Qin Yuhe's gaze was locked firmly onto her.
His intangible gaze felt almost physical, like a flame scorching Song Xinya's chest.
She walked past him, looking straight ahead at the wardrobe. Her brow was relaxed, her expression as calm as usual.
That is, if one ignored her bright red ears.
As her slender, alluring figure brushed past Qin Yuhe, he caught the faint, elegant fragrance of her body. It mingled with his own scent, intertwining seamlessly to create an intimate, ambiguous atmosphere where their essences were hopelessly tangled.
He saw her composed face, but as his gaze drifted past her cheek, he also caught sight of her flushed ears.
A smile spread into the depths of Qin Yuhe's eyes.
Song Xinya walked over to the wardrobe and opened it, only to see her ten bras hanging haphazardly. The colorful pieces were interspersed among Qin Yuhe's black, white, and gray clothes—one here, one there, with one even draped over his black suit.
He had already changed his clothes, so it was obvious he had seen the chaotic scene inside the wardrobe.
This time, he hadn't folded her bras into neat little squares to tuck them away.
He had taken her words to heart.
Song Xinya's eyes curved in an unconscious smile.
Her slender, fair fingers brushed over the vibrant colors before selecting a burgundy bra.
Looking at that seductive shade of burgundy, Qin Yuhe suddenly remembered that Song Xinya owned a burgundy nightgown.
She had worn it once before they had consummated their relationship.
Now that they were intimately involved, why had she stopped wearing it?
Qin Yuhe could tell that the burgundy piece was quite revealing; rather than a nightgown, it was more like lingerie.
Meant for flirting.
Wasn't that kind of clothing meant to be worn during sex to set the mood?
Why was Mrs. Qin avoiding it now?
Song Xinya's fingers slowly rubbed the burgundy fabric. Even without turning around, she could feel the scorching gaze on her back.
She hesitated to make her next move.
She hinted for him to leave: "Mr. Qin, I need to change."
Qin Yuhe: "Do you want me to help you put your bra on?"
Song Xinya: "...No."
"Go ahead and change," Qin Yuhe said, still staring at her.
Song Xinya: "...Alright."
Qin Yuhe watched her ears grow redder and redder, a smirk playing on his lips.
How could he not understand what she meant? Song Xinya knew he was doing this on purpose.
Her fingers began to unbutton her shirt. One by one, the buttons came undone, revealing her full, graceful figure.
She stood with her back to him, so Qin Yuhe couldn't see her front.
But precisely because he couldn't see, it left more to the imagination.
The images of him riding above her last night flooded his mind frame by frame.
Qin Yuhe's throat felt dry.
Having tasted her, he knew best that she truly embodied the words "delicate and soft." Every inch of her skin was incredibly sensitive. With just a light touch, she would let out a sweet, drippingly seductive moan that sounded utterly delightful.
With her shirt completely unbuttoned, Song Xinya picked up the burgundy lingerie, ready to slip it on.
The man's scent surged from afar, closing in on her along with an oppressive, aggressive aura.
Qin Yuhe stood behind Song Xinya, his large hand sliding onto her thigh.
Song Xinya was entirely enveloped by his tall figure. His breath fell upon the top of her head, and her back felt flush with heat.
After all, they had slept together twice now, so she understood him a little. She knew that him touching her thigh was a signal.
Last night, the two of them had tossed and turned until four in the morning before finally going to sleep.
At most, only four hours had passed.
And he already wanted it again.
Wasn't his libido a bit too strong?
Song Xinya felt like she had married a tireless perpetual motion machine.
The hand resting on her thigh began to wander inward.
Song Xinya's heart trembled fiercely.
"Mr... Mr. Qin, I'm going to be late for work."
Qin Yuhe's hand paused, giving her inner thigh a firm pat. "Tonight?"
Song Xinya wanted to ask if they could take a night off.
Even a regular job had a five-day workweek with two days off. But looking at his high spirits, he wanted it every single night.
How was this more exhausting than going to work?
Song Xinya could easily imagine that, given Qin Yuhe's perfectionist attitude toward everything, if she said she didn't want to, he would definitely apply the rigorous dedication of solving an Olympic math problem to interrogate her. He would demand to know why—was it because he hadn't pleased her?
Then he would analyze it step by step, asking if she liked it this way, or that way...
The embarrassing questions would never end.
Song Xinya closed her eyes and replied, "Okay. Wait until tonight."
Qin Yuhe smiled. It seemed she wanted it just as much.
He didn't linger in the bedroom any longer. Retracting his hand from her thigh, he turned and walked out.
The moment his steady footsteps left the bedroom, Song Xinya took off his white shirt and began to put on her bra.
Time was too tight, leaving no room for breakfast. Song Xinya hurried through the living room, bypassed the dining table, and dashed toward the door.
Song Tingye: "Sis, at least grab a beef bun before you go."
Song Xinya didn't stop her frantic pace, continuing to sprint forward. "No time! I'm going to be late!"
Song Tingye was thoroughly bewildered. In the past, his sister used to wake up early every day to make him a hearty breakfast. The siblings would eat together, and then she would head to work without rushing.
Now that she was married and didn't need to cook breakfast anymore, she somehow woke up late every day.
Could it be because...
Could it be because his sister...
Had gotten lazy?
Song Tingye grabbed two large beef buns and bolted after Song Xinya.
"Sis, skipping breakfast is bad for your health! You could get gastritis, cholecystitis, or gallstones!"
The young man's lean figure shot forward like an arrow from a bow, quickly catching up to Song Xinya.
Song Tingye shoved the two large buns into Song Xinya's arms. "Sis, take these and eat them on the way."
Song Xinya stood next to her little pink electric scooter. "I ride a scooter to work. How am I supposed to eat on the way?"
Song Tingye: "Ride with one hand and stuff the bun into your mouth with the other?"
Song Xinya: "Gee, thanks for the brilliant idea."
Stretching out his long legs, Song Tingye straddled the little pink scooter. "Sis, I'll drop you off at work. That way, you can sit on the back and eat your buns."
An arm wrapped around Song Xinya's shoulder, a large palm gripping her soft arm as Qin Yuhe pulled her into his embrace.
"I'll be taking your sister to work today. In the Rolls-Royce."
Song Tingye slapped his forehead. "Look at me, brother-in-law. I'm just so used to living poor that I completely forgot—I'm not that broke kid anymore. I'm the brother-in-law of a rich man now!"
"Who would ride a scooter when there's a Rolls-Royce? Sis, hurry up and go with my brother-in-law."
Song Xinya slid into the backseat of the Rolls-Royce, and Qin Yuhe placed a thermal lunchbox into her hands. "Breakfast."
Cupping the thermal box with both hands, Song Xinya felt its warmth spread through her palms, melting into her heart. "You prepared this for me."
Qin Yuhe didn't seem to want any credit. His expression remained cool and indifferent, treating the act of preparing breakfast for her as a given.
"I estimated your schedule and knew you wouldn't have time for breakfast, so I prepared this in advance."
Song Xinya: "Thank you."
Qin Yuhe: You're welcome. This is what I should do as a husband.
Song Xinya was suddenly amused by his serious demeanor.
And she did indeed smile, her eyes curving into sweet crescents.
Qin Yuhe turned his head to look at her. What are you laughing at?
Song Xinya tilted her head, gazing at his handsome and striking face. I think you're a bit cute.
Qin Yuhe's long, straight eyelashes fluttered down, drawing a beautiful silhouette in the air, before lifting again.
After a second of thought, he said, The word cute is used to describe girls.
Song Xinya asked him, Can't it describe boys?
Qin Yuhe: It can, but I am a man.
Song Xinya: Then I'm not a girl either.
Qin Yuhe looked into her eyes, sincere and gentle. You will always be a girl, a beautiful and cute girl.
At these unexpected sweet words, the hidden sweetness spilled over Song Xinya's upturned lips, and her cheeks grew a little hot.
She lowered her head shyly. A strand of hair fell over her cheek, and the sunlight streaming through the car window illuminated it, creating an indescribably gentle and bashful beauty.
Song Xinya opened the insulated lunch box in her hands. It had three tiers: the top held sandwiches, the middle had a bird's nest, red date, and donkey-hide gelatin soup, and the bottom tier contained fresh fruits—blueberries, strawberries, cherry tomatoes, and cherries.
As Song Xinya reached for a sandwich, Song Tingye's arm reached in through the car window, placing two beef buns into the lunch box. Sis, here, eat a bit more.
It was hard to refuse such kindness; her younger brother had run all the way over just to bring her buns.
Song Xinya: Okay, go back and finish your meal. Don't just play after eating, remember to do your test papers and practice your terrible handwriting.
Faced with Song Xinya's daily nagging, Song Tingye didn't feel annoyed.
He had grown up without a mother, and having an old scumbag for a father was worse than having none. His grandmother was mentally ill and couldn't even take care of herself. In this vast world, only his sister Song Xinya loved him.
A family member's nagging was, after all, a form of missing and caring for someone.
Song Tingye actually quite enjoyed the feeling of being nagged by Song Xinya.
He patted his chest and said, Don't worry, ten sets of math papers and fifty pages of handwriting practice.
Song Xinya: Add two sets of language papers.
Song Tingye's hand paused on his chest. How about I do another five sets of math papers instead of the language papers?
Song Xinya: You can already get perfect scores in math, there's no room for improvement. What's the point of only doing math papers? Five sets of language papers.
Song Tingye: Alright, alright, Sis, say no more. Two sets of language papers, it's a deal.
At the mention of doing language papers, he ran away faster than a rabbit.
The car window slowly rolled up, and the Rolls-Royce drove smoothly down the road.
Song Xinya ate in small bites, chewing carefully. Her eating manners were very delicate and elegant.
Qin Yuhe had a Bluetooth earpiece in his ear and a laptop on his thighs, continuously handling work matters.
The sandwich contained cream of mushroom sauce, which got onto Song Xinya's rosy lips, white and sticky.
Qin Yuhe turned his head and saw this; his eyes darkened, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
Song Xinya noticed his gaze and looked up at him with pure eyes, parting her lips to ask, What's wrong?
Qin Yuhe's voice turned husky. There's something on your lips.
Song Xinya picked up a tissue to wipe it.
His distinctively jointed fingers pressed against her lips a step ahead of her. His finger pads were warm and soft, yet the bones were firm. The thin calluses on them had a strong presence, bringing a slightly rough, grainy texture that rubbed against the tender skin of her lips.
His fingers pressed firmly over her lips.
Her lips became clean, while his fingers were stained with the cream of mushroom sauce.
A tingling, burning sensation spread across Song Xinya's lips.
Qin Yuhe took the tissue from her hand and wiped his fingers unhurriedly.
A question floated through Song Xinya's mind: why did he use his fingers to wipe her mouth? He could have just used the tissue directly, and his fingers wouldn't have gotten dirty.
Scratching an itch with six fingers—wasn't that doing something entirely unnecessary?
When the car was a hundred meters away from the Qin Group headquarters building, Song Xinya asked the car to stop.
She pushed open the car door and stepped out, her bright, smiling face saying goodbye to Qin Yuhe through the window. Goodbye, President Qin.
Qin Yuhe adapted to his role very quickly, saying in the tone of a boss, Goodbye, Teacher Song.
The moment Song Xinya walked through the company doors, she felt that the atmosphere today was a bit off.
All her colleagues in the company were looking at her.
She walked to her cubicle. With a rumble of wheels, Chen Siyan did a neat drift over on his chair, planting his feet to brake and stopping steadily in front of her.
Teacher Song, how did the interview go yesterday for the tutoring position with Little Princess Qin?
Everyone held their breath, waiting for Song Xinya to state the result.
Interviewing to be the tutor for the apple of the eye of the number one family in the capital circle—everyone knew this was a massive opportunity, and they all wanted a piece of it.
Before Song Xinya came to the company, all the instructors in the company had gone to interview for it.
They had all failed.
And they had all been tormented miserably by the little devil.
Everyone was paying close attention to the result of Song Xinya's interview this time.
Just as Song Xinya opened her mouth to announce the result, Zhao Yinian walked over in her high heels and said to the crowd, Is there even a need to ask? Of course she failed. Is Little Princess Qin someone easy to deal with? Such an arrogant and domineering little devil, who could possibly teach her?
Chen Siyan: Director Zhao, Teacher Song hasn't even spoken yet. How do you know her interview failed?
Zhao Yinian sneered. She, a gold-medal instructor, had failed the interview; it would be a miracle if Song Xinya, a mere A-level instructor, succeeded.
Teaching the little princess required staying in the same room with a snake every day. Who wouldn't be afraid of that? It would scare the living daylights out of anyone. She didn't believe Song Xinya wasn't afraid.
Zhao Yinian waved her hand at the onlookers. Alright, stop gathering around to watch Teacher Song make a fool of herself. Teacher Song is currently heartbroken over her failed interview, let her have a good cry.
Just as the crowd was about to disperse, they heard Song Xinya's clear voice say, I have no need to be heartbroken, much less cry, because I passed the interview.
Everyone was shocked.
Zhao Yinian stood frozen in place.
Chen Siyan, holding a blade of grass, exclaimed, Song Xinya passed the interview! She did what none of us could do! Awesome! That's just incredibly awesome!
Zhao Yinian: Impossible. Song Xinya, are you lying? How could you possibly have passed the interview?
Chen Siyan: Director Zhao, look at you, being narrow-minded again. Just because you couldn't do it yourself, you insist that others can't either. You're overestimating yourself and underestimating others too much. When faced with someone else's success, we should offer our sincere congratulations and humbly ask for their advice and learn from them.
Zhao Yinian: I, a gold-medal instructor, should learn from a mere A-level instructor?
Chen Siyan: If you're so amazing, why did you fail the interview?
It was as if a large knife had been stabbed right into Zhao Yinian's heart.
Giving Chen Siyan a fierce glare, she stormed off in anger.
Song Xinya looked at Chen Siyan and asked, "Will President Zhao fire you for confronting her directly like that?"
Chen Siyan smiled and said, "I rank first in the company's online live streaming course sales. Other companies are fighting to poach me. I make a living with my own skills, so what is there to be afraid of?"
He flicked the loose hair on his forehead: "We top sales champions all have a temper."
You need to be strong yourself to forge iron. Capable people are just tough.
At noon, Chen Siyan called Song Xinya again: "Let's go. I didn't get to treat you to a meal yesterday, so I'll make up for it today. Brother Yan has money. Chinese or Western food, you can pick any place."
Song Xinya received another message from Qin Yuhe: [Come up, let's eat together.]
"Mr. Chen, let's do it another day. I have something to do today."
Being rejected twice in a row, Chen Siyan was a little suspicious: "Song Xinya, do you just not want to eat with me?"
Song Xinya: "I really have something to do."
Chen Siyan was half-believing and half-doubting: "Let's eat together tomorrow. If you reject me again, I'll really suspect that you hate me."
Song Xinya came to Qin Yuhe's office and saw him standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. His tall and handsome figure stood in the sunlight, upright and towering, looking outstanding and uninhibited. He was on the phone.
He pinched the center of his brows with one hand, seeming quite troubled.
"Consummated, Grandma. I've told you three times already, we've already consummated our marriage."
Old Mrs. Qin: "Did you really consummate it or are you faking it? Are you trying to trick me, boy?"
Qin Yuhe turned and walked toward Song Xinya. His strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his embrace in one swift motion.
Through two layers of clothing, Song Xinya could feel his hard chest and burning body temperature.
Qin Yuhe's voice fell from above Song Xinya's head, his breath spraying on her hair: "If you don't believe my words, you'll believe your granddaughter-in-law's words, right?"
Old Mrs. Qin: "Of course, I believe Yaya's words."
Qin Yuhe lowered his head, his chin resting lightly on the top of Song Xinya's head, and placed the phone near Song Xinya's lips.
Song Xinya didn't know what to say for a moment. Mr. Qin and I have already consummated our marriage?
Old Mrs. Qin knew that girls were thin-skinned, so she spoke up, "Yaya, Hehe didn't lie to me just now, right?"
Song Xinya: "No."
Old Mrs. Qin really believed it this time. The two had really consummated their marriage, and the heaviest stone in her heart finally dropped.
Hanging up the phone, Qin Yuhe explained to Song Xinya, "Grandpa and Grandma are anxious to hold a grandson or granddaughter, so they pay more attention to this matter."
Song Xinya could tell and gave a soft "Mm."
When the two did it last night, they still didn't use a condom...
Qin Yuhe was a man with great bedroom virtues.
He would always help her wipe clean what he left behind...
