Qin Yuhe's hand, which was caressing Song Xinya's buttocks, suddenly paused.
The flirtatious, frivolous, and amused smile in his eyes abruptly vanished, and his expression turned serious.
At the same time, on the other end of the phone, Jiang Yaoxue heard the slap very clearly.
The smack was muffled yet forceful, sounding exactly like a hand striking plump flesh.
Coupled with the conversation she overheard between Qin Yuhe and Song Xinya—"Don't," "Why," "I'm on the phone with your mother"...
These subtle hints telling the other party not to mess around proved that they were, in fact, messing around.
Jiang Yaoxue could roughly guess what was happening on the other end—
Her usually proper and serious son was spanking her daughter-in-law's bottom.
This realization completely shocked her.
It was simply so out of character for Qin Yuhe.
To the outside world, he had always been strict, aloof, composed, reserved, ascetic, and cold.
Jiang Yaoxue truly couldn't imagine him doing something like spanking his wife the moment he saw her.
But now, it was happening for real.
Jiang Yaoxue covered her mouth to stop herself from gasping in surprise.
She didn't want to disturb the young couple on the other end of the line.
Qin Yuhe withdrew his hand and grasped the armrest of his chair.
His cool gaze swept over the phone. "Is there something you need?"
Jiang Yaoxue didn't know how to answer for a moment.
Her original intention was to chat with her son, but given the current situation, it was definitely not a good time to talk.
"Little He, it's nothing. You and Yaya just spend time together. I'll hang up now."
Seeing the disconnected call, Song Xinya's reason for coming to find Qin Yuhe was gone. She said, "Mr. Qin, you can get back to your work."
As she turned around, he grabbed her wrist.
With a forceful pull backward, she tumbled right onto his lap.
His arms wrapped around her slender, soft waist, locking the woman in his embrace firmly against his thighs.
Beneath her were the man's firm, lean thigh muscles. Through the thin fabric, the sheer sense of power and explosiveness transmitted without reservation, causing Song Xinya's heart to tremble ceaselessly.
"Did I... did I interrupt your work?"
Qin Yuhe's chest pressed against her back from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder. "No, I was getting tired of working. Hugging you right now is just the recharge I needed."
Song Xinya smiled and asked, "Does hugging me help you relax?"
Qin Yuhe nuzzled his cheek against her neck, his warm lips brushing against her sensitive skin as he spoke. "Yes. Holding you feels good."
His hot breath fell upon her, their warm skin rubbing together in a lingering, deeply affectionate tenderness.
Being held by him like this, having him kiss her neck like this, she felt good too.
Song Xinya's delicate body softened as she leaned against his chest. Tilting her neck back, she closed her eyes, her red lips slightly parted, enjoying the comfort he provided.
It turned out that a mere hug could make someone feel this wonderful.
A single embrace could soothe exhaustion, allowing the physical and mental drain to be replenished through each other's bodies.
Before this, Song Xinya never knew that a hug could hold such power.
Nor did she know she could bring him such strength.
"Mr. Qin, what am I to you right now?"
"A power bank."
Song Xinya chuckled softly. "Why not a charging station?"
"A charging station doesn't have the word 'treasure' in it," Qin Yuhe said, pressing a firm kiss to her neck. "You are my treasure."
A treasure who could relax his body and mind, make him feel joyful, and before whom he could drop all his defenses and disguises to just be himself.
The dress Song Xinya was wearing today had a zipper on the back.
Qin Yuhe quickly noticed this.
His lips, originally kissing the side of her neck, trailed along her smooth skin to the nape of her neck.
He pinched the zipper of her dress with his fingers and slowly, little by little, pulled it down.
His lips followed the curve of her nape, slowly kissing downward inch by inch.
She was like a sweet, creamy ice cream cake being unwrapped by him, melting beneath his lips and tongue.
The flames of desire burned fiercer and fiercer, on the verge of slipping out of control at any moment.
Song Xinya's original intention in coming to the study was to let Qin Yuhe talk to his mother. In the end, she had delivered herself right beneath him.
The moment he pressed her against the desk, the man's towering body weighed down on her back.
Was he no longer satisfied with just the bed?
Were they really going to do it on the study desk?
Although Song Xinya looked bright and seductive on the outside, she was actually quite conservative when it came to these matters.
She hadn't yet reached the point where anything and everything could serve as a bed.
Besides, it was broad daylight.
An idiom leaped into Song Xinya's mind—
Indecency in broad daylight.
Song Xinya propped her hands on the desk.
Qin Yuhe's palm pressed down on her lower back, signaling her to arch her waist further down.
Song Xinya's arm trembled, bumping into the pen holder nearby.
The carved solid wood pen holder fell to the floor, emitting a loud thud that sounded especially sharp in the enclosed space.
Fountain pens scattered across the floor, and a corner of the wooden holder chipped off.
Amidst the clattering of the pen holder and the pens hitting the floor, the faint sound of a trouser zipper being unzipped intertwined.
Song Xinya arched her back even lower, her curves looking utterly enchanting.
Just as the flames of passion were soaring, a rapid knocking on the door—bang, bang, bang—shattered the romantic atmosphere in the room.
"Sis, there's a Chinese question I don't know how to do. Hurry up and come out to teach me."
"Hurry up, I'm really in the zone with my homework right now, I've got so much momentum for studying."
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
"Sis, what are you and brother-in-law doing in the study? Why aren't you opening the door?"
Song Tingye grabbed the door handle and gave it a forceful twist.
"Tch, why lock the door in broad daylight?"
These two were acting so secretive; they must be doing something shady behind his back.
Song Tingye scratched his face and thought seriously for a moment.
Suddenly, a little lightbulb went off in his head.
He knew it!
"Sis, brother-in-law, you guys must be secretly eating something delicious behind my back!"
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
Song Tingye pounded on the door so hard it shook the heavens.
"Usually, whenever I have something good to eat, I always save a portion for you guys. But look at you, sneaking food behind my back! And you call yourselves adults; you don't even know how to share as well as a minor like me!"
Despicable!
Having delicious food and not letting him eat it!
Too despicable!
Song Tingye shouted at the door, "I want to eat delicious food too!"
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
The study door opened, and Qin Yuhe stood in the doorway, his face dark with annoyance.
