While applying the ointment, Song Xinya lay flat on her back, the hem of her skirt bunched up around her waist.
She had never experienced anything like this before. She wasn't open-minded enough to casually expose herself in front of him.
Qin Yuhe had also never applied medicine to a woman like this.
Although they were already husband and wife, Song Xinya still felt a bit shy during the application.
"Maybe we should just call a doctor over, um..."
Qin Yuhe thought his movements were already very gentle. Hearing a soft whimper escape her lips, he looked up at her. "Did I hurt you?"
Song Xinya instinctively looked down, meeting his gaze.
A hot spark ignited in the air.
She quickly shifted her eyes away, as if they had been burned.
"No."
Qin Yuhe didn't stop his movements. "It's late at night. Even if my private doctor drives over, it will take an hour, and..."
"My private doctor is a man."
Song Xinya: "...Then you'd better do it."
The application didn't take long, but Song Xinya felt as if every passing second had been stretched a thousand times over, so slow that it made her chest tight.
"All done," Qin Yuhe withdrew his hand and blew a breath over the area.
The scorching breath fell upon her skin, making her tremble and shrink back slightly.
What was he doing? Was he teasing her on purpose?
Qin Yuhe stood up and walked toward the bathroom. "My hands smell like herbal medicine. I'm going to wash them."
Song Xinya pulled her skirt down and sat up. So he had only blown on it because he thought the smell on his hands was too strong.
She didn't see the corners of Qin Yuhe's lips curl up as he turned his back to her.
The medicine worked wonders. After the application, a cool, refreshing sensation replaced the burning pain, making her feel much better.
Song Xinya got out of bed and took a few steps, feeling no discomfort whatsoever.
It was just that wherever she walked, a bitter herbal scent followed.
Song Xinya felt like a walking medicinal herb.
It wouldn't matter if she were alone; after smelling it for a while, she would get used to it and not notice it anymore.
But there was still a wealthy young master in the room.
Song Xinya noticed a beautifully designed glass bottle on the nightstand that looked like perfume.
Her English was excellent, but the text printed on this bottle was in French, without a single Chinese character.
Fully embracing her spirit of exploration, Song Xinya pressed the nozzle. With a hiss, a fine mist sprayed out, and a fresh fragrance drifted through the air.
It smelled so good; it had to be perfume.
Song Xinya held up the glass bottle and sprayed every corner of the bedroom.
To cover up the herbal smell on her body, she lifted her skirt and sprayed some on herself as well.
The room was now filled with a sweet fragrance. Young Master Qin should be satisfied now.
The bathroom door opened, and Qin Yuhe walked out.
When he smelled the scent lingering in the air, he paused for a moment and raised an eyebrow, as if he had encountered something highly amusing.
"What did you just spray?"
Song Xinya: "Perfume."
She sniffed the air, a bright and happy smile on her face, tinged with a playful smugness. "The herbal smell is covered up now, right?"
Qin Yuhe looked at her expression and seemed to read three words written on her face: Praise me now.
He walked up to her, bent down to her eye level, and looked at her with dark, starry eyes full of amusement.
"Mrs. Qin, that's not perfume. It's my hairspray."
"..."
Dead silence.
All sounds abruptly vanished; the surroundings were so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Song Xinya's eyes widened.
That... that... that wasn't perfume, it was his hairspray!
Hairspray!
Spray!
Song Xinya's toes curled tightly against the soles of her shoes. "Why did you put hairspray on the nightstand instead of in the bathroom?"
Qin Yuhe: "Are you blaming me?"
Song Xinya: "I'm not blaming you. It's just that not everyone knows French. Leaving hairspray on the nightstand like that is misleading."
"Is that so?"
The amusement in Qin Yuhe's eyes deepened as he said, "Mrs. Qin, the writing on the bottle isn't French. It's Italian."
Song Xinya: "..."
She was cringing so hard that she wanted the ground to swallow her whole. She could have dug a whole magical fairy castle into the floor with her curling toes.
Seriously, how could someone be this embarrassed? Where was a crack in the ground she could crawl into? Even a dog hole would do!
Song Xinya was at a loss for what to do.
Her cheeks flushed red, and her bright, beautiful features looked a bit panicked, giving her a childlike helplessness.
He placed his well-defined hand on top of her head. His slightly calloused fingertips rubbed gently, his touch neither too light nor too heavy. His palm was warm, carrying a hint of coaxing.
"It's fine. The purpose of perfume is to provide a pleasant scent. Right now, the room smells great. Although the process was a bit twisted, the result is right, and Mrs. Qin is also right."
And so, the two of them slept through the night, lying in a room filled with the scent of hairspray.
When she woke up in the morning, Song Xinya's head was spinning from the overwhelming fragrance.
If she had known, she wouldn't have tried to tough it out last night. She should have just admitted her mistake and gone to sleep in another room.
She just cared too much about her pride.
She wondered how Qin Yuhe had slept last night.
He must have been dizzied by the scent too, right?
Could CEO Qin still maintain his brilliant mind to work for a whole day?
Song Xinya put on her professional attire and went downstairs, only to see Qin Yuhe sitting at the dining table in a sharp suit, looking as energetic and spirited as ever.
It seemed that sleeping in the scent of hairspray for a night had absolutely no effect on him.
Song Xinya: "Morning, Mr. Qin."
Qin Yuhe: "Morning, Mrs. Qin."
Song Xinya checked the time. It was 8:00 AM.
Normally, Qin Yuhe would leave for work at 6:00 AM.
"Mr. Qin, aren't you late for work today?"
"No, I'm waiting for you."
Song Xinya sat in the seat across from him. "We're going to work together?"
Qin Yuhe asked, "Is that not allowed?"
Of course it was allowed, but Song Xinya had her own considerations.
As a new employee, she didn't want to show up looking like someone who got in through nepotism.
No matter who she married, and no matter how wealthy or successful her husband was, she didn't want to lose herself. She wanted to have her own job and career.
Since she was going to work, she wanted to take it seriously, be grounded, and do her job well, step by step.
She had a very clear career plan: Level C Lecturer, Level B Lecturer, Level A Lecturer, Gold Medal Lecturer, accumulating enough strength and connections to start her own company.
Furthermore, she intended to snatch back the educational technology company her mother had founded, which had been usurped by the mother-daughter duo, Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying.
Currently, having graduated from university just three years ago, she had already achieved the rank of Level A Lecturer.
Song Xinya asked, "Mr. Qin, could we keep our relationship a secret for now?"
Qin Yuhe's expression was calm. "If you feel that keeping it private for the time being is more beneficial for your work, I will naturally agree to it."
Song Xinya knew that many wealthy young masters wouldn't allow their wives to work after marrying them, believing that having their wives show their faces in public would be a loss of face for the men.
Seeing Qin Yuhe understand and respect her work like this, a trace of warmth settled in Song Xinya's heart.
"But..."
Qin Yuhe gazed at her, his voice deep. "If you run into any trouble, don't try to shoulder it all by yourself. You have a husband now. Tell me, and I will help you."
