Why was he so concerned about the mark on her buttocks...
Recalling Qin Yuhe's previous behavior of looking for a mole on her body...
Song Xinya thought for a moment and replied, "Most men have their quirks. Qin Yuhe's quirk is probably that he likes women with a mole on their buttocks."
Tiantianquan: "That's really unfortunate then. That little black mole you used to have on your butt was removed by my own hands."
A year ago, Song Xinya got drunk, went to the wrong room, and had a passionate one-night stand with an unknown man. At the time, she was delirious; all her reason was ruthlessly crushed, and all her senses were taken over by pleasure. She admitted that she was extremely happy at that moment.
Afterwards, she was terrified.
First, she was afraid of catching a disease.
Second, she was afraid that a video of her and that man might be leaked.
Regarding the first point, she went to the hospital for a full body checkup afterwards, did another one half a year later, and yet another one a year later. All the results were normal. She hadn't contracted HPV, syphilis, or HIV, thank goodness.
Regarding the second point, Tiantianquan gave her an idea: "Babe, your appearance and figure have already undergone earth-shattering changes. The only identifiable mark left is that little black mole on your butt."
On her snow-white skin, right in the plumpest middle section of her buttocks, there was a round black mole.
It was extremely memorable; it was hard for anyone not to notice it.
Tiantianquan worked at a plastic surgery hospital as a cosmetic surgeon. Removing a mole was child's play for her.
After personally removing the mole for Song Xinya, to prevent any scarring on her butt, Tiantianquan specially formulated a scar-removal ointment based on Song Xinya's physical constitution.
As a result, the spot where the little black mole used to be on Song Xinya's buttocks only left a very faint mark.
The color was almost indistinguishable from her normal skin, making it completely unnoticeable to the average person.
Unexpectedly, it was still discovered by Qin Yuhe.
Tiantianquan's words were blunt but made sense: "Yaya, even if your husband notices, you don't need to be afraid. Your looks have changed, you've lost weight, and the mole is gone. Take the worst-case scenario as an example: even if the video of you and that man from a year ago was leaked to a porn site, and Qin Yuhe saw it there, he wouldn't be able to recognize that the woman in it is you."
Song Xinya: "Qin Yuhe probably wouldn't visit porn sites."
Tiantianquan laughed: "What man doesn't watch porn? In the internet age, if a man can't even find a porn site, you absolutely must not date him, because his IQ is likely below average."
"What, he doesn't study normally, and expects a woman to teach him how to do it with a woman on their wedding night?"
Straightforward but reasonable.
Tiantianquan patted Song Xinya's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I open various porn sites every day to browse through them, and I haven't seen the video of you and that man leaked."
Tiantianquan wore an expression of being deeply moved by her own actions: "Bestie, for your sake, a proper young lady like me visits porn sites every day. I've turned into a little pervert."
Song Xinya: "Give me a break. Even if it wasn't for me, you'd still visit those sites every day."
Song Tingye walked towards the two of them and asked curiously, "What sites does Sister Quanquan visit every day?"
Tiantianquan said without changing her expression, "A national educational study platform."
Song Tingye gave a thumbs up: "My sister, you are so full of positive energy!"
Tiantianquan: "Isn't that right? While others emit body fragrance, I emit the light of righteousness."
Song Tingye: "Excellent! A role model for our generation! I will learn from Sister Quanquan in the future!"
Although Tiantianquan didn't have much of a conscience, she still had a little: "Forget it, you'd better not learn from me."
Better not lead the kid astray.
At this moment, Qin Yuhe walked over holding a hot water bottle.
Tiantianquan: "Go learn from your brother-in-law. Handsome, beautiful hands, tall, with a good waist, good kidneys, and good stamina. He's a ready-made template. You should learn more from him."
Qin Yuhe: "What are you talking about?"
Song Tingye: "Sister Quanquan said you are handsome, have beautiful hands, are tall, with a good waist, good kidneys, and good stamina, and told me to learn from you in the future."
Tiantianquan, who had just taken a sip of tea, sprayed it all over Song Tingye's face with a splutter.
She stood up and ran: "I'm going to the restroom."
Song Tingye wiped the water off his face: "I'm going to the restroom too, to wash my face."
The living room became quiet.
Qin Yuhe sat opposite Song Xinya, his dark eyes gazing at her without blinking.
Song Xinya lowered her eyelashes, picked up her water cup, and took a tactical sip of water.
Steeped in rose tea, her soft lips were moistened and shiny, shimmering with a fine light, like petals touched by morning dew.
She explained, "I never told Tiantianquan that you have a good waist, good kidneys, and good stamina."
Qin Yuhe: "How did she know then?"
Song Xinya's gaze swept over him. Broad shoulders and a narrow waist; his white shirt was stretched into a rugged, firm curve. His figure was a standard inverted triangle.
"It's obvious at a glance. After all, you have a great figure."
Qin Yuhe raised an eyebrow, delight flashing in his eyes.
Many people praised his figure. Usually, he felt nothing hearing it, but coming from her mouth, it sounded exceptionally pleasant.
His gaze dropped from her snow-white neck.
He had measured her body with his hands, so he naturally knew: "Your figure is also very good."
Some people just have the linguistic ability to make things turn suggestive in a second.
Certain images flashed through Song Xinya's mind: large hands with bulging veins wantonly and forcefully grasping and kneading.
She had intended to place the water cup on the table, but raised her arm again, burying her head to drink.
A flush of crimson crept up her earlobes.
Qin Yuhe leaned his straight upper body down, his handsome face approaching her ankle.
She was wearing pants today. He pinched the hem of her pants with his fingers, his movements slow and steady, rolling it up fold by fold.
Inevitably, his hard, warm knuckles brushed against her skin.
Once her ankle was completely exposed, Qin Yuhe held her calf, letting her injured leg rest on his thigh.
The hot water bottle was placed over her still somewhat swollen ankle.
Qin Yuhe's palm pressed down on the hot water bottle with slight force. As he applied the hot compress for her, he casually chatted, "Why did you wear pants today?"
Song Xinya: "Wearing pants is convenient."
Knowing perfectly well that he would apply a compress to her foot, wearing a skirt every day and having to cover her middle with her hand every time she lifted her leg would seem somewhat pretentious.
Qin Yuhe: "Wearing pants is also inconvenient."
Almost as a conditioned reflex, Song Xinya immediately thought of something else, her cheeks turning pink: "I can change into a skirt after we go back to the bedroom."
Qin Yuhe looked up at her: "The inconvenience I'm talking about means that wearing pants tightly around your ankle will rub and cause you pain. That kind of inconvenience."
Song Xinya's face turned even redder, and she muttered softly, "Mr. Qin, why do you always say things that leave so much to the imagination and make me think the wrong way? Are you doing it on purpose?"
Qin Yuhe said, "I'm not."
He lowered his head and continued applying the compress. His long, straight eyelashes drooped, concealing the fleeting smile in his eyes.
The morning sunlight slanted down through the glass window, neither harsh nor scorching, perfectly warm, bathing the two of them.
Time seemed to suddenly slow down, cozy and healing.
When Tiantianquan walked out of the washroom, this was the scene she saw.
A handsome man and a beautiful woman sitting together; no matter what they did, it was a feast for the eyes.
While captivated by such a beautiful picture, she was also incredibly surprised—
Rumor had it that Qin Yuhe, the crown prince of the Beijing elite circle, had severe OCD and germaphobia. So who was this man right in front of her, holding his wife's foot and applying a warm compress to it?
Just as Tiantianquan's eyes were filled with shock, Qin Yuhe noticed her and looked over.
Men were the kind of creatures who cared deeply about their pride. They might cook for their women at home, but in front of outsiders, they would always brag that their wives did all the cooking.
Seeing Qin Yuhe look her way, Tiantianquan paused for a moment. She thought to herself that a lofty son of a wealthy and prominent family would surely feel a bit embarrassed losing face after being caught applying a foot compress for his wife.
She was about to pretend she hadn't seen anything and look away, but Qin Yuhe gave her a slight nod. His gaze showed no signs of minding or embarrassment; it was open, upright, and calm.
Qin Yuhe did not think treating his wife well was anything to be ashamed of. Being good to someone should be done openly and honestly. Taking good care of one's wife, whether from a legal or emotional standpoint, was a man's responsibility and obligation.
During the twenty minutes of the warm compress, Qin Yuhe's phone constantly rang and chimed with message notifications. A man as busy as him naturally had a lot of work to do, but he ignored it all. He simply held her foot in his palm, earnestly and carefully applying the warm compress.
Only after the warm compress was finished did he stand up. I have some matters to attend to in the study. Call me if you need anything.
Song Xinya replied understandingly, Mr. Qin, go ahead with your work.
The man's tall and handsome figure disappeared at the study door.
Tiantianquan crossed her arms and walked over to Song Xinya. Oh my, you two are so sweet and affectionate, you almost gave me diabetes!
Song Xinya: I have medicine, do you want some?
Tiantianquan: It's severe diabetes. Medicine won't work anymore; I need eight shots of insulin a day.
Song Xinya: Eight shots a day would turn even late-stage diabetes into hypoglycemia. Even the King of Hell would have to bow down to you.
Tiantianquan: That's great. I could just take over the entire underworld and become a civil servant in the divine realm. Since I couldn't get a government job while alive, I'll secure an iron rice bowl after death.
She looked down at Song Xinya's ankle. It looks like it's almost completely healed. It's barely swollen anymore.
Song Xinya said with a smile, Mr. Qin gives me a warm compress every day.
Tiantianquan pointed her finger upwards. Baby, look at what's floating in the sky?
Song Xinya looked up at the sky in confusion.
Tiantianquan: It's all the romantic sweetness you're showing off.
She stood up and smoothed the wrinkles on her pants at the thigh. Originally, I was worried that you sprained your ankle and had no one to take care of you, so I came over to see if you needed my help. But now it seems CEO Qin is taking exceptionally good care of you. I won't stick around any longer, I'm leaving.
Song Xinya tried to make her stay, saying, Leave after lunch.
Tiantianquan: What lunch? I'm already stuffed from all this sweetness.
Right before leaving, Tiantianquan whispered to Song Xinya, Bestie, I have a very sincere piece of advice for you. In the future, when you and CEO Qin do the deed, try not to do it from behind too often. Otherwise, if he keeps staring at your butt, he might eventually notice that that mark is actually a scar.
Song Xinya's face flushed red.
Having just asked Tiantianquan to stay, she now pushed her out the door. Hurry up and leave.
When it came to that kind of intimacy, Song Xinya was always the passive receiver. Where they did it and what positions they used were entirely up to Qin Yuhe.
She didn't exert any effort, nor did she stop him from doing so. She was exceptionally obedient in that regard; however he wanted to position her, she cooperated.
However, Tiantianquan's words lingered in Song Xinya's ears, and she felt there was some truth to them.
Qin Yuhe seemed to have encountered a tricky issue. He worked in the study all the way until evening without coming out once.
Lunch was brought in by a servant.
At dinnertime, Song Xinya carried a tray of food and knocked on the study door.
She pushed the door open and walked in, seeing Qin Yuhe sitting at the desk.
His fingers were typing on the keyboard. The cold white light from the screen illuminated his face, making his jawline appear sharper and his facial contours more three-dimensional. His expression was cold, solemn, and profound.
Mr. Qin, it's time for dinner.
Qin Yuhe had assumed it was a servant, so he hadn't looked up. Hearing Song Xinya's voice, he pulled his gaze away from the computer screen and looked up at her.
He glanced at her ankle. Why didn't you let the servant bring it over?
Song Xinya walked toward him. I wanted to bring it myself.
The corners of Qin Yuhe's lips curled up slightly.
Song Xinya stood in front of him, looking at his hands resting on the keyboard. Do you want to eat now, or should I leave it here for later?
Qin Yuhe withdrew his hands from the keyboard, reached out to her, and took the tray. I'll eat now.
While he ate, she sat beside him to keep him company.
She occasionally spoke to him, asking about his work.
Mr. Qin, are you busy with that project in Shanghai?
Yes.
If you stay here in Beijing all this time without personally directing things in Shanghai, will it affect the project's progress?
It will.
My foot is pretty much healed now. You don't need to worry, you can return to Shanghai.
I'm not going back.
Song Xinya looked at Qin Yuhe, a bit surprised. Huh?
Qin Yuhe lifted his eyelids and looked at her.
Song Xinya: Oh.
Qin Yuhe's pupils were pitch black. When he looked at someone, his gaze seemed incredibly deep and profound, like a bottomless lake, captivating, mysterious, yet giving off an intense sense of pressure.
I think if you said something about not wanting me to leave right now, my appetite would be much better.
Song Xinya was not someone who liked to say sweet nothings. Mainly because she had never been in a relationship before, she didn't know how to say them.
But right now, CEO Qin seemed to want to hear them.
She gripped the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands and bit the bullet. Mr. Qin, actually, I really don't want you to go to Shanghai. I feel much happier when you're by my side.
With a teasing tone, Qin Yuhe asked, What do you want me to stay by your side to do?
Song Xinya: I want you to give me a foot compress every day.
It was like casting flirtatious glances at a blind person.
Qin Yuhe: Mrs. Qin, you are truly honest.
Song Xinya thought he was complimenting her. Mr. Qin, you are also very honest.
After that, Qin Yuhe didn't say another word.
As Song Xinya carried the tray out, she noticed there was still a lot of food left uneaten.
She had even spoken sweet words to coax him, so why did he still eat so little?
That night, Song Xinya went back to the bedroom to rest first.
After washing up, she lay on the bed. Perhaps because the double bed was too big, lying there alone made her feel inexplicably empty. Her eyes, acting on their own and following her body's instincts, drifted toward the side where Qin Yuhe usually lay.
She saw the English book Wuthering Heights resting on the nightstand on his side.
There was a slight bulge in the middle of the high-quality pages. Tucked inside was a one-yuan coin, with half of its curved outline exposed.
The minting year of the coin was 2000, and the last two zeros were visible.
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