The consequence of Song Xinya making the first move was that she couldn't get out of bed for three whole days.
She had offered herself up to a wolf.
Through her own experience, she proved to women everywhere that they should never tease a ravenous wolf with boundless stamina. The consequences would be disastrous.
Song Xinya's lower back was so sore that she needed pain-relief patches.
Every part of her body felt as though it had been smashed to pieces and put back together.
For three days, the bedroom on the second floor was shrouded in chaos, with no distinction between day and night.
He had thoroughly worked her over.
He had turned one patch of land into a field of endless possibilities, planting seeds everywhere.
Whenever Song Xinya was reduced to tears and begged for mercy, Qin Yuhe remained completely at ease. One hand gripped her waist while he assigned tasks to the company's senior executives.
Enjoying himself while working.
Managing both work and pleasure without missing a beat. A true master of time management.
And he still had the nerve to say he didn't want anything.
What did he mean, he didn't want anything?
He had no shame!
The moment she got hold of him, he had counterattacked without the slightest hesitation, pinning her beneath him.
What self-control? He had none at all.
Song Xinya cursed the man-eating wolf who never left a bone behind in her mind. Supporting her lower back, which was covered in pain-relief patches, she struggled to sit up in bed.
The instant both feet touched the floor, the most indescribable place between her legs began to burn fiercely.
And that was after she'd applied medicine.
Without it, the pain would have killed her.
Song Xinya muttered a curse. “You beast!”
As luck would have it, Qin Yuhe pushed open the door and walked in. “Who are you cursing?”
Song Xinya glared at him with watery eyes. “You.”
Qin Yuhe gave her a lazy smile. “You can't blame me for this. You were so forward that night. You kept moaning and saying you wanted it, and you even grabbed me with your hand. If I hadn't shown you what I was capable of, would I still be a man?”
Song Xinya wanted to hit him. “You could have shown me without going that far! What man goes for three days and three nights without stopping? You animal!”
Qin Yuhe said, “You still have enough energy to curse at me. Looks like I didn't try hard enough.”
Song Xinya fell silent.
“You're really good at making excuses for yourself. Hmph...”
Qin Yuhe said, “Your mouth is still so strong. It needs a kiss.”
“Your legs can still walk. They need breaking.”
“Your bottom can still sit down. It needs a spanking.”
He walked toward her, his tall body looming like a majestic mountain bearing down on her.
Song Xinya immediately backed down.
“My mouth isn't strong, my legs hurt whenever I take a step, and my bottom aches the moment it touches a chair. I'm just a little flower that's been thoroughly battered. I really can't endure any more of Your Majesty's rain and dew. Please spare me.”
She called out sweetly, “Husband.”
Qin Yuhe lowered his head, his thin crimson lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Wife, your bones are very tough.”
Song Xinya declared righteously, “As strong women, we have to know when to bend and when to stand.”
Qin Yuhe chuckled. Then he scooped her up in his arms and carried her downstairs. “I'm taking you to eat.”
He carried her through the long corridor and down the winding spiral staircase to the dining room on the first floor.
The table was covered with food. Song Xinya was starving and ate in huge mouthfuls.
During those three days, Qin Yuhe had fed her, but the moment she finished eating, he would pin her back onto the bed and have his way with her. She cried, screamed, and cooperated with him, yet the energy provided by the little food she consumed was nowhere near enough to make up for what she expended.
Song Xinya was genuinely hungry. She ate twice as much as usual in a single meal.
Afterward, Qin Yuhe asked her, “Are you going to rest at home today?”
Song Xinya said, “No. I have something to take care of today.”
Qin Yuhe asked, “What?”
“Work.”
“I have to go to the company too. Want to come with me?”
“I’m not going to the company. I have to meet a client.”
Qin Yuhe said nothing more.
After arriving at the company, Qin Yuhe had barely settled into his office chair when Yuan Jingcheng from the eighth-floor company came in to report.
“President Qin, this is the list of employees who are about to be eliminated through the last-place evaluation. Please look it over.”
Qin Yuhe skimmed through it. Every name belonged to one of Zhao Yinian's relatives or friends.
Once all these people were dismissed, the remnants of Zhao Yinian's influence would be completely cleared out.
That would make the road much easier for Song Xinya once she took over the company.
Qin Yuhe looked up at Yuan Jingcheng. “There’s no problem with the list. You’ve put it together very thoroughly. Dismiss them all. I trust you to handle this beautifully.”
Yuan Jingcheng was delighted by Qin Yuhe's praise. President Qin never praised anyone else, only him. It was clear how much President Qin valued and favored him.
After finishing his report, Yuan Jingcheng turned to leave.
Qin Yuhe called him back. “Did anyone from the eighth-floor company take leave today?”
“Yes. Song Xinya took the day off.”
The moment the words left his mouth, Yuan Jingcheng sensed that something was wrong. He looked at Qin Yuhe in confusion. His own wife had taken the day off, and he didn't know?
Qin Yuhe said, “I remember the rules and regulations state that employees don't need to request leave when meeting clients. Leave is only required when going out for personal matters.”
“That’s correct.”
Qin Yuhe's expression turned cold.
Song Xinya had said she was meeting a client today, yet she had requested leave.
If she really were meeting a client, it would be a business matter and she wouldn't need to take leave.
This meant that Qin Yuhe narrowed his eyes, a dangerous aura spreading around him.
His wife had lied to him.
She wasn't meeting a client. She had gone to take care of something personal.
What personal matter could be important enough for her to lie to him in order to handle it?
...
Song Xinya arrived at the hospital.
Qin Yuhe's insatiable appetite over those three days had not only failed to delay her plans, but had also given her an opportunity.
Today, Sheng Tianjun had been transferred from the ICU to a regular ward.
She couldn't enter the ICU.
But she could sneak into a regular ward.
She had come today, and seeing Sheng Tianjun would be effortless.
At that moment, inside the regular ward, Sheng Changpu was standing at the head of Sheng Tianjun's bed.
Having narrowly escaped death, the first thing Sheng Tianjun thought about was revenge. “Revenge! Qin Yuhe beat me so badly. I have to get revenge!”
Sheng Changpu said, “I may be a renowned international expert. Whenever I attend a medical conference in any country, I sit in the front row and receive everyone's respect. Qin Yuhe beating you like this isn't just a sign that he doesn't take you seriously. He's also humiliating me!”
“Junjun, don't worry. I'm your father. The suffering you've endured today will be repaid to Qin Yuhe twice over one day!”
Song Xinya walked in slowly in high heels, a designer handbag in one hand and her arms folded across her chest.
“Why wait for another day when today will do? Since you father and son are so capable, why don't you repay it to my husband twice over today?”
Sheng Changpu and Sheng Tianjun were both stunned when they saw Song Xinya appear without warning. Their eyes immediately filled with fear, and they turned in unison to look behind her.
Song Xinya curled her lips into a mocking smile. “You were just bragging so loudly that the heavens could hear you, and now you're scared again. You father and son really do talk a lot of trash.”
Sheng Changpu saw that no one was standing behind Song Xinya. Realizing that Qin Yuhe had not come, he regained his confidence. The fear vanished from his eyes, and he looked at Song Xinya coldly.
“What are you doing here?”
Song Xinya smiled sweetly. “Today, your grandmother has descended to the mortal realm to collect one old demon and one young demon.”
Sheng Changpu looked at her with utter contempt. “You? By yourself?”
Song Xinya said, “I’m more than enough on my own.”
Sheng Changpu’s smile was full of mockery. “You say other people are full of hot air, but you’re blowing even harder.”
Song Xinya smiled sweetly as she pulled Sheng Tianjun’s phone from her handbag. “Look. What do you think this is?”
The expressions on Sheng Changpu’s and Sheng Tianjun’s faces changed instantly.
