Song Xinya had been standing perfectly fine on her tiptoes, but the moment Qin Yuhe pressed up against her, her legs went weak and she tilted to the side.
His palm grasped her slender, soft waist, steadying her.
The hand on her waist was long-fingered and warm, its grip carrying an irresistible sense of possessiveness.
His sharp knuckles brushed past the sensitive side of her waist, raising a tingling and itchy sensation on her skin. It felt like an invisible, pervasive electric current climbing up her waistline, tingling all the way to the tip of her heart, taking control of her heartbeat.
The sense of crisis—of being controlled, invaded, and devoured—enveloped her firmly like an indestructible net.
The kitchen door was open. Jiang Yaoxue, Qin Yuyan, and the maids were all in the living room.
The TV was playing Nailong vs Baobaolong.
The innocent, cute, and child-like voices of the cartoon characters echoed throughout the hall.
In the kitchen, Song Xinya was pinned against the wall by Qin Yuhe.
His hand lifted the hem of her white shirt, revealing a section of her snow-white, slender waist.
His fingers covered it, stroking back and forth.
It was ambiguous, teasing, and highly skilled.
When it came to intimacy, he was a master, able to effortlessly arouse a woman's desire.
The mouth can lie, but the heartbeat cannot deceive.
What adults wanted was that most primal kind of pleasure.
Song Xinya's heartbeat lost its rhythm, her breathing grew rapid, and her clear rationality slowly turned into static.
Were they really going to battle it out right here in the kitchen?!
With the door open!
This was too crazy!
Just as her static-filled rationality was about to go completely blank, she forcefully grabbed the mischievous large hand on her waist.
Her palm covered the back of his hand, clearly feeling his winding, protruding veins.
Song Xinya: "Mr. Qin, what are you doing?"
Qin Yuhe: "You were falling, I caught you. I am acting bravely for a just cause."
A flock of crows flew over Song Xinya's head in awkward silence.
What the hell kind of brave act was this.
Pinning her against the wall and constantly stroking her little waist, this was called acting bravely for a just cause?
Was her perspective too narrow, or was his just too grand!
They wore few clothes in the summer, and he was pressing against her so firmly. The thin fabric left all changes with nowhere to hide, impossible to conceal.
He was well-endowed.
Song Xinya panicked a little.
At the same time, her heart rippled and palpitated fiercely.
The difference between humans and animals is that animals follow their instincts entirely, while humans possess self-control.
Song Xinya firmly gripped the large hand on her waist, and Qin Yuhe respected her wishes, making no further moves.
The man's sturdy arm reached across above her head. With one hand holding her waist, he picked up a gray apron from the hanger with the other.
Song Xinya hung up the pink apron she was holding.
Qin Yuhe stuffed the gray apron into her hands.
"Help me put it on."
"Okay."
Song Xinya turned around in the space between the wall and his body, her round, perky bottom brushing and rubbing against him.
Her lowered gaze missed the sudden darkening of his eyes.
She held up the apron and stood on her tiptoes, and he cooperatively lowered his head.
An apron was naturally unrelated to handsomeness, but worn on his great figure with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, it looked incredibly stylish.
A strong sense of him being a domestic husband rushed over her.
To describe it in one sentence—
He hadn't even started cooking yet, but you already felt his food would be exceptionally delicious.
It was an irresistible, top-tier masculine charm.
Qin Yuhe walked over to the gas stove. "Mrs. Qin, teach me how to cook."
Song Xinya stood beside him.
Qin Yuhe: "What's the first step? Heat the wok and pour in oil?"
"No," Song Xinya said. "First turn on the range hood, or you'll be covered in greasy smoke."
Qin Yuhe said with a serious face, "Makes sense."
A wealthy young master certainly wouldn't know how to use something like a range hood. Song Xinya raised her hand to turn it on and adjusted the fan speed.
Next, she began guiding him on how to cook.
When people reach a certain class and status, holding high positions for a long time, it becomes easy for them to refuse to bend down. They are unwilling to learn or seek advice from those below them, feeling it would lose face and damage their dignity.
Qin Yuhe did very well in this regard.
Outside, he was the strategic, awe-inspiring crown prince of the Beijing circle. Inside, he knew he lacked skills in cooking. He didn't pretend to understand what he didn't, nor was he impetuous. He remained emotionally stable, maintained a humble attitude, learned earnestly, gently asked Song Xinya for advice, and followed her instructions.
He fully displayed the grace of a scion of an aristocratic family.
Song Xinya would look up from time to time, zoning out as she watched his peaceful expression and earnest eyes.
He never did anything half-heartedly; he was extremely serious about everything.
No wonder he could grow his business so large. Just this serious and rigorous attitude toward everything was beyond what ordinary people could match.
Successful people indeed have their reasons for success.
"Have you looked enough?" Qin Yuhe turned his head to look at her, resting his hands on the stone countertop.
Caught off guard, Song Xinya met his gaze, and her heart gave a thump.
Why was this man like this, flirting left and right anywhere he went.
Or perhaps her little heart was just too inexperienced, pounding whenever she saw him.
Qin Yuhe looked at her with gentle eyes. "If you're teaching me how to cook, teach me seriously. Why do you keep spacing out?"
Song Xinya: "Well, haven't I taught you very well anyway?"
Qin Yuhe: "Could it be because I'm a good learner?"
Song Xinya: "It's because I teach well, it's because I teach well."
Qin Yuhe looked at her with a soft, shallow smile. "It's because you teach well."
Looking at his gentle expression, Song Xinya suddenly felt her face grow a little hot.
She felt as though he was spoiling her like a child.
She lowered her thick, curly eyelashes, coughed lightly, and pointed at the rising steam. "I think the dish is ready."
Qin Yuhe turned his head, picked up the chopsticks, and took out a piece of shrimp.
Seeing that he didn't intend to eat it, Song Xinya asked, "Let me taste if it's cooked?"
Qin Yuhe: "Don't taste it."
He waved at Qin Yuyan in the living room. "Come here."
Qin Yuyan asked in confusion, "Brother, why are you calling me over?"
Qin Yuhe said in his heart: To test for poison.
Qin Yuhe said aloud: "To give you something delicious to eat."
Qin Yuyan trotted over happily. "Yay."
She popped the shrimp into her mouth, savored it, and her eyes lit up. "It's so delicious. My sister-in-law made this, right!"
Since it was delicious, Qin Yuhe picked up another shrimp from the wok and fed it into Song Xinya's mouth. "Now you can eat it."
The process reached the fourth step: serving it out of the wok.
The four of them sat around the table and began to enjoy the fruits of their labor.
Jiang Yaoxue tasted a bite of the Typhoon Shelter fried shrimp and praised it endlessly. "Little He can cook so well on his first try, he really is very talented."
Song Xinya: "He is exceptionally good at everything he does."
After saying that, she thought of something else, glanced at Jiang Yaoxue, and her fluttering eyelashes quickly drooped down.
Jiang Yaoxue smiled without saying a word.
She was experienced and understood everything.
Marital life was naturally a very important matter between a husband and wife.
Love is built through talking, and also through making love.
Her son and daughter-in-law had a great relationship, and as a mother-in-law, she was genuinely happy for them.
During the meal, Qin Yuhe mentioned to Jiang Yaoxue that in a week, the Qin family would hold a banquet to formally, grandly, and publicly announce his marriage to Song Xinya to everyone in the upper-class society of the Beijing circle.
Jiang Yaoxue stated that she would definitely attend.
After the meal, Song Xinya originally wanted to spend a little more time with Qin Yuyan, but Qin Yuhe was in a burning hurry and pulled her home.
The moment they got into the backseat of the Rolls-Royce, Qin Yuhe had the driver raise the partition.
The partition divided the space inside the car into two separate worlds.
In the backseat sat a handsome man and a gorgeous woman. With a man and a woman alone together, the temperature naturally began to swelter.
As Song Xinya turned her head to look out the window to distract herself, she felt a sudden warmth at her waist. His large hands gripped her slender waist, lifting her up to straddle his lap.
Her fair, tender legs dangled on either side of his, the snow-white skin forming a striking, scorching contrast against the deep black of his suit trousers.
The stark contrast of black and white exuded a seductive, decadent beauty.
A wicked look surfaced on Qin Yuhe's face—the kind of look a man gets when he is doing that kind of intimate thing, or is about to.
He leaned back lazily against the seat, his palm supporting the small of her back. His smile was that of a suave, charming man in complete control.
Mrs. Qin, you still haven't answered my question. Is Mr. Qin impressive?
Song Xinya used to think that even for a married couple, things like cuddling and doing intimate things should wait until they were home behind closed doors.
She still wasn't used to Qin Yuhe's habit of touching her whenever and wherever he pleased.
But not being used to it didn't mean she didn't like it.
At this moment, Song Xinya leaned submissively into Qin Yuhe's embrace. Her soft, fragrant body pressed against his chest, her face buried in the crook of his neck, as pliant as spring water.
Mr. Qin is very impressive.
Men always loved hearing such things.
Qin Yuhe pressed further, How impressive?
Song Xinya thought for a moment and replied, Impressive enough to make me pass out from pleasure several times a night.
Qin Yuhe smiled and asked, Do you want to pass out from pleasure several times again tonight?
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