There is a saying that people with a mole on their buttocks are passionate, energetic, and wealthy.
Qin Yuhe grew up amidst his parents' constant arguments. His father would stay out all night, his mother would question him hysterically, and a suffocating, depressive atmosphere lingered everywhere in the house. Any trivial matter could trigger a new round of fighting between them.
Qin Yuhe had witnessed far too much of his father Qin Hanxiao's philandering and womanizing ways.
Resolute and highly disciplined since childhood, Qin Yuhe wasn't led astray by his father. Instead, he used Qin Hanxiao as a negative example and set a strict rule for himself: he would absolutely never become a fickle and heartless man like him.
Therefore, Qin Yuhe was very conservative when it came to sex.
If he ever slept with a woman, he would take full responsibility for her.
Responsibility and commitment were carved into his very bones; he believed in staying faithful to the end.
Thus, sex held a very important place in Qin Yuhe's heart.
He had always believed that his first time would be with his wife.
A year ago, a woman suddenly broke into his room and slipped into his bed. Her soft hands caressed his body, kneading his chest, grabbing his abs, and biting his Adam's apple. She was passionate and proactive, setting fires all over him.
Her body was incredibly soft; holding her felt like embracing a cloud soaked in honey.
She was very sensitive. Whenever his hands gently touched her skin, no matter where he caressed, it would elicit shy, delicate shudders and soft moans from her.
Her voice was beautiful.
People say a woman's first time is very important to her, but in truth, a man's first time is just as important to him.
A woman never forgets the first man she sleeps with, and the same goes for a man.
That woman had a small, round black mole right in the middle of her right buttock.
Qin Yuhe had spent a year looking for that woman, but he still had no idea who she was.
Now, Qin Yuyan suddenly asked him if he had ever been with any other woman besides his sister-in-law. The memories deep within his brain were stirred, and Qin Yuhe thought of that woman with the mole on her buttock.
Brother? Bro? Bro, why aren't you saying anything? Qin Yuyan brought the phone closer to her lips. Hello? Did you turn into a butterfly and fly away?
Qin Yuhe: Do you think it's appropriate for a seventeen-year-old high school student like you to ask me such private things?
Qin Yuyan: Work together, progress together, what's yours is mine except for our spouses! Bro, we are biological siblings, what can't we talk about?
Qin Yuhe pondered for a moment. His silly little sister was usually a bit dense, but she was pure-hearted and never asked about matters between men and women. Why was she suddenly so interested in this?
A possibility crossed Qin Yuhe's mind: did this little fool want to start dating?
She couldn't even solve a quadratic equation. If she started dating boys, she would definitely be tricked out of her body and her heart.
She'd probably get sold to Myanmar to have her kidneys harvested and still happily count the money for the scammers.
Qin Yuhe's voice turned cold and stern: Qin Yuyan, I must strictly warn you, do not entertain any inappropriate thoughts. You are too young to date right now. If you do, I will cut off all your pocket money. You won't be able to wear Chanel haute couture princess dresses anymore, you won't be able to buy jewelry and necklaces as you please, and you won't live in a villa or ride in luxury cars with servants waiting on you.
Narrowing his eyes, a cold glint flashed in them: I will throw you into a room crawling with cockroaches and make you sleep in the same bed with them every day.
Qin Yuyan shivered all over and clutched her chest. Oh my god, you scared me to death! Men are nowhere near as appealing as money. I'm a shallow person, I love money more. Don't worry, bro, I absolutely will not date early.
Frightened, she confessed everything: Bro, I didn't ask you that private question because I want to date. I asked because my female tutor wanted to know. I was asking for her.
Qin Yuhe: Tell that tutor that I'm married.
Qin Yuyan: I already told her, but she still likes you.
Qin Yuhe: Tell her to fix her moral values and stop lusting after other people's husbands all day.
Song Xinya, who was listening to all of this: Thank you, but you ARE my husband.
Hanging up the phone, Qin Yuyan said to Song Xinya, Ms. Song, please don't like my brother anymore. You don't know this, but my brother has been extremely popular with women since he was little. The women who like him are as numerous as the stars in the sky. He doesn't care about their affection at all.
Also, my brother is a very determined person. He never does things halfway. I think he will be the same when it comes to marriage. Once he's married, he will definitely stay committed to one person for the rest of his life. He won't ever plan on getting a divorce.
In conclusion, Ms. Song, you and my brother have zero chance in this lifetime.
Is that so? Song Xinya smiled faintly. She was already the leading lady in Qin Yuhe's marriage drama; the ones with zero chance were the others.
A phone rang in the spacious living room, and Song Xinya answered it.
Song Tingye's voice came through: Sis, I've been waiting at home for you to eat. I'm starving to death, why aren't you back yet?
Song Xinya: If you're hungry, just eat. Don't wait for me.
I can't, Song Tingye said. With my sister by my side, happiness is beside me. Without you, I can't eat.
Song Xinya: I wasn't home at noon today, but I heard from the servants that you ate a Tomahawk steak, two bowls of beef noodles, three plates of beef dumplings, and four bags of beef meatballs. Is this what you call 'can't eat'?
Song Tingye: I'm used to eating lunch alone, but for dinner, without my sister, I really can't eat.
Song Xinya: I think you just stuffed yourself too much at lunch, so you can't eat dinner.
Song Tingye: I beg you, sis, please don't expose me.
Song Xinya: Alright, stop being so glib. I'm getting ready to head home now.
Song Tingye: Where are you? It's not safe for a girl to ride an electric scooter late at night. I'll come pick you up.
Song Xinya: I didn't ride my scooter today. I'm taking a cab back.
Song Tingye: I've got my phone in my hand. Call me if anything happens.
Song Xinya: Okay.
She could feel that with Qin Yuhe not at home, Song Tingye had consciously taken on the role of protecting her, just like before.
Seeing that Song Xinya was about to leave, Qin Yuyan asked, Ms. Song, you said earlier that once I finished my test paper, you'd tell me what birthday present you're getting me tomorrow. You still haven't told me.
Song Xinya: It's a surprise. I'll reveal it tomorrow.
It was only one more night anyway, and she would find out tomorrow, so Qin Yuyan said, Okay, reveal it tomorrow.
She seemed very insecure and asked again, Ms. Song, are you sure you'll come to celebrate my birthday with me tomorrow?
Every year, her mom and dad said they would celebrate her birthday with her, and every year they broke their promise.
Song Xinya patted her head. I keep my word. I said I'd accompany you, so I will definitely come.
Qin Yuyan: Okay, I'll be waiting for you.
She added another sentence, a bit spoiled and slightly threatening, but in reality, it was full of expectation: You have to come. If you don't, I'll be angry, and then I'll make your life miserable.
Song Xinya ruffled the girl's hair, messing up her smooth locks into a messy bird's nest. "Don't worry, if I get tortured to death, I won't let you off even as a ghost."
She waved at Qin Yuyan. "Goodbye, little princess."
Qin Yuyan's eyes were filled with reluctance, looking like a little puppy abandoned by its owner. "Ms. Song, why are you going back so early? Stay a little longer."
Song Xinya: "It's getting late. My younger brother is waiting for me at home."
Qin Yuyan: "You have a younger brother?"
Song Xinya: "Yeah, same father, same mother. My biological brother."
Qin Yuyan looked at Song Xinya's bright and gorgeous face and asked, "Your brother must be very handsome, right?"
Song Tingye in Song Xinya's eyes: "Just a guy."
Qin Yuyan giggled, guessing in her heart that Ms. Song's brother probably didn't look that great.
………
The taxi pulled up at Zijin Huafu. After getting out, Song Xinya saw Song Tingye standing at the main gate.
Under the bright moonlight, the young man wore a white button-down shirt and black trousers. He was tall, lean, and upright. His delicate features looked handsome and clear in the interplay of light and shadow, dazzlingly clean.
Song Xinya walked over to him. "Why aren't you waiting in the living room?"
Song Tingye pointed at the sky. "Admiring the moon."
Song Xinya: "Are you sure you aren't waiting for me?"
Song Tingye: "Waiting for you is just on the side."
Song Xinya: "Isn't the order reversed?"
Song Tingye: "Sis, can't you just see through it without pointing it out, and let me act cool and aloof for a second?"
Song Xinya slapped him on the back of the head. "Watch your mouth, don't use slang like that in front of me."
The siblings walked into the hall. Song Xinya put on the air of a strict school dean and held out her hand. "Bring me your calligraphy practice sheets. I'm checking them."
Song Tingye: "I didn't practice today."
Song Xinya: "What's the deal? Didn't we agree on fifty pages of calligraphy practice?"
Song Tingye had his own excuses. "I was planning to practice today, but the prettiest girl in our class kept messaging me. She was blowing up my phone, and I couldn't just ignore it. As we chatted, she asked me out to watch a movie."
Song Xinya: "And before you know it, you two are in a high school romance."
Song Tingye: "No, I didn't agree to go out with her. I stayed home the whole time."
Song Xinya patted his shoulder. "To be able to resist the temptation of beauty at such a young age—you are teachable indeed."
Song Tingye: "Mainly, I just don't have that need right now."
Song Xinya stopped in her tracks and turned to look at Song Tingye. "What do you mean?"
What need? Which aspect was he talking about?
Song Tingye looked at her with clear, innocent eyes. "The need to watch a movie. What else could it be?"
Song Xinya: "...Right."
Song Tingye was still talking about movies. "Movies these days are terrible. Not worth a trip to the theater."
Song Xinya asked, "Do you like that girl?"
Song Tingye asked, "What does it mean to like someone?"
Song Xinya: "When you can't see them, you miss them. When you see them, you want to get closer. When you get closer, you feel nervous, but even though you're nervous, you feel happy inside."
Song Tingye thought about it and replied, "I don't feel that way about her. She kept pestering me to chat, and I actually found it pretty annoying."
Song Xinya: "Then make it clear to her as soon as possible. Reject her tactfully. Don't waste her time."
Song Tingye: "Alright."
I'll just use that classic line to reject her: You're a great person, but I don't want to date right now.
………
Song Xinya went back to her bedroom, closed the door, and the first thing she did was pull her bra off and toss it onto the bed.
Wearing a bra and having a sanitary pad wedged between your legs were the two great tortures for women in the summer.
Qin Yuhe had left at noon today, and Song Xinya's period arrived this afternoon.
Qin Yuhe had toiled diligently over her body for the past two nights, trying every position and using all his strength to plant the seed, but it hadn't borne fruit.
It seemed that getting pregnant wasn't something that just happened on command.
However, Song Xinya wasn't in a rush. She was happy to let nature take its course.
She just didn't know if Qin Yuhe was anxious about it.
You couldn't take a full bath while on your period, but in this summer heat, you'd sweat at the drop of a hat. So, Song Xinya went to the bathroom to give herself a sponge bath.
After washing up, she walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of panties.
Qin Yuhe wasn't home tonight, so she could do whatever she wanted.
Walking over to the wardrobe and opening the doors, Song Xinya didn't put on her usual white nightgown. Instead, she picked up a wine-red lingerie slip and slipped it on.
The soft silk fabric clung smoothly to her slender curves. The deep V-neck plunged down to her chest, revealing a deep cleavage, while her smooth back was completely exposed. The hem rested just at her hips, putting her two long, fair legs on full display.
This nightgown was so light and airy, it felt like she was wearing nothing at all.
Song Xinya lay under the covers and thought about it. Pregnancy was a matter for two people. Whether she was pregnant or not, Qin Yuhe had the right to know.
She sent Qin Yuhe a message: [My period came today.]
Tactfully telling him that she wasn't pregnant.
………
Shanghai.
Although it was already late at night, the Qin Group's branch office building was still brightly lit.
In the conference room, Qin Yuhe was dressed in a sharp suit, his Windsor knot tied impeccably.
A long conference table sat in the center of the room. Qin Yuhe sat at the head, with company executives filling the seats on both sides.
After a grueling day of high-intensity meetings, even a draft horse wouldn't be able to handle it. The executives all looked visibly exhausted.
Looking up at the head of the table, President Qin was still glowing with health and radiating vigor.
He worked harder than a draft horse!
A true king of stamina.
You had to hand it to him.
Since the boss showed no sign of calling it a day, the executives had no choice but to stay and endure it with him.
Qin Yuhe nodded at the finance manager to give his report.
Just as the finance manager stood up to speak, Qin Yuhe's phone buzzed.
Song Xinya's message caught his eye: [My period came today.]
Qin Yuhe picked up his phone and tapped on the screen: [Do you have cramps?]
Song Xinya: [No pain.]
Qin Yuhe: [Don't touch cold water, don't drink cold drinks, get some good rest.]
Song Xinya: [Okay.]
Qin Yuhe: [I'll have the maid brew some brown sugar water for you.]
Song Xinya looked at the messages Qin Yuhe sent and realized he had misunderstood her meaning. He thought she was seeking comfort and care from him.
Song Xinya dropped the tactfulness and sent him a direct message: [A girl getting her period means she's not pregnant.]
Qin Yuhe rested his fingers against his temple, staring unblinkingly at the words on the screen.
After a moment of thought, he replied: [Understood. I'll work harder from now on.]
Song Xinya was lying on her back. Her small hand trembled, and the phone almost dropped onto the bridge of her nose.
Her cheeks flushed crimson: [What are you talking about!]
Qin Yuhe: [I mean, from now on, I will work much harder when we do it, until I get you pregnant.]
