Qin Yuhe’s face was pressed against her chest. He breathed in the sweet, intoxicating fragrance of her skin and felt the full, yielding softness beneath him. Then he heard the seductive things she was saying…
How could any man withstand such teasing?
The heat beneath his suit trousers was scorching.
Song Xinya tried desperately to ignore it, but the relentless warmth seeped through the fabric, making her body and heart tremble with desire.
Both of them were restless with anticipation, their thoughts wandering in dangerous directions.
But then—
“Here?”
Qin Yuhe lifted his head from her and glanced around the spacious, open conference room.
“In the conference room?”
Song Xinya deliberately provoked him. “Is President Qin afraid?”
Qin Yuhe chuckled. “What would I be afraid of? If you don’t mind being recorded by the camera above us, I can take off my pants and cooperate with you right now.”
Song Xinya looked up. A camera with a glowing red light was pointed straight at her.
Like a startled kitten, she sprang off his lap.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
Qin Yuhe said, “It’s not too late now.”
“Everything I just did and said was recorded!”
“The thing you were doing hasn’t actually started yet, and what you said was nothing too bad.”
Nothing too bad?
What would people think of her if they saw it?
A nymphomaniac?
A woman who couldn’t get enough?
She would be utterly humiliated.
In private, she and Qin Yuhe could be as uninhibited as they pleased. After all, they were husband and wife, and the more open they were with each other, the more thrilling and wonderful the experience would be. But something so intimate absolutely couldn’t be seen by anyone else.
Song Xinya was so anxious that a fine sheen of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose.
Qin Yuhe brushed a finger over the bridge of her nose. “I’ll go delete the footage. I’ll do it myself.”
Song Xinya returned first to the hotel room where he was staying. After a while, Qin Yuhe came back.
“It’s deleted. Don’t worry. Your pure and innocent image is safe.”
“Pure and innocent? Who, me?”
“In front of me, you’re bold and fiery. Outside, you’re quite the picture of purity.”
Song Xinya thought about some of the things she had done in the past. He did have a point.
At that moment, she was wearing a dress whose hem fell to her knees. Her slender, straight calves were bare, white and smooth as polished jade.
Qin Yuhe grasped her lower leg and pulled firmly.
Like a fish sliding across a chopping board, Song Xinya glided over the smooth silk sheets and slipped beneath him.
A moment later, his strong, lean body had her pinned securely beneath him.
His palm caressed her knee. “It’s healed. Even the scab is gone.”
Her heart beating rapidly, she replied, “It’s completely healed.”
Qin Yuhe curved his lips into a smile filled with sensual desire.
“How about we don’t go home tonight? We can spend the night here in Hebei, in this hotel instead of our own bed.”
Song Xinya glanced around the room. The unfamiliar surroundings and completely different décor did give her a fresh, novel feeling.
“I think it’ll feel wonderful.”
Qin Yuhe said, “Whether it feels good or not depends on me, doesn’t it?”
“A different setting will make it feel different.”
“Then you’re saying the setting is what will make you happy?”
Song Xinya wrapped both arms around his neck, lifted her body, and rubbed against his waist and abdomen. Her voice was sweet and sultry.
“How could the setting compare with you? You’re the one who’s best at making me happy.”
Qin Yuhe was immensely pleased. In a rush of desire, he slid his hand beneath her skirt.
Just then, Old Madam Qin called.
“Hello, Grandson. You and Yaya have been trying for a baby for so long. Have you succeeded yet?”
Qin Yuhe replied, “Not yet.”
Old Madam Qin was so anxious that she practically wished she could stand at the head of Qin Yuhe and Song Xinya’s bed and personally instruct them on what to do.
“I’m giving you a final ultimatum. For the next month, put your work aside and stop going on business trips. Your main task is to make a baby with your wife. Within one month, you must get your wife pregnant.”
“One month?”
“That’s right. Work hard for a month. Don’t take a single day off, and don’t stop every night. If you keep at it, she should get pregnant.”
“All right. I’ll try.”
“And another thing, let me tell you—”
“You’d better not. If you hadn’t started talking, we’d already be making the baby.”
As someone who had been through it herself, Old Madam Qin understood instantly.
“Yaya is with you?”
Qin Yuhe looked down at Song Xinya, whose face was flushed beneath him. He lowered his head and kissed her lips, his voice deep and husky.
“Yes.”
Old Madam Qin was considerate enough to hang up immediately.
“Bye-bye. You two carry on.”
Qin Yuhe tossed the phone aside, then took off his suit jacket and trousers.
Time to get to work!
