Is getting pregnant that easy?
A hit on the first try?
Tiantianquan: "Song Xinya, are you ready to have a child for Qin Yuhe?"
Song Xinya: "We are husband and wife. If we don't have a baby, what are we going to have? A bad temper?"
Attending the family banquet at the Qin household yesterday, she could feel Old Madam Qin and Old Master Qin's deep desire for an heir.
Large and prominent families had always placed great importance on continuing the family line. After all, the Qin family really did have quite a fortune to pass down.
As someone who liked children, Song Xinya's personal attitude toward pregnancy was to let nature take its course. If she got pregnant, she would have the baby.
Tiantianquan: "Didn't you just find a job? Companies nowadays are completely inhumane. When hiring female employees, their biggest fear is that they'll get pregnant right after joining. A female employee asking for maternity leave is like asking for the boss's life. Those company bosses discriminate against female employees so much, as if they weren't born of women themselves."
"You are already preparing to have a baby before even officially starting work. If your boss finds out, wouldn't they fire you on the spot?"
Song Xinya: "My boss is Qin Yuhe."
Tiantianquan: "The baby's father!"
The situation was instantly reversed.
Tiantianquan: "Then your boss will be thrilled to death!"
"Mom is beautiful, Dad is rich. Born as a wealthy second-generation heir to a prestigious family, with endless money to spend for a lifetime. Song Xinya, honestly, your child isn't even born yet, and I'm already starting to envy them!"
Song Xinya smiled and said, "Nothing is set in stone yet. I don't even know if I'm pregnant or not."
Tiantianquan: "Some women are highly fertile. A man goes without a condom just once, and they get pregnant immediately."
Song Xinya didn't know what kind of constitution she had, as she had never been pregnant before.
Her only experience was a year ago with a man whose identity she didn't even know, and he had worn a condom.
Tiantianquan: "Let's get this straight first. When your baby is born, I am going to be the godmother. I'm heading to the maternity and baby store right now to buy diapers for my future goddaughter or godson."
Song Xinya: "Quanquan, you are exaggerating too much. If I'm not pregnant this time, you'll have bought those diapers for nothing."
Tiantianquan: "It won't be for nothing. I'll stockpile them. They'll be put to use sooner or later."
"Off to buy diapers, and while I'm at it, I'll buy some adorable little outfits for my goddaughter or godson."
"Babe, I won't talk to you anymore, I'm hanging up." Tiantianquan was even more proactive than Song Xinya.
Song Xinya put her phone on the table and looked out the glass window.
Under the sunlight, Qin Yuhe was wearing a casual pure white shirt with the collar open, revealing half of his cool, pale collarbone. The sleeves were rolled halfway up, showing the lean, sharp lines of his forearms. It was a very ordinary style, but worn on him, it couldn't hide his noble and elegant aura.
Last night was the first time she had done it with him. She was so nervous that she kept her eyes closed the whole time, letting him do as he pleased, too embarrassed to even look at his body.
She didn't know if he had abs, let alone touch them.
The next time they did it, she definitely had to take a good look.
If he had abs, she also wanted to reach out and touch them.
Ugh, what kind of wild thoughts was she having again!
Why was she always thinking about that kind of thing!
Song Xinya swore that she really wasn't a lustful person!
She just didn't know why, but whenever she saw Qin Yuhe, her imagination would run wild.
It must be because Qin Yuhe was too good-looking, and not because she was too lecherous.
Yep, that was it.
Song Xinya withdrew her gaze from outside the glass window and looked toward the living room, where Song Tingye's lean figure caught her eye.
Song Tingye seemed to be in a hurry to attend to something urgent, walking briskly toward the door.
Song Xinya called out, "Xiaoye, what are you going to do?"
Song Tingye: "Going out to buy something."
Before Song Xinya could even get the words "What are you going to buy" out of her mouth, Song Tingye, running faster than a rabbit, dashed out the door.
Ten minutes later, she saw Song Tingye walk in carrying a plastic bag.
Song Tingye walked up to her and took out a bottle of ointment for reducing swelling and bruising. "Sis, look at your neck. It's all purple and red again. How many mosquitoes must there be in you and my brother-in-law's bedroom to bite you like this? Hurry up and apply some medicine."
Song Xinya: "...There is no need."
Song Tingye: "What do you mean no need? I'll apply it for you."
He squeezed the ointment onto his fingertip and applied it to the purplish-red spots on Song Xinya's neck.
Unable to refuse his kindness, Song Xinya just let him be.
She was wearing Qin Yuhe's jacket, and the back of her neck was covered by the collar, making it impossible to reach.
Song Tingye tugged the collar outward with his fingers, looking inside, and reached his ointment-covered hand in to apply the medicine.
Qin Yuhe walked into the living room and saw this scene.
Song Tingye's hand was reaching inside the suit collar.
"Let me do it," an icy voice rang out, as if dipped in ice, carrying an unquestionable tone.
Qin Yuhe walked to Song Xinya's side, pulled out Song Tingye's hand that had reached into the suit collar, and tossed it aside.
"I will apply the medicine for your sister."
Song Tingye: "It is fine. This little task won't tire me out. I will do it."
Qin Yuhe reached out and took the ointment from his hand: "It is better if I handle this kind of thing."
Song Tingye: "Is it bad if I do it?"
Qin Yuhe: "It is bad."
Song Tingye scratched his face: "Why?"
Qin Yuhe: "How old are you this year?"
Song Tingye: "Seventeen."
Qin Yuhe: "Being so oblivious to the principle that men and women should keep their distance, I thought you were seven."
Song Tingye finally understood: "Damn, Brother-in-law, are you jealous of me?"
Qin Yuhe said, "I am not."
He would never admit that he was jealous; that would make him seem petty.
Qin Yuhe looked at Song Tingye with a completely serious expression on his face, patted Song Tingye's shoulder, and said in a very earnest tone:
"Song Tingye, you are a wonderful person. Anyone who knows you is blessed. You are cheerful, sunny, and kind. Your outlook on life, the world, and values are all very upright. Your hands are meant to hold a pen and write now, and to conquer the world in the future. You are destined to do great things. You don't need to do these trivial matters. Little brother, remember, a man's most sexy feature is not his body, but his brain. A man with vision and insight is the most charming. What you need to do now is enrich your mind with knowledge. Listen to your brother-in-law, you won't go wrong. Go study."
Song Tingye believed him. He happily said "Okay," turned around, and went to study.
Flattery will get you everywhere.
People, after all, always lose themselves in praise.
In one afternoon, Song Tingye completed ten sets of test papers until his hands ached.
He had never worked so hard in his life.
.........
That night, while Song Xinya was taking a shower, her fingers brushed against a certain place, and it still felt a little painful.
A day had passed, and the swelling still hadn't gone down.
Coming out of the bathroom, she saw the ointment Song Tingye had bought.
She had read the instructions for this ointment. Not only did it reduce swelling and bruising, but it could also relieve pain.
The instructions said it was for external use, so it could probably be applied to that kind of place too, right?
Thinking about starting her new job tomorrow, Song Xinya definitely didn't want to go to work in constant pain.
She sat on the bed, her slender back resting against the headboard. She bent her knees, opened her legs, and used her delicate hands to grab the edge of her skirt, lifting it up.
The bedroom door was pushed open, and Qin Yuhe walked in.
Song Xinya jolted in shock and hurriedly pulled her skirt back down.
"Weren't you handling work in the study? Why did you come in?"
Qin Yuhe looked over at her. The hem of her skirt rested just above her knees, revealing her slender, pale, and straight calves.
"You don't seem to want me to come over?"
"No, it's not that..." Song Xinya replied. It was just that she hadn't finished applying her ointment yet.
Qin Yuhe walked toward the double bed.
Holding the tube of ointment, Song Xinya started heading toward the bathroom.
Qin Yuhe reached out an arm to block her path. "Where are you going?"
"To apply my medicine," Song Xinya said.
Qin Yuhe's gaze swept over her. "You're hurt?"
Song Xinya nodded gently. "Mm."
"Where are you hurt?" Qin Yuhe asked.
On the surface, she looked perfectly fine; he couldn't see any wounds.
"Last night..." Song Xinya's cheeks grew a little hot. "You were too rough a few times, so I got hurt."
Qin Yuhe finally understood.
He asked, "Can you even see well enough to apply the ointment yourself?"
Song Xinya's face burned even hotter. "If I... spread my legs a little, I can see."
Qin Yuhe bent down, scooped her up in his arms, and gently placed her on the bed. "I'm the one who hurt you, so I should be the one to apply it."
