On the screen, Song Xinya looked like a voice-controlled doll. With just one sentence from Qin Yuhe, her face and neck turned from a fair white to a peachy pink.
After a long while, she blushed and squeezed out a sentence: "Didn't you already see it yesterday? Why do you still want to see it today?"
Qin Yuhe: "You ate yesterday, does that mean you won't eat today?"
Song Xinya: "I will."
Qin Yuhe: "I want to eat too."
Song Xinya blushed even harder, her hands tightly covering her chest.
What started as a decent conversation had turned into something indecent... naked chatting?
Qin Yuhe asked, "Are you unwilling?"
Song Xinya countered, "If I said I wanted to see your body, would you be willing?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Qin Yuhe stood up decisively, propped his phone on the table facing the screen, and began to take off his bathrobe.
With his height, the area just below his waist and abdomen was perfectly aligned with the camera lens.
Song Xinya's heart pounded wildly. She panicked, "I'm not looking, I'm not looking, I was just joking with you."
With trembling little hands, she immediately ended the video call.
In the split second before it closed, the image on the screen showed that Qin Yuhe had already untied his bathrobe.
She really didn't dare to imagine what she would have seen if she had been a second slower.
Her scalp instantly tingled, and her cheeks were thoroughly flushed.
What the heck. How could Young Master Qin, usually such a serious person, be so shameless in private?
He was too bad.
Song Xinya felt she couldn't quite handle him.
She lay back under the covers, covering her face in embarrassment, and rolled back and forth a few times.
Qin Yuhe, you bad guy.
...
Modu, hotel, presidential suite.
Qin Yuhe lay on the massive double bed, his bathrobe wide open.
The back of his hand rested over his eyes, the corners of his lips curling up in a smile tinged with helplessness.
He usually wasn't this indecent. He could maintain an ascetic self-control in front of anyone. But the moment he thought of her, his behavior would veer off its normal course. He wanted to tease her, bully her, and see her cry with red eyes, begging him for mercy.
Today, during their video call, his request to see her body was indeed a bit perverted.
Her flustered, blushing appearance was like a frightened fawn.
Qin Yuhe thought he should restrain himself a little in the future. He couldn't expose everything right from the start; he needed to take it step by step—
to let her get used to his badness.
When it came to that kind of thing, he truly had no desire to be a good man.
Once you've experienced the joy of being a beast, you never want to be human again.
After all—
being a beast feels really damn good!
The night was deep, but the man was not at peace.
With the desires in his heart unsatisfied, Qin Yuhe felt no drowsiness.
He got up from the bed, his jade-white fingers grabbing the sash on both sides of his robe to tie a simple knot.
At the desk, Qin Yuhe sat with a perfectly straight posture, his hands typing away on the computer keyboard.
When he felt restless and distracted, he liked to use work to shift his attention.
If his brain was fully occupied with financial figures and project progress, he wouldn't let his imagination run wild.
In the past, this method of distraction had always worked like a charm for Qin Yuhe.
Now, he sat by the computer with a serious expression, his fingers flying across the keyboard. He looked so focused, free from all distractions, entirely devoted to his work.
However, the words he typed were—
This year, the major banks of the group must achieve high-quality development in digital finance, and I think the most important thing is whether Song Xinya is really asleep right now. Could she be lying to him again? What is she doing staying up so late? Did she sneak out to play?
Qin Yuhe picked up his phone and once again tapped into WeChat Sports. On the step count leaderboard, she was still at 24,097 steps.
She was really asleep this time.
Qin Yuhe stood up from the office chair, lay back down on the bed, and soon fell asleep.
...
The next day, Song Xinya woke up early.
Since she didn't toss and turn with Qin Yuhe until late at night, her routine returned to normal.
Waking up very early, exercising for an hour, and making breakfast for Song Tingye.
The siblings sat at the table together eating breakfast.
Song Tingye's observant eyes noticed a pattern: "Sis, I've realized that whenever my brother-in-law is home, you wake up very late, but whenever he isn't home, you wake up very early. Why is that?"
Song Xinya's hand, holding a steamed bun, suddenly paused. Without looking up to meet Song Tingye's eyes, she kept her head down and said, "Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask."
Song Tingye's gaze was clear and innocent: "What's there not to ask? It's just a matter of waking up early or late. Sis, why are you being so secretive about it, acting like it's something shameful?"
Song Xinya picked up a plate of beef from the table: "If you don't want to eat, I'll take this to feed the dog."
Song Tingye reached out and snatched the beef back: "Feed me, I'm a dog, woof woof."
After breakfast, right before Song Xinya was about to leave for work, she casually asked, "Did you make things clear with the Class Beauty who likes you?"
Song Tingye: "I told her last night. She's great, but I don't want to date anyone right now."
Song Xinya: "How did she reply?"
Song Tingye: "She said, 'Whenever you want to date, just let me know. I'll be holding my love number ticket, waiting all along.'"
Song Xinya: "..."
Kids at this age were generally simple-minded. If the other person said they didn't want to date, they assumed it meant they truly didn't want to date at all.
Rejecting her outright would hurt her pride, but hinting at it went right over her head.
Song Tingye: "Sis, what should I do next?"
Song Xinya asked, "Are her grades good?"
Song Tingye: "No, she's at the bottom of the grade. She loves playing and doesn't study. While others are doing exercises, she just sits there painting her nails every day."
Song Xinya: "Tell her you like girls with good grades. The better the grades, the more you like them."
Song Tingye relayed the exact words to the Class Beauty.
Song Xinya's idea proved very effective.
The Class Beauty said that from today onwards, she would study hard and make progress every day.
...
Song Xinya arrived at the company and planned to leave right after attending the morning meeting.
Today was Qin Yuyan's birthday, and she was planning to go buy her a birthday gift.
A tutoring job like hers didn't require sitting in an office from nine to five. After all, she had to meet clients frequently, so her schedule was self-managed.
Song Xinya packed her things and reported her whereabouts to her direct supervisor, Chen Siyan.
Chen Siyan gave her a thumbs-up: "Song Xinya, you're really something, managing to stay by the Little Devil's side for two whole days!"
Song Xinya: "I feel like the little princess of the Qin family isn't as terrifying as the rumors say. She's quite cute."
"She's cute?" Chen Siyan abruptly stood up from his chair, strongly disagreeing, his face full of accusation: "Cute my foot, she's despicable!"
Song Xinya was genuinely curious now: "How did the Little Devil torture you back then? You've practically developed PTSD from it."
Chen Siyan pressed his lips tightly together.
Zhao Yinian walked over: "Manager Chen, why do you hold such grudges? You were just pranked by the little princess into streaking bare-bottomed down the street. It's no big deal."
Streaking bare-bottomed down the street...
Bare-bottomed...
Streaking...
Song Xinya's eyes suddenly lit up, filled with an intense desire for gossip. Something like that actually happened?
This kind of entertainment was truly rare.
"Manager Chen, hurry up and tell us the story."
