bun.
Although she was nearly eighty, she still wore delicate makeup on her face.
Song Xinya vaguely guessed the elderly lady's identity.
Qin Yuhe withdrew the hand he had placed protectively over the car door frame and closed the door for Song Xinya.
He turned around and looked at the elderly woman in the center of the gate. "Grandma."
Old Madam Qin's gaze had been fixed on Song Xinya the entire time. "Ah, you're here."
It would be a lie to say she wasn't the least bit nervous meeting her partner's family for the first time.
Just as Song Xinya was feeling a bit stiff and at a loss, her hand was enveloped by Qin Yuhe's large hand.
He held her hand, slipping his long, slender fingers between hers, intertwining them until their fingers were tightly locked together.
His body temperature ran a little high. His palm was dry and scorching, the thin calluses carrying a slightly rough texture that brushed against her delicate skin.
With their fingers intertwined, his warmth seeped into her.
Song Xinya was no longer nervous.
Qin Yuhe led her over to Old Madam Qin and introduced her, "Grandma, this is my wife, Song Xinya."
Old Madam Qin's face was the picture of amiability. Beaming, she warmly took Song Xinya's hand. "Yaya, hello. From now on, we are one family."
Ever since her mother passed away and her grandmother was placed in a sanatorium due to mental illness, Song Xinya had not experienced the doting love of an elder.
Faced with Old Madam Qin's unprompted kindness, Song Xinya felt a sudden heat prickle at the back of her eyes.
She replied obediently, "Yes, one family."
Old Madam Qin took Song Xinya's other hand and led her toward the courtyard. "Young people digest food quickly. You must be starving by now. Come, let's go inside and eat."
Qin Yuhe held onto Song Xinya, their fingers locked together, never once letting go.
Stepping into the Qin family's grand courtyard, Song Xinya found it packed with members of the Qin clan.
A husband's attitude toward his wife dictated how the rest of the world would treat her.
Seeing Qin Yuhe and Song Xinya's tightly clasped hands, the Qin clan instantly understood just how much he cared for this woman. Naturally, the gazes directed at Song Xinya were filled with deep respect.
Song Xinya sat at the main table in the center of the hall, taking the seat right between Qin Yuhe and Old Madam Qin.
She glanced at the spread of food on the table. Amidst the lavish array of rare delicacies, a few specific dishes stood out conspicuously, placed closest to Qin Yuhe.
Braised mutton, steamed oysters, scrambled eggs with chives, boiled okra, and bull whip soup.
The intention was far too obvious. One look was all it took to know these were meant to nourish his kidneys and boost his virility.
To give him a little extra stamina!
