After celebrating the little princess's birthday, without Song Xinya even needing to ask, Qin Yuyan took the initiative to propose signing a tutoring contract with her.
That way, she could see Song Xinya every day.
Song Xinya successfully started her business, landing her first big order at the new company.
The night was as dark as ink. As Song Xinya prepared to leave, she asked, "What gift did your brother prepare for you?"
Qin Yuyan: "My brother transferred money to me. One million in pocket money."
Song Xinya: "So your brother's birthday gift to you is... money?"
Qin Yuyan: "Yeah, my brother says money is a gift."
Song Xinya pursed her lips into a smile. "Your brother's gift is certainly practical."
Qin Yuyan: "I think so too. When I see delicious food, I want to eat it; when I see something I like, I want to buy it. All of this requires money, and I don't know how to make money, so I rely completely on my brother to give me some."
Song Xinya: "Good thing you have a brother who knows how to make money."
Qin Yuyan: "My life plan goes like this: when I'm young, I sponge off my brother; when I grow up, I sponge off my sister-in-law; when I'm old, I sponge off my nieces and nephews. I'll live my whole life relying entirely on sponging off others."
Song Xinya was truly speechless: "............"
A profound silence fell over them.
Song Xinya: "Babe, you're really 'ambitious'."
Qin Yuyan: "Thanks for the 'compliment'."
...
Song Xinya returned home, washed up, and lay in bed.
She was still on her period, so her hormone levels were fluctuating significantly.
Women who have experienced intimacy generally share this feeling: during their period, their desires are stronger, and they crave being with a man more intensely.
There was nothing to be ashamed of; it was a normal physiological reaction for a woman.
Hormones made her nerves more sensitive, and her body yearned to be hugged, touched, and cherished.
Song Xinya missed Qin Yuhe.
During the day, she was busy with work and didn't feel much desire. But now, in the dead of night with nothing to do, she wanted him terribly.
She missed Qin Yuhe's body.
It was a bit embarrassing to admit, but even though Song Xinya had slept with Qin Yuhe twice, she hadn't really gotten a good look at his body.
His technique was excellent, exceptionally masterful, and his foreplay was particularly long. Every time, before they even got to the main event, she would already be teased into a dizzying state of ecstasy.
She felt as if she were plunging into a gentle sea of clouds. Her rationality was kneaded into the warm breeze and scattered away, while a tingling, numbing sensation completely took over her brain. Her body felt so light it was as if she were about to fly—floating and dizzy.
She became his captive, letting him gallop across the battlefield.
The light shone obliquely on them, casting their silhouettes against the pristine white wall.
Unable to control her passion, she opened her watery eyes just a crack and peeked at the wall.
He looked like a relentlessly sprinting cheetah.
She hastily shut her eyes, too shy and embarrassed to look any further.
To this day, she still didn't know if he had abs or pecs.
He probably did, considering his formidable stamina.
Next time, next time for sure, she would find an opportunity to take a good look.
With all sorts of hormone-spiking images flooding her mind, Song Xinya found it even harder to fall asleep.
She lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep alone.
Her slender hands grabbed the pillow he had used, and she clamped it tightly between her legs.
...
In an office in Shanghai, Qin Yuhe was holding his phone, staring at the step count leaderboard on WeChat Sports.
First place on the leaderboard: Song Xinya, 23,192 steps.
Half an hour later, he opened WeChat Sports again, and her step count hadn't changed.
Qin Yuhe checked the time; it was eleven o'clock at night.
He figured she was asleep.
At the very least, she was in bed.
As for insomnia, Qin Yuhe didn't think Song Xinya would suffer from it.
Every time they were halfway through, her soft palms would grab his arms, slapping him, hitting him, and pushing him away. The corners of her eyes would flush with a charming, ambiguous red as she whimpered and urged him to stop, saying it was too late, she was sleepy, she didn't want it anymore, and she just wanted to sleep.
Now that he wasn't by her side to torment her, she must be sleeping incredibly soundly.
A faint smile flashed through Qin Yuhe's eyes. Despite exercising every day, her stamina was still so poor.
She couldn't handle much.
Tapping the back button on his phone, Qin Yuhe looked at his chat interface with Song Xinya.
No new messages.
Assuming she was already asleep, Qin Yuhe decided not to message her.
The office door was pushed open, and his assistant walked in. "President Qin, the biggest real estate developer in Shanghai, Boss Wang, has invited you to a club for a drink."
Qin Yuhe placed his phone back on the desk. His tall figure sat upright, and without lifting his eyes, he continued looking down at his documents. Two words slipped from his thin lips: "Not going."
Assistant: "He said he has something very important to discuss with you."
Qin Yuhe lifted his eyelids to look at the assistant, his gaze mocking. "What important business can be discussed in a club? Romance and debauchery?"
Assistant: "Understood, I'll go reply to Boss Wang right now."
Qin Yuhe had attended a gathering organized by Boss Wang once when he first arrived in Shanghai.
In the magnificent private room, the smell of cigars mixed with the strong scent of whiskey rushed towards him, mingled with the perfume of women.
Every single man sitting on the sofas had a woman in each arm.
Boss Wang would arrange women for every man who attended the gathering—more than just one.
Those women were all veterans in the game of love. They giggled, pouted, coaxed, and seduced, employing their flirting techniques with men with extreme proficiency. Every frown and every smile exuded temptation.
While the other men indulged in the intoxicating embrace of these gentle traps, Qin Yuhe stayed sober, watching everything from the sidelines, feeling nothing but boredom.
He didn't accept the women Boss Wang arranged for him.
And he never went to that kind of gathering again.
...
The next day at the dining table, Song Tingye looked at Song Xinya. "Sis, why do you have dark circles? Did you not sleep well last night?"
Song Xinya let out a listless "Yeah."
Song Tingye: "Brother-in-law wasn't even here last night, so why didn't you sleep well?"
Song Xinya: "...What does my sleeping well or not have to do with your brother-in-law?"
Song Tingye: "I don't know. I just know that whenever brother-in-law is around, you wake up super late the next day and look incredibly exhausted."
Song Xinya: "...Shut up. Say one more word, and I'll make you do fifty Chinese test papers today."
Song Tingye quickly stuffed a large meat bun into his mouth to gag himself.
For the rest of the meal, her brother didn't say another word.
After eating, Song Tingye slipped away like his feet were oiled, hurrying toward his bedroom.
Song Xinya grabbed him by the collar and yanked him back. "Get back here."
Song Tingye stood there aggrievedly. "Sis, what are you doing? Why are you so fierce?"
Song Xinya: "It's not like I'm going to eat you. What are you afraid of?"
Song Tingye: "I'm afraid of Chinese, and I'm afraid of writing essays."
Song Xinya: "A true warrior dares to face a bleak life and dares to confront dripping blood."
Song Tingye: "Then let the warriors face it. I'm not a warrior."
Song Xinya: "You're going to be a warrior right now."
Song Tingye: "I don't want to."
Song Xinya: "When a man says he doesn't want to, it means he does. You're doing ten Chinese test papers today, and that's final."
Song Tingye looked up to the heavens in speechless despair.
Which men actually mean yes when they say no? Scumbags!
...
Song Xinya arrived at the company. The moment she walked through the door, everyone's eyes swiveled to look at her in unison.
She looked down at herself. Her clothes were neat, her pants were zipped, and she hadn't made a fool of herself in any way.
Chen Siyan, the office chatterbox, popped up to demand answers. No one has ever lasted three days with the Little Devil. Song Xinya, this is your third day trying to win her over. Hurry up and tell us, did you succeed or fail?
Zhao Yinian walked by with a coffee cup in hand, pretending to be casual, but her ears were perked right up. She did not even dare to breathe too heavily for fear of missing a single word.
For the sake of the little princess's academic performance, the Qin family had hired top tutors from all over the country. Not a single one of them had managed to get through to her, and none had lasted more than three days.
Could Song Xinya really do it?
Chen Siyan could not wait to ask, Song Xinya, the little princess was so eager to see you yesterday. You must have signed the contract with her, right?
Zhao Yinian chimed in, That is not necessarily true. The little princess being eager to see someone could also mean she wants to prank them. Take you, for example, Chen Siyan. Back when she hurriedly called you over, you thought you were going to sign a massive deal and make a fortune. Instead, you ended up being pranked into streaking buck naked down the street, making a total fool of yourself.
Chen Siyan hated it most when people brought up his streaking incident. He rolled his eyes. Why is that little mouth of yours like it has been smeared with laxatives, constantly spewing crap everywhere?
Zhao Yinian gritted her teeth. You...
You what? Chen Siyan cut her off. Do not speak. Your breath is so foul the moment you open your mouth, it is about to suffocate me.
He picked up a bottle of air freshener and sprayed it twice right at Zhao Yinian.
Zhao Yinian choked and coughed uncontrollably.
She flung her arm down and, as she turned to walk back to her office, shot a glance at Song Xinya.
If an ordinary person had successfully won over the little princess, they would be happily bragging about it everywhere by now. Seeing how calm Song Xinya was, she definitely must have failed.
Zhao Yinian curled her lips into a smirk and walked toward the office with a smile.
Song Xinya opened her bag, took out a contract, and handed it to Chen Siyan. Manager Chen, this is the tutoring contract I signed with Qin Yuyan.
Zhao Yinian twisted her ankle, stumbling against the wall, her smile completely wiped from her face.
...
For the next period of time, Song Xinya went to tutor Qin Yuyan every day.
She taught her diligently and poured her heart and soul into it for a whole month. When the test results came out, it was a 16.
Song Xinya felt as if she had been struck by lightning right then and there, unable to speak for a long time.
Qin Yuyan gently patted her back to comfort her. Teacher Song, do not be sad. After all, I have been a failure for 17 years. How could I suddenly become good at this? We have to take it slow.
Teacher Song, even though I scored 16 this time, which does not look like much, you have to remember that I used to score 8! After just one month of studying, I have doubled my progress. Given time, I am destined for greatness.
Oh, is that so, Song Xinya replied, leaving in a daze.
Not paying attention, she sprained her ankle.
For the entire next day, she rested in bed.
Meanwhile, Qin Yuhe opened WeChat Sports and saw Song Xinya's step count: 0.
This did not align with her daily routine.
Not at all.
He stared at that 0. This usually calm and composed man now had his brows tightly furrowed.
His assistant noticed the change in his expression and asked, President Qin, what is wrong?
Qin Yuhe asked, What kind of situation would cause a person's step count for the entire day to be 0?
The assistant replied, When they have encountered an accident.
Qin Yuhe's heart felt as if it had been viciously squeezed, his breath catching in his throat.
Book me a flight back to Jingbei. Now.
The assistant argued, But you still have a very important meeting today. You have been in Shanghai for so long and put so much energy into securing this project. It is on the verge of success, you cannot let it all go to waste at the last minute.
I am going back to see my wife, Qin Yuhe said, his eyes filled with determination. A partner should always come before anyone and anything else.
I did a massive update today, over 6,000 words, split into two chapters.
I will take a short break first, and then I will release another big update.
Tomorrow, President Qin and Yaya will have a sweet reunion after their time apart!
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