After telling Old Madam Qin that he was leaving, Qin Yuhe headed back. On the way, he saw a crowd gathered around the swimming pool.
“Oh my God, who fell into the pool in this freezing weather?”
“Zhang Yingying! The Song family’s stepdaughter!”
“If she stays in that water much longer, she’ll freeze solid.”
“More than that—she’ll freeze to death!”
When Fu Xiaochen saw Qin Yuhe approaching, he called out, “Aren’t you a good swimmer? Hurry up and save that woman who fell in.”
Qin Yuhe looked at him coldly. “You seem so concerned about her. You go save her.”
Fu Xiaochen said, “I’m not a good swimmer.”
Qin Yuhe replied, “You can go down there and die with her.”
Fu Xiaochen: “...I’m a married man. What would it look like for me to die with another woman? Wouldn’t that be betraying my wife?”
Qin Yuhe walked straight ahead. “I won’t betray my wife either.”
His wife’s enemies were his enemies. There was no question about that.
When it came to taking her side, there was no hesitation. He would never choose wrong.
When Qin Yuhe reached the entrance of the restaurant, he saw Song Xinya standing beside the window with her back against the wall. Her long lashes hung low, and her eyes were vacant. The lively spirit she usually carried was gone, replaced by a look of dejection.
Qin Yuhe’s heart felt as though it had been struck by a heavy hammer.
He walked over to her and stood facing the window, gazing outside. “The moon is beautiful tonight.”
Song Xinya looked out the window and raised her head, glancing around. “There’s no moon.”
Qin Yuhe pointed toward the sky. “Look. Isn’t that the moon?”
Song Xinya widened her eyes and looked in the direction he indicated. The sky was pitch-black, and there was nothing there.
“Qin Yuhe, are you teasing me?”
Qin Yuhe unclenched his hand, and a delicate necklace dangled from it. It was shaped like a crescent moon, crafted from platinum and set with diamonds. The exquisitely cut stones reflected the light with dazzling brilliance, sparkling with luxurious, magnificent fire.
It was beautiful and romantic.
“The moon is here, Yaya.”
The desolation in Song Xinya’s eyes was chased away. Her moist pupils brightened with renewed radiance.
“What a beautiful moon.”
Qin Yuhe fastened the moon necklace around her neck. Seeing the brilliant smile spread across her face, he felt his own heart relax.
“You have a moon of your own now, Yaya.”
He leaned toward her and put the necklace around her neck.
Song Xinya ran her fingers over the exquisite diamond moon. Its dazzling fire shimmered across her fingertips.
“It isn’t a holiday today. Why did you suddenly give me a present?”
Because he wanted to make her happy.
If a gift could make her happy, then he would—
“How about I give you a present every day from now on, Yaya?”
Song Xinya’s eyes curved into a radiant smile. “That would be too extravagant. Just give me gifts on holidays. Who gives someone a present every single day?”
Qin Yuhe pulled her into his arms. “Then I’ll be the first person who does.”
The two of them walked out of the restaurant. As they passed the swimming pool, Song Xinya saw the crowd gathered around it.
Zhang Yingying was drenched from head to toe. Water dripped from her soaking-wet hair as she curled up on the ground, shivering violently.
Song Xinya asked, “How did she fall into the pool?”
Naturally, Qin Yuhe had no intention of repeating the filthy things Zhang Yingying had said to her earlier.
He answered lightly, “Maybe she thought the pool water looked tasty, so she jumped in for a drink.”
Song Xinya laughed when she heard that. “Is she sick?”
Qin Yuhe said, “I’ve always thought there was something wrong with her brain.”
With an arm around her, he led her away. Their bodies leaned against each other, and they looked sweet and deeply in love.
By the pool, Zhang Yingying watched through a gap in the crowd as Qin Yuhe left with Song Xinya in his arms.
When Li Cuirou learned that her daughter had fallen into the pool, she hurried over in a panic. “Yingying, how did you fall into the swimming pool?”
Zhang Yingying replied, “Qin Yuhe kicked me in.”
Li Cuirou said angrily, “How could he do that? What right did he have to kick someone? I’m going to confront him!”
Zhang Yingying grabbed her. “Mom, don’t go.”
She was afraid that if her mother went, Qin Yuhe might kick her into the pool too.
Besides, as Zhang Yingying stared at the backs of Qin Yuhe and Song Xinya, a mocking smile appeared on her face.
When it came to carrying on the family line, men valued that above everything else. They especially favored sons, believing that only a son could continue a family’s bloodline.
There were always stories online about wives who gave birth to daughters, only for their husbands to secretly seek out mistresses and have sons with them.
Even those nouveau riche men with twenty million yuan in the bank thought that way. How could the Qin family be any different? It was a prestigious clan that had been passed down for more than a century. There was absolutely no way they would tolerate their family line ending.
Zhang Yingying laughed scornfully. “Qin Yuhe and Song Xinya won’t stay together for long.”
Li Cuirou supported her daughter, who looked like a drenched stray dog, as they left the Qin residence.
When they reached the entrance, they saw a black Rolls-Royce driving away.
Inside the car, Qin Yuhe had Song Xinya pressed against the seat as he kissed her.
He kissed her moist, full lips with tenderness, affection, and devotion.
Under the starry ceiling of the car, their eyes met. The temperature between them instantly grew scorching.
When she parted her lips and gasped for breath, his tongue slipped into her mouth, teasing and tempting her as their lips and tongues became entwined.
After kissing Song Xinya for a while, Qin Yuhe slipped a hand inside her neckline, stroking, kneading, and lightly squeezing her.
Song Xinya’s cheeks flushed with a seductive glow. Her lips parted as she breathed rapidly, shimmering with moisture.
Her voice was soft and enticing. “Why are you in such a hurry today?”
Qin Yuhe replied, “I’m setting the mood in the car first. That way, when we get home, I can take good care of you.”
Song Xinya said, “...You could just wait until we get home.”
Qin Yuhe answered, “This way, I can make you happy the moment we walk through the door.”
Song Xinya: “...All right.”
“All right?” Qin Yuhe lifted his head from her chest and looked at her. “You’re not willing?”
Song Xinya said, “Of course I am.”
Who could possibly refuse being taken care of by the capital’s princeling—a broad-shouldered, slim-waisted man with eight-pack abs and a devastatingly handsome face?
Everything else could wait. Enjoyment came first!
He had countless ways to make her happy.
When they got home, Song Xinya lay on the bed while Qin Yuhe lifted her skirt and gathered it around her waist.
He lowered his head between her thighs...
The crimson, dazzling dawn spread across the earth, adding a touch of warmth to the cold winter.
When Qin Yuhe rose and left for the company, Song Xinya was still fast asleep.
The rosy glow of dawn illuminated her fair, flushed cheeks. Her red lips were slightly parted, and she slept soundly, showing no sign of waking.
Dressed in a sharp suit, Qin Yuhe walked to the bedside and bent down to kiss her forehead. His lips lingered for a moment before he straightened and left.
On the thirty-eighth floor, in the president’s office, Qin Yuhe sat in his chair and asked the assistant standing before him, “Did you find anything about the matter I asked you to investigate?”
The assistant replied, “I’ve investigated it thoroughly.”
Qin Yuhe asked, “Did Zhang Yingying tamper with my wife’s examination results?”
