Qin Yuhe stood by the conference room window, his deep gaze sweeping across the Huangpu River and the Oriental Pearl Tower below.
"Mrs. Qin, what gift are you planning to give me?"
Song Xinya looked at the dazzling array of men's goods in front of her, her eyes slightly overwhelmed. "I'm still choosing. I haven't decided yet."
She asked him, "What's the most expensive gift you've ever received?"
Qin Yuhe replied, "A standalone villa from a business partner."
Song Xinya asked, "Have a lot of people given you gifts?"
"Yes," Qin Yuhe said.
"And were all their gifts very expensive?" Song Xinya asked.
"They certainly weren't cheap," Qin Yuhe admitted.
Song Xinya's eyes sparkled with a sly glint. "Since so many people give you expensive gifts, I won't give you an expensive one, okay?"
Qin Yuhe chuckled and said, "Alright."
"The value of a gift isn't in its price tag, but the thought behind it, right?" Song Xinya said.
Qin Yuhe's voice was gentle. "Right."
Song Xinya's eyes curved into a sweet smile. "I'm going to get back to picking your gift. Once you're done with your project over there and we meet up, I'll show it to you, okay?"
"Okay," Qin Yuhe agreed.
"Mhm." Song Xinya hung up the phone. Her actions were crisp and decisive, without a hint of hesitation.
Qin Yuhe looked at the call-ended screen, resting his fingers against his forehead.
Mrs. Qin, not even a goodbye?
...
Qin Yuhe had plenty of clothes, shoes, and ties.
At the Forbidden City Mansion, there was an entire room dedicated solely to his wardrobe.
Every one of his suits had a specifically matched tie.
Song Xinya could tell that Qin Yuhe was someone who paid great attention to his image and had impeccable taste.
His usual attire was low-key and steady, yet it exuded refinement and nobility.
His hair was always styled with clear layers, meticulously neat.
His white shirts were flawlessly white and ironed so flat there wasn't a single wrinkle.
He looked like a male celebrity straight out of a magazine.
Yet he had an aura even more commanding than those celebrities. Every gesture exuded a sense of superiority, nurtured by overwhelming wealth and power.
Clothes, shoes, ties—Qin Yuhe already had more than enough of these.
Song Xinya had no intention of gifting him any of those.
Modern medical research indicates that the reason men grow beards is due to the hormones secreted by the testicles, namely androgens, which stimulate facial hair growth.
Traditional Chinese medicine believes that hair growth relies entirely on essence and blood. The kidneys store essence, hence the saying, "its vitality manifests in the hair."
Therefore, there is a saying: the faster a man's beard grows, the stronger his desires, and the more capable he is in that department.
Song Xinya felt this saying perfectly suited Qin Yuhe.
He shaved every single day.
Song Xinya decided to buy Qin Yuhe a razor.
To better express her affection, she planned to personally shave him the next time they met.
Pointing to the most expensive razor, Song Xinya told the salesperson, "Please wrap this one up for me."
Song Xinya walked out, carrying the beautifully wrapped box.
Her best friend Tiantianquan called. "Babe, what are you up to?"
"Buying a gift for Mr. Qin," Song Xinya replied.
Tiantianquan asked, "Are you getting him a tie?"
"A razor," Song Xinya corrected.
Tiantianquan's voice carried a suggestive tone. "Darling, that's quite a gift. Not only is it practical, but it can also add some spice to your marital life."
Puzzled, Song Xinya asked, "How does a razor add spice to married life?"
Tiantianquan said meaningfully, "You can shave your husband's beard, and your husband can help shave yours..."
Having only been married for a short while, Song Xinya still didn't understand much about marital intimacy.
"But I don't have a beard. What would he shave for me?"
Her leg hair?
She was naturally hairless on her legs. Her arms and legs were fair and smooth, and she had nothing under her arms either.
The only places she had hair were her head and...
Song Xinya suddenly realized what she meant, her face flushing red.
"Tiantianquan, what on earth is going through that head of yours every day?"
Tiantianquan laughed. "Dirty thoughts, of course."
Song Xinya sighed. "Should I be proud of you?"
Tiantianquan replied, "I wouldn't dare claim such an honor before a fairy like you."
Song Xinya quipped, "Please stop with the compliments, gorgeous."
It was their daily routine as best friends: endlessly flattering each other.
Always concerned about her best friend's happiness, Tiantianquan advised, "Babe, couples need to switch things up to keep it fresh. Since you're going to do the deed with your husband every night anyway, why not let loose a little and enjoy it more?"
Song Xinya teased her back. "Tiantianquan, whatever man takes you home in the future will be truly blessed. It's obvious you can really let loose."
Tiantianquan agreed, "Isn't that the truth? I'm a walking juicer. Even if he's a stick of sugarcane, I could squeeze him dry until he's nothing but pulp."
Song Xinya laughed. "Don't scare your future husband to death."
Tiantianquan snorted. "A man who gets scared that easily isn't worthy of me. I only like macho men—eight-pack abs, an adonis belt, the kind who can go for four hours straight without breaking a sweat. Ridiculously fierce."
Song Xinya retorted, "I'm not worried about you exhausting him to death; I'm worried you won't be able to handle it and will die in bed."
"Bragging aside, I'm actually worried about that too! Hahahaha," Tiantianquan laughed heartily.
Song Xinya laughed along with her.
Right before hanging up, Tiantianquan said, "Babe, seriously, I highly recommend you consider getting a little freaky with your Mr. Qin. If you can't have fun with your husband, who can you have fun with, right? Couples are supposed to play around."
Song Xinya thought about it and felt that Tiantianquan made a lot of sense...
...
The elevator descended from the fifth floor of the SKP mall to the first floor, and Song Xinya walked out carrying her gift.
In the spacious, brightly lit lobby, she saw two familiar figures walking toward her.
Zhang Yingying said, "Mom, I asked around. Today is the birthday of the Qin family's little princess. She's Qin Yuhe's only biological sister. If I can become friends with her, I'll be able to see Qin Yuhe every single day."
"Mom, you have to help me pick something out today. We need to choose an expensive gift for the little princess so I can leave a good impression on her."
Li Cuirou gently patted Zhang Yingying's hand. "Don't worry. Your marriage is my top priority. I'll definitely help you pick out something perfect today."
Li Cuirou looked at Zhang Yingying, feeling more and more proud of her daughter's capabilities.
Her daughter had even managed to find out the exact date of Qin Yuhe's sister's birthday. If it were Song Xinya, she never would have been able to find that out.
Not to mention, her daughter was exceptionally slim. At 1.65 meters tall, she weighed only 121 pounds, exponentially more slender than the 198-pound Song Xinya.
Although Song Xinya was the legitimate heiress of the Song family, she was as fat as a landmine. Even her father, Song Xuanli, found her too embarrassing to be seen with in public. He always introduced Zhang Yingying to outsiders as his daughter instead.
Li Cuirou sighed with emotion in her heart. Her daughter was so lucky that she could easily snatch up the title of a wealthy heiress. She truly had a naturally blessed life.
With such good fortune, she was bound to marry Qin Yuhe in the future.
The mother and daughter walked forward, their hearts full of longing and anticipation.
Song Xinya was walking toward them from the opposite direction.
Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying stared straight at Song Xinya.
Song Xinya was looking right back at them.
This was the first time Song Xinya and the mother-daughter duo had ever faced each other head-on at such a close distance.
Song Xinya slightly raised the corners of her eyes, her gaze turning chillingly cool. She slowly swept her eyes over the faces of Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying, looking at them as if they were nothing but trash.
The beauty's features were radiant, and her alluring, fox-like eyes rippled with a captivating charm, yet there was not a single trace of vulgarity about her. A sharp edge lurked in the depths of her pupils, making her beauty fierce and utterly dazzling.
A perfect face, a tall figure, and an overwhelmingly powerful aura.
Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying were completely intimidated.
The two of them stared at Song Xinya in a stunned daze. Just who was this peerlessly breathtaking woman?
