The sounds coming from the room rose and fell, continuing for a very long time without stopping.
Maybe Qin Yuhe really cherished this opportunity and couldn’t bear to end it so easily. Song Xinya thought of the slogan from the Nanfu battery commercial: “One battery is stronger than six.”
Halfway through, Qin Yuhe changed the sheets.
The silk sheets offered no support at all. Song Xinya lay on them, cold and clammy, sliding downward.
Besides, some parts of the sheets had already become completely unusable.
Qin Yuhe replaced them with striped jersey cotton sheets. Their skin-friendly texture made it feel as though she had fallen into a soft cloud.
The moment it was over, Song Xinya closed her eyes and immediately fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, the pillow beneath her head had been replaced by Qin Yuhe’s arm.
The pillow she had originally placed beneath her hips was obviously no longer usable and had been tossed aside.
The next morning, since she hadn’t gone to bed too late the night before, Song Xinya was still in decent spirits and managed to get up on time for work.
It was Monday, and according to company tradition, they had a morning meeting.
Afterward, Chen Siyan asked her, “President Song, why is your voice so hoarse?”
Because she had used a pillow beneath her the night before, every thrust from Qin Yuhe had felt as though he were using twice the force. Song Xinya’s volume had also been doubled.
And so, her throat had become gloriously hoarse.
Song Xinya told Chen Siyan, “I have the flu.”
Being the warmhearted person he was, Chen Siyan ran to the pharmacy and bought a whole pile of flu medicine, placing it on Song Xinya’s desk.
“President Song, take your medicine.”
Song Xinya said, “...Just leave it there. I’ll take it later.”
Chen Siyan said, “The flu can be mild or severe. Your condition might suddenly worsen in ten minutes, and your throat could end up feeling like you swallowed razor blades. If you’re sick, you have to treat it early. Hurry up and take the medicine now.”
Song Xinya said, “By the way, President Chen, Tiantianquan has caught the flu too. Didn’t you know?”
Chen Siyan turned and ran outside. “I’m going to bring her some medicine!”
He carried a large bag of cold medicine to the beauty salon where Tiantianquan worked.
Bringing warmth from a thousand miles away—wouldn’t Tiantianquan be moved to tears? Winning her over and taking her home as his wife was surely just around the corner!
Tiantianquan came downstairs. Chen Siyan immediately went to meet her and thrust the large bag of medicine in front of her.
“Take your medicine!”
Tiantianquan stared at him. “Chen Siyan, are you sick? I’m perfectly fine. Why would I need medicine? Are you cursing me?”
His beautiful dream of winning Tiantianquan over and marrying her shattered into pieces.
An hour later, Chen Siyan stood in front of Song Xinya once again.
“President Song, why did you lie to me?”
Song Xinya hadn’t expected him to take a huge bag of medicine all the way to Tiantianquan. Honestly, he had spent two hours driving back and forth, and he wasn’t even tired?
“I’m sorry, President Chen.”
Chen Siyan said, “It’s fine. Have you taken your medicine?”
Song Xinya replied, “Don’t worry. I took it.”
After Chen Siyan left, Song Xinya opened her drawer and glanced inside. The medicine was still sitting there, completely untouched.
That evening, when Song Xinya returned home, she willingly went to the bathroom to wash up. Then she lay on the bed and placed a pillow beneath her hips.
Qin Yuhe covered her body and began putting her through “thorough training”...
Three times. Not one more, not one less.
And so the curtain rose on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday...
For two full weeks—fourteen days—Qin Yuhe did not show her mercy even once. Three times every day, without missing a single session.
Song Xinya grew increasingly listless and exhausted.
Every day, she went to work carrying a thermos filled with kidney-nourishing mulberries, goji berries, and red dates.
She was still young, yet she had already begun living like a middle-aged man focused on preserving his vitality.
As for Qin Yuhe, he remained energetic and radiant, looking more spirited with each passing day.
Song Xinya felt as though he was about to drain her dry.
When she told Qin Yuhe that she was nearly wrung out, he said, “I looked it up. Preparing for pregnancy has to be measured in months. If we stop halfway through, then when we start again next month, we’ll have to begin all over from scratch and do it every day without stopping.”
Song Xinya cried out inwardly: Heavens above, send down a bolt of lightning and strike me dead!
She could complain all she wanted, but she definitely didn’t want to start all over again.
One had to see things through to the end!
After washing up, Song Xinya lay on the bed and very skillfully stuffed a pillow beneath her hips.
“Let’s begin!”
The two of them diligently worked on getting pregnant for an entire month.
Song Xinya’s lower back nearly broke!
And then...
She welcomed...
Her period!
Song Xinya felt both delighted and worried.
The good news was that she finally didn’t have to do it anymore. She could rest for seven days.
The bad news was that she hadn’t gotten pregnant.
She asked Qin Yuhe in puzzlement, “We followed your cousin’s advice for preparing for pregnancy to the letter. Why haven’t we conceived?”
Qin Yuhe was puzzled too.
The two of them lay on the bed in frustration and sighed.
Qin Yuhe said, “I’ll ask my cousin sometime soon why his advice didn’t work.”
Song Xinya muttered, “This is worrying me so much that I’m going to lose sleep.”
She tilted her head onto the pillow and fell instantly asleep.
Back before she was married, there had been countless days when she didn’t have to sleep with a man. Now, Song Xinya cherished those days beyond measure.
During her seven-day period, she even hummed happily while changing her sanitary pads.
She only wished her period lasted longer. Before she had enjoyed those peaceful days enough, the seven days were already over.
The two of them began a new round of trying to conceive.
To avoid going through all that effort for nothing again, Song Xinya told Qin Yuhe, “Go ask your cousin again. Ask him carefully this time, and make sure you don’t leave anything out.”
Qin Yuhe thought that he and his cousin had already discussed everything clearly. What else was there to ask?
But he still had to listen to his wife.
The next day, Qin Yuhe carried two cases of Wangzai milk into the Fu family home.
In the living room, the little boy was playing with building blocks, while the little girl was dressing her Barbie doll.
When the little boy saw Qin Yuhe, he looked up and called, “Uncle,” before returning to his blocks.
When the little girl saw Qin Yuhe, her grape-like eyes sparkled. She tossed her beloved Barbie doll onto the floor and ran toward him, stretching out her lotus-root-like arms as she called in a babyish voice, “Uncle Hehe, carry me~”
The little girl was running too fast and suddenly lost her balance, about to fall.
Qin Yuhe strode forward and caught her securely in both arms.
He gently patted her back and said warmly, “Slow down, Little Yanxi. Don’t fall.”
The little girl hugged Qin Yuhe’s arm tightly and said in her soft, babyish voice, “I can’t fall down. If I fall, Uncle Hehe will worry about me.”
The little boy stared at her in confusion. “Little sister, why did you run so fast when you saw Uncle Hehe?”
The little girl’s round eyes curved into crescent moons. “Because Uncle Hehe is handsome.”
The little boy glanced at Qin Yuhe’s face and said, “Uncle Hehe isn’t as handsome as me.”
Qin Yuhe said, “The two cases of Wangzai milk I brought are all for your sister.”
The little boy tossed his building blocks onto the floor, kicked his short little legs, and ran over to hug Qin Yuhe’s other arm.
“I was too far away before and couldn’t see clearly. Uncle Hehe is more handsome than me.”
Qin Yuhe said, “Just how handsome is your uncle? Explain in detail.”
Little Bao: “Last night, I dreamed about Guanyin Bodhisattva. She said a super, super, super, super handsome guy would buy me Wangzai milk today. Guanyin Bodhisattva also told me that whoever buys me Wangzai milk will live to be a hundred.”
His chubby little hand tugged back and forth on Qin Yuhe’s arm. “Uncle Hehe, will you buy me Wangzai milk?”
Qin Yuhe: “You’ve even brought Guanyin Bodhisattva into this. If I don’t buy you any, wouldn’t I be struck down by heaven?”
Little Bao covered his mouth and giggled.
When Fu Xiaochen came downstairs, he saw his son shamelessly sucking up to Qin Yuhe for a carton of milk.
“You only come by once every few hundred years, and today you made a special trip just to turn my son into an idiot?”
Qin Yuhe: “There’s something I want to talk to you about.”
Fu Xiaochen thought about how much time had passed. A month had gone by. “Is your wife pregnant?”
Qin Yuhe: “She’s not.”
Fu Xiaochen gripped the banister and burst into loud laughter, mercilessly mocking him. “Qin Yuhe, are you even capable of this? I already told you the method, and you couldn’t even copy it properly. Don’t tell me you’re impotent!”
Qin Yuhe: “Your method doesn’t work.”
Fu Xiaochen: “How could my method not work? My wife and I did it two or three times a week, and she got pregnant within a month.”
Qin Yuhe froze slightly. “What did you say?”
