Song Xinya's body trembled, and she instantly dared not move.
"Mr. Qin, don't..."
Qin Yuhe's fingers traced the skin of her waist, seemingly unintentionally.
"What, I can't touch my own wife?"
Song Xinya's hands pressed against the bed, her slender white fingers curling and gripping the bedsheets tightly.
The newly smoothed sheets wrinkled once more.
"You can..."
Qin Yuhe's large hand caressed her even more brazenly, sliding slowly down the graceful curve of her waist toward her hips.
His wandering fingers were as agile as a slithering snake, leaving a burning, scorching sensation in their wake.
Just as his fingers traced the slender curve between her waist and hips, right before touching her bottom, Song Xinya rolled over on the bed. A faint fragrance wafted through the air like tumbling rose petals as her dark hair fanned out across the sheets.
"Mr. Qin, let's take a nap."
Qin Yuhe's hand grasped empty air.
He lay down beside her, the two of them resting side by side.
Every time Song Xinya shared a bed with him, her heart would thump like a frightened rabbit. Unless he exhausted her to the point of sleep, she couldn't drift off at all.
Qin Yuhe, on the other hand, had exceptional sleep quality whenever he lay next to her.
But today was a bit different. Qin Yuhe didn't fall asleep immediately. He kept his eyes open, lay there for a while, and then said to her, "I need to go on a business trip this afternoon."
Song Xinya's closed eyes suddenly snapped open, sparkling brightly. "Really?"
The joy in her tone practically spilled over.
Qin Yuhe turned on his side, looked at her face, and saw the shimmering light in her eyes.
Tsk.
"I'm going on a business trip, and you seem happy about it?"
This was different from what he saw in TV shows and books. When other couples had to part, the woman would be teary-eyed and reluctant to let go.
Not her. She was looking forward to his departure.
Qin Yuhe thought about it and asked, "Do you have a problem with me?"
Song Xinya: "No, I don't."
Qin Yuhe: "What exactly am I doing that makes you dissatisfied?"
Song Xinya: "You're too energetic, and you last way too long."
Qin Yuhe: "Isn't that a good thing?"
Any man hearing those words would have the corners of his mouth curl up.
It really was a good thing.
It was just that Qin Yuhe's advantage in this area was overwhelmingly prominent.
Song Xinya asked, "Could you maybe use a little less force in the future, and keep it a bit shorter?"
Qin Yuhe finally understood why she was so eager for him to leave.
She was terrified of his stamina.
Qin Yuhe thought about it seriously, then said, "This kind of thing is a lot like eating. If you always eat very little, your appetite stays small. If you always eat a lot, your appetite grows. Someone with a small stomach won't stay that way forever; as long as you eat a little more, you can stretch your stomach. The reason you think I'm too energetic and last too long right now is because we haven't done it enough. In the future, we'll just have to practice more, and you'll get used to it."
Song Xinya: "..."
Song Xinya: "!!!!!!"
How did this conversation turn into him not only refusing to reduce the workload but actually increasing the intensity?
Just hearing those words made her lower back start to ache.
Qin Yuhe checked the time and said, "I'll be going to Shanghai for a business trip for a while. I'm not sure exactly how long I'll stay, but I'll be back once the project is done. When I return to Jingbei, I'll help you 'stretch your appetite'."
Song Xinya: "...Okay then."
Qin Yuhe's lips curled into a playful smile.
He straightened up, sat up, and looked back at her. "I'm leaving."
Song Xinya thought he would leave after their nap and asked in surprise, "Now?"
"Yeah." Qin Yuhe got out of bed and adjusted his shirt cuffs.
Song Xinya pushed herself up with both hands and sat up. "I'll see you out."
Qin Yuhe pressed his hands against her shoulders, pushing her gently back down onto the bed. "I can tell you're tired. Lie down and rest. You don't need to see me out."
Song Xinya blinked and gave him a soft, warm smile. "Okay."
Qin Yuhe pinched her cheek, stood up, and left.
Song Xinya was left all alone in the massive bedroom.
As the minutes and seconds ticked by, his scent gradually faded.
When Qin Yuhe was there, Song Xinya couldn't sleep. Now that he was gone, she tossed and turned in bed. When she closed her eyes and couldn't see him, he began to appear in her mind.
She still couldn't fall asleep.
When the lunch break was over, Song Xinya returned to the company.
This afternoon, she had to tutor the little demon, Qin Yuyan. She sat at her desk, organizing the textbooks and test papers she needed to bring.
Having gathered all her things, she was about to leave when Chen Siyan slid his chair over to block her path. "As your direct supervisor, I must kindly remind you that the little demon has an endless stream of tricks up her sleeve. You need to be prepared in advance."
Chen Siyan looked Song Xinya up and down. She was wearing a pencil skirt today. He said, "I suggest you bring a pair of pants with you, just in case."
Song Xinya was confused. "Why do I need to bring a pair of pants?"
Could the little demon forcibly strip off her skirt?
She recalled that Chen Siyan had once been pranked by the little demon. Realizing something, she asked, "When you went to interview to be the little demon's tutor, did she pull your pants down?"
Remembering that tragic and humiliating experience, Chen Siyan, who was originally an optimist, turned into a pessimist.
Song Xinya was genuinely curious about how the little demon had pranked him back then.
She leaned in close and lowered her voice. "Manager Chen, whisper it to me. What exactly did you go through? Don't worry, I definitely won't tell anyone."
Chen Siyan: "Give me a break. You just want to laugh at my expense and hear a funny story. Don't think I can't see right through you."
Seeing that he refused to say, Song Xinya slung her bag over her shoulder. "Forget it then. I'm leaving."
The surrounding colleagues friendly cheered Song Xinya on: "Teacher Song, wishing you a victorious start! Take down the little demon!"
Song Xinya: "Alright, I'll do my best. The day I conquer the little demon, I'll treat you all to milk tea and fried chicken."
The colleagues cheered, "Woohoo! Looking forward to Teacher Song's milk tea and fried chicken."
As she walked to the company entrance, Song Xinya ran straight into Zhao Yinian.
"Is Teacher Song getting ready to go tutor the little Princess Qin?"
Song Xinya's tone was flat. "Yes, General Manager Zhao."
Zhao Yinian: "For your own good, I should kindly tell you as someone with experience: don't think that just because you weren't kicked out by the little Princess Qin yesterday, you won't be today. There were people like you before who won on the first day and thought they would keep winning, only to be tortured away by the little princess in less than three days."
Song Xinya looked at Zhao Yinian and said, "Even if I fail later, I'm still better than someone who couldn't even win for a single day."
Zhao Yinian's face turned ashen.
Watching Zhao Yinian's deflated expression, Chen Siyan grinned from ear to ear.
Serves her right. With so many wicked intentions, she ought to worry about her future kids being cross-eyed.
Chen Siyan: "General Manager Zhao, Teacher Song is from our company after all. We're born of the same root, so why the rush to fry each other? As a leader, how come you can't stand seeing your subordinates do well? What's wrong, are you afraid Miss Song will snatch away your General Manager position?"
Zhao Yinian glared daggers at him. "Nobody will think you're mute if you keep your mouth shut."
Chen Siyan stretched his hand forward and sang loudly, "When seeing injustice on the road, let out a roar! Take action when it's time to take action!"
Zhao Yinian said, "There is a clause in the company regulations about respecting your superiors. If you can't do that, I have the right to fire you."
Chen Siyan replied, "Oh, I just remembered. Two companies reached out to me today, wanting to poach a livestreaming talent like me. Director Zhao, if I really leave, won't the company's sales for online livestream courses drop to zero? When you have to report to President Qin, won't that be a little hard to explain?"
Zhao Yinian said nothing more, lowering her head as she walked back to her office.
Chen Siyan whistled and tilted his chin at Song Xinya. With a flippant attitude, he said, "Don't worry, sis, Brother Yan has got your back."
Song Xinya replied, "Brother Yan is awesome," and walked away with a smile.
The moment she stepped out of the Qin Group headquarters building, her phone chimed with a message notification.
Qin Yuhe had sent her a text—
