No one can refuse genuine care from others. Qin Yuhe looked at Song Xinya with sincere, friendly, and steady eyes.
Song Xinya smiled, the corners of her lips curling up gracefully: "Mr. Qin, if there is anything I can help you with in the future, I will definitely do my best."
A subtle smile rippled in Qin Yuhe's dark eyes, and he raised an eyebrow slightly: "I'll thank you in advance then."
Song Xinya: "Me too."
Qin Yuhe glanced at the bird's nest and red date porridge nearby.
A servant noticed his gaze and quickly stepped forward, reaching out to serve the porridge.
Qin Yuhe bypassed the servant's extended hand: "I'll do it."
He served a bowl of bird's nest and red date porridge and placed it next to Song Xinya.
Returning the favor, Song Xinya also served him a bowl.
The porridge Qin Yuhe served was all bird's nest and red dates.
But the porridge Song Xinya served him, besides the bird's nest and red dates, was heavily topped with floating goji berries.
The function of goji berries: nourishing the liver and kidneys, often associated with male vitality.
Last night, Qin Yuhe held back and didn't touch her because she was injured. Today, she served him a bowl full of goji berries. What would he think?
Would he think she was dropping hints, wanting it?
Song Xinya didn't know what was wrong with her hand either. With one scoop, she managed to get nothing but goji berries!
Should she pour it back into the pot and serve another bowl?
That would be too deliberate, and it didn't align with table manners.
Song Xinya braced herself and placed the porridge in front of Qin Yuhe.
Qin Yuhe looked at the thick layer of goji berries floating on top and paused slightly.
He waved at the servants standing by, signaling them to step down.
Only the two of them were left in the massive living room.
Qin Yuhe looked at Song Xinya and asked, "Does it still hurt?"
Song Xinya paused her head-down porridge-eating.
Sure enough, he thought she was hinting at him.
She answered truthfully, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
This sounded even more like a hint.
Qin Yuhe: "Is it still swollen?"
Song Xinya: "Not swollen anymore."
Her cheeks flushed as red as an evening glow, burning hot.
Qin Yuhe said, "I will finish my work as quickly as possible and come back early tonight."
He asked her, "Do you have time tonight?"
As a married woman, Song Xinya naturally understood what he meant.
The CEO of a major conglomerate was truly particular; he even needed to make an appointment for that kind of thing.
Since they were husband and wife, there was naturally no reason to refuse.
If Song Xinya explained that serving him all those goji berries was a pure accident, it might sound like she was refusing to fulfill her marital duties.
Since she wasn't planning to refuse him anyway, there was no need to say it and cause unnecessary misunderstandings.
Song Xinya replied to him: "I'll come back early tonight too."
It felt like she had a rabbit thumping in her chest. Her heart pounded as she lifted her eyelids to glance at him.
His back was perfectly straight, his posture elegant, and his expression calm. That serious look made it seem as if they were discussing business rather than something incredibly intimate.
Song Xinya also straightened her back, trying to put on a breezy, nonchalant expression.
The two sat face-to-face eating their meal, looking incredibly proper, while the topic they were discussing was...
Qin Yuhe: "That night you said you liked whatever I did, so I was a bit reckless."
Song Xinya: "I know you didn't mean it."
Qin Yuhe: "I'm sorry I hurt you."
Song Xinya: "It's fine, I don't blame you."
Qin Yuhe: "Tonight I will follow your suggestion. I will be gentle at times and fierce at times."
Song Xinya: "Okay."
Qin Yuhe: "I think we will be much more harmonious tonight."
Song Xinya: "Mhm."
His tone was cool, calm, and completely open, which made her, with her bright red face, seem overly restrained.
If it were any other man discussing these topics with Song Xinya, she would definitely think he was flirting with her.
But she knew Qin Yuhe wasn't.
Qin Yuhe was seriously discussing their performance in bed so that their marital life could be more wonderful.
Look, what is a perfectionist? This is a perfectionist. Whether at work or in bed, he had to do his absolute best!
Song Xinya wanted to tell herself: You lucky girl, you're eating well.
Forget it, forget it. She better finish her food quickly and slip away. She really couldn't discuss making love with him without blushing or her heart skipping a beat.
Fortunately, Song Tingye woke up, drawn by the smell of food.
First thing in the morning, her younger brother picked up a tomahawk steak and started gnawing on it: "Wow, so delicious!"
Song Xinya was used to this.
Qin Yuhe hadn't quite adapted yet: "Eating this for breakfast, can you stomach it?"
Song Tingye: "Not only can I stomach it, I can eat another piece!"
Qin Yuhe: "Having a good appetite is a blessing. May your blessings be as vast as the eastern sea, little brother."
Song Tingye chuckled: "Brother-in-law, you really have a way with words. I just love hearing you speak."
Qin Yuhe: "Little brother, remember, you are a man destined for great things in the future."
Song Tingye thumped his chest loudly: "Brother-in-law, say no more. Today I'll absolutely finish twenty sets of practice papers!"
Without Song Xinya having to push him, her brother was already taking the initiative to study.
.........
After breakfast, Qin Yuhe sat in the Rolls-Royce waiting for Song Xinya to go to work together. Turning his head, he looked through the window and saw her riding away on her little pink electric scooter.
He wanted to greet her, but his new wife stared straight ahead, not sparing him a single glance.
Song Xinya didn't want to discuss those embarrassing things with him anymore. Of the thirty-six stratagems, fleeing was the best.
The driver also saw Song Xinya's departing figure and asked, "Mr. Qin, can we leave now?"
The assistant, who was looking down organizing the materials Qin Yuhe needed for today's meeting, said: "No, Miss Song hasn't gotten in the car yet."
Qin Yuhe: "Let's go."
The assistant turned to look at Qin Yuhe: "Mr. Qin, why?"
Qin Yuhe: "My wife didn't wait for me and left first. Are you satisfied with this answer?"
The assistant: "..."
He suddenly wanted to slap himself. Why did he have to talk so much!
.........
Song Xinya arrived at the Qin Group headquarters building.
She parked her little pink scooter in the shed, plugged it in to charge, and walked toward the building's entrance.
"Song Xinya!"
A clear, cheerful male voice came from behind, sounding somewhat familiar.
Song Xinya turned around. The cool morning breeze blew against her face, fluttering her long hair in the golden sunlight, making it gleam beautifully like an unfurling dark silk ribbon.
Chen Siyan looked at her and felt dizzy for a moment.
He raised his arm with a refreshing smile and waved at her: "Song Xinya, do you still remember who I am?"
Song Xinya: "I remember, Manager Chen."
When she first came to the Qin Group for an interview, he was the interviewer for her second round.
"I thought you had forgotten me," Chen Siyan's smile grew even brighter, showing eight teeth, as he jogged toward her.
He glanced at the little pink scooter and asked, "You rode an electric bike here?"
Song Xinya: "Yeah, did you too?"
Chen Siyan: "I drove here."
He pointed to an Audi A8 behind him: "That's my car."
Song Xinya: "It's a nice car."
Chen Siyan: "Hey, it's just average. I'm planning to switch to a Bentley this year."
He walked in front of Song Xinya, walking backward with light steps. His slender figure faced her, radiating a vibrant, youthful energy.
"Did Director Zhao Yinian tell you which department manager will be mentoring you?"
In a company, a department manager usually leads a few subordinates. This manager is their direct supervisor, and they interact frequently at work.
Song Xinya: "No, she just told me to come to work today."
Chen Siyan smiled and said, "I know."
Song Xinya glanced at him. "Don't tell me it's you?"
Chen Siyan: "Bingo, you guessed it! Haha."
"..." Song Xinya thought this man was surprisingly lively.
Chen Siyan lifted his chin at her. "If you have any work-related issues in the future, let's communicate more, learn from each other, and make progress together."
Song Xinya: "Roger that, boss."
Chen Siyan smiled. "You don't have to keep calling me boss. I'm actually not that strict; I'm quite easygoing normally."
Song Xinya could already tell.
As the two walked forward, they saw a woman in a white dress entering the building. She had sunglasses perched on her head, exquisite makeup, and lips painted a bright crimson.
Song Xinya recognized her; it was the General Manager, Zhao Yinian.
She was the interviewer during her third-round interview. At the time, she had coldly told her to go back and wait for news, but later took the initiative to call her and offer her the job at the Qin Group.
Zhao Yinian looked over in Song Xinya's direction.
Chen Siyan greeted her loudly, "Morning, Ms. Zhao."
Zhao Yinian didn't speak, just gave a lukewarm nod.
Chen Siyan pointed at Song Xinya. "Ms. Zhao, this is Song..."
"I have things to do," Zhao Yinian said, turning and walking into the lobby.
Chen Siyan turned to Song Xinya. "Don't take it to heart. Zhao Yinian is just like that. She always acts all high and mighty, walking around with a long face like someone owes her five million."
"You don't need to be afraid of her. We're here to work and make money, not to suck up to the bosses. As long as we keep up appearances, it's fine. The salary we get every month is the only thing that's real."
"Zhao Yinian has a moody, strict, and mean personality..."
Chen Siyan looked around, leaned in close to Song Xinya, and whispered, "Usually, we all call her Abbess Miejue."
Song Xinya: "Isn't it a bit bad for us to talk about her like this?"
Chen Siyan: "So what? She really is like that."
Song Xinya couldn't hold back a laugh.
Chen Siyan laughed even louder, his laughter echoing loudly.
By the side of the road, inside a Rolls-Royce, Qin Yuhe watched this scene, his face turning dark.
She wouldn't commute to work with him, yet here she was, chatting quite happily with another man.
