Song Xinya's cheeks suddenly burned with heat.
What did he mean by working harder to get her pregnant? It made it sound like she was in a desperate rush to have his baby.
She had said she wasn't pregnant, and he took that as a hint to work harder.
They were talking completely at cross-purposes.
Song Xinya: [I didn't mean it like that.]
Qin Yuhe: [Didn't you? You seem to be in a particular hurry.]
Song Xinya sat up in bed and typed a line: [You're the one in a hurry!]
Qin Yuhe: [Actually, I'm not in a hurry.]
Song Xinya was taken aback.
Old Master Qin and Old Madam Qin were so eager to have a grandson or granddaughter, yet Qin Yuhe wasn't in a hurry?
Song Xinya: [Really?]
Qin Yuhe: [Yeah.]
Song Xinya: [Why?]
Qin Yuhe: [I haven't had my fill yet.]
Song Xinya's face instantly flushed crimson.
Qin Yuhe: [If you get pregnant, we won't be able to do it for months. That would make me anxious.]
Thud—Song Xinya's phone dropped onto the bed.
She stared at the screen as another message from Qin Yuhe popped up.
[We've only done it twice. I haven't had enough. I want to do it many more times.]
Song Xinya's heart raced and her face burned, overwhelmed with shyness.
She frantically picked up her phone and sent him a message: [I'm going to sleep. Goodnight!]
Qin Yuhe had wanted to chat with her a bit more, but the conversation was forced to an end.
He put down his phone, looked up, and swept his gaze across the conference room. Let's continue the meeting.
The executives had no idea who Qin Yuhe was texting, but they could clearly sense that President Qin's mood had vastly improved.
For the rest of the meeting, President Qin's tone was no longer as cold and ruthless as before.
Words like terrible, clumsy, and redo were replaced with you still have plenty of room for improvement.
After the meeting ended, Qin Yuhe returned to his hotel to rest.
In the bathroom, the man stood completely naked under the showerhead, his firm and lean masculine body fully exposed.
Qin Yuhe stood with his head tilted back. The icy water cascaded over his handsome face, trickling down his long, elegant neck, flowing over his firm, muscular chest, rolling past his lean, powerful abdomen, and pooling at the base of his strong, athletic thighs.
His prominent, long fingers swept back through his hair from his forehead, pushing the thick black strands entirely behind his ears. This fully revealed his strikingly handsome, almost dazzlingly gorgeous facial features and the smooth, magnificent lines of his face.
Qin Yuhe closed his eyes, and the image of pinning Song Xinya beneath him last night surfaced in his mind.
Normally, she was stunningly alluring and radiantly beautiful, so gorgeous she seemed like a magnificent dream that no one dared to profane.
But whenever they were in bed, lying beneath him, she was incredibly docile.
She agreed to whatever he wanted, and she cooperated with whatever he did.
When he bullied her too fiercely, she would cry timidly and delicately, her eyes shedding tiny, shattered tears.
Whenever that happened, he would lower his head and kiss away her tears, licking them into his mouth, letting her scalding tears melt between his lips and teeth.
She was very good at crying; her voice was soft and gentle, like rice wine coated in a layer of sweet syrup. The sweet, tender coquettishness and the fragmented trailing notes drifted warmly and softly into the depths of his heart, incredibly enticing.
At those moments, he would coax her while simultaneously bullying her even harder.
The bedroom became a battlefield, and the double bed became the territory he conquered.
Her soft, charming whimpers and trembling eyelashes were the most intoxicating scenery.
Her snow-white skin would flush a decadent red, and his fingers would leave streaks of marks upon it.
These romantic, sensual images flashed through Qin Yuhe's mind one by one. His breathing grew heavy, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.
Looking down at himself, Qin Yuhe's thin lips curled slightly as he let out a soft scoff.
That kind of thing really was addictive.
Qin Yuhe disliked anything fake and always faced his true feelings head-on. After a moment of thought, he decided that the previous statement wasn't quite right.
To be exact—
Doing that kind of thing with Song Xinya was what really addicted him.
He felt that when it came to matters of the bed, he and Song Xinya were incredibly compatible.
Of course, this was just his feeling; he had no idea what Song Xinya thought about it.
He guessed she probably wasn't very satisfied.
Because she complained that he was too rough and took too long.
Tsk, since when did that become a flaw?
Turning off the shower, Qin Yuhe wrapped himself in a bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom, casually drying his hair with a towel in his hand.
He had only ever heard of women complaining about men being weak, impotent, or premature. This was the first time he had heard of Mrs. Qin's unique way of complaining about a man.
Mrs. Qin, aren't you taking your blessings for granted?
Naturally, as someone with excellent bedroom virtues, Qin Yuhe took Song Xinya's words to heart. He pondered how he could improve so that their marital life would be even more harmonious.
Failing to satisfy his own wife was a disgrace to a perfectionist like Qin Yuhe.
He would have to slowly increase the intensity for her; he shouldn't be too fierce right from the start and scare her.
He tossed the used towel onto the rack. After drying his hair, Qin Yuhe lay down on the bed.
He opened WeChat. Since she said she was going to sleep, she hadn't sent him any more messages.
Was she really asleep?
Qin Yuhe knew Song Xinya had a habit of exercising every day. He tapped into WeChat Sports and checked the step-count leaderboard.
Sure enough, he saw Song Xinya ranked in first place with 21,596 steps.
Half an hour later, Qin Yuhe checked the leaderboard again and saw that Song Xinya's step count had increased to 24,097.
Didn't she say she was sleeping? Why was her step count still going up?
Little liar.
...
Jingbei, Zijin Mansion.
Song Xinya had slept alone for twenty-five years, but after sleeping with Qin Yuhe for just two nights, she found herself feeling unaccustomed to his absence tonight, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
Young Master Qin had broken her old habits and made her establish new ones.
After lying there for quite a while without falling asleep, Song Xinya got out of bed.
Taking off her wine-red nightgown, she changed into a sports bra and athletic shorts. She stood on the treadmill, and since she couldn't run vigorously, she walked at a strolling pace for half an hour.
A thin layer of crystal-clear sweat clung to her fair, tender skin, looking like a layer of mist forming on a white glazed porcelain vase.
After her walk, Song Xinya went to the bathroom to wipe her body down. Due to the walk and the warm steam, her skin was fair with a rosy flush, looking tender and fresh, like a sweet, juicy peach.
She put on a pair of leak-proof safety panties, but wore nothing else, planning to sleep naked tonight.
Her skin, smooth as silk, brushed against the mulberry silk blanket as she slipped into bed.
The moment she lay down, her phone on the nightstand rang.
She picked it up and glanced at it, a look of surprise flashing across her face.
It was a call from Qin Yuhe.
A video call.
It was so late. Why was he video-calling her?
Usually, only people with a very close relationship would make video calls.
He must have something important to tell her.
It should be over quickly.
Too lazy to put clothes back on, Song Xinya sat up in bed and pressed the answer button.
Her smooth, graceful, and slender body briefly swept across the screen before her fair, radiant face appeared in the frame.
Mr. Qin...
It was the first time Song Xinya had a video call with Qin Yuhe. On the screen, his already exceptionally handsome face was magnified, making him look even more devilishly bewitching.
What's more, his dark, profound eyes were staring right at her.
Song Xinya's heart raced, her voice more hurried than usual: "Mr. Qin, what do you want to talk to me about?"
Qin Yuhe's gaze swept over her face, her bare shoulders, and further down, which was out of the camera's view, so he couldn't see.
"Can't I make a video call to you if there's nothing to talk about?"
Song Xinya was taken aback for a moment, then replied, "You can."
For the next three minutes, he didn't say a word, only staring at her with his deep, dark eyes.
He wasn't embarrassed at all, looking completely at ease, as if this were the most normal thing in the world.
His psychological fortitude had always been strong.
Song Xinya felt awkward and nervous, a faint blush spreading across her skin.
Just as she was about to make small talk and find a random topic to chat about, Qin Yuhe spoke up, his deep, crisp voice asking, "Are you not wearing any clothes?"
Song Xinya's heart skipped a beat. "How did you know?"
Qin Yuhe looked at her slender, bare neck. "There are no straps on your shoulders."
"I'm not," Song Xinya said in a small voice, feeling somewhat embarrassed. Making a video call without wearing clothes made it seem like she was deliberately seducing him.
Dark fire surged in Qin Yuhe's deep eyes as he said, "Let me see."
Song Xinya froze for a moment. "See... what?"
Qin Yuhe: "Move the camera down, let me see."
