A twenty-minute drive, twelve hundred seconds. Usually, Song Xinya found riding in a car to be an incredibly boring experience. She always felt it was a torment, with time passing agonizingly slowly.
But not right now.
Right now, she felt time was flying by, because—
When people are happy, time seems to fly.
The Rolls-Royce parked in the underground garage of Zijin Mansion.
A layer of mist formed on the car window, reflecting the outline of a pair of soft, white little hands.
Song Xinya pressed both hands against the glass, biting her lip tightly.
The hands gripping her waist were large and scalding hot. The bulging veins on the backs of the man's hands revealed an incredibly formidable sense of power.
The driver opened the door and stepped out, tactfully giving them privacy. He kept his head down, not casting a single glance toward the backseat.
Just as he was about to close the door, a pair of basketball shoes suddenly appeared in his lowered line of sight.
The driver looked up and saw Song Tingye.
Surprise and panic flashed through his eyes. "Young... Young Master Song."
Song Tingye looked at his strange expression and asked, "Why are you panicking at the sight of me?"
Driver: "I-I'm not panicking."
"You say you're not panicking, but you're stuttering," Song Tingye asked curiously. "Did you do something to feel guilty about?"
The driver wasn't the one doing something "guilty."
But there was absolutely no way the driver would dare to sell out President Qin and Mrs. Qin.
The driver said, "I had my head down, and suddenly a living person was standing right in front of me. I got startled. Isn't that normal?"
Song Tingye looked at him for a moment, feeling like that wasn't the case.
But he didn't say anything else, because he hadn't made a special trip to the garage to look for the driver.
"Where are my sister and brother-in-law?"
Driver: "They probably haven't come back yet."
Song Tingye: "You drive for them, and you don't know if they're back or not?"
Driver: "Mr. and Mrs. Qin are still at the little princess's place. They said they're staying there tonight and won't be coming back, so I drove the car back."
Song Tingye: "Ah, my sister and brother-in-law aren't coming back!"
This had never happened before.
In the past, no matter how late it was, his sister would always come back to keep him company.
Song Tingye didn't seem to believe it. He pushed the driver aside and stuck his head into the car to look.
"Hey, why is the backseat partition down? It's blocking everything completely, how am I supposed to see the back?"
The button to raise the partition was in the driver's seat, and Song Tingye reached out to press it.
"You can't do that!" the driver yelled. Disregarding all etiquette, he grabbed Song Tingye by the hair, forcefully pulled him out of the car, and threw him backward.
Bang— Song Tingye landed on his tailbone, falling hard onto his butt.
"Ouch, holy shit! My ass hurts!"
Driver: "I'm sorry, I used too much force."
Taking advantage of the fact that Song Tingye was in too much pain to stand up, the driver hurriedly closed the car door.
Song Tingye rolled left and right on the ground a few times before sticking his butt out and climbing up. "My perfectly good waist is going to get a herniated disc from you throwing me!"
Driver: "I am so incredibly sorry, my apologies."
Song Tingye rubbed his tailbone. "My ass hurts too!"
Driver: "Young Master Song, how about I rub it for you?"
"Get lost," Song Tingye said. "Only women are allowed to rub my ass!"
The driver smiled apologetically and awkwardly.
Song Tingye felt the driver was acting way too abnormal today. Usually, he was a very steady middle-aged man; why was he being so reckless today?
"I just wanted to see what was in the backseat. What are you so afraid of?"
Driver: "There are some of President Qin's personal belongings in the backseat. President Qin gave strict orders not to let anyone see them."
Song Tingye: "Oh, so that's it."
He rubbed his aching waist and stinging butt. "You could have just told me straight. Did you really need to throw me to the ground? You have no idea how much I suffered."
The driver felt exceptionally embarrassed, but in such an urgent moment, there was no time to think of a brilliant countermeasure. He had acted purely on instinct.
"Young Master Song, what happened today was truly an accident. I didn't mean to hurt you. How about this: I'll formally apologize to you tomorrow."
Song Tingye wasn't a petty person. Being a sunny, cheerful guy, he never made things difficult for others.
"Forget it, no need for apologies. Just go."
The driver stood motionless, not daring to leave.
"Young Master Song, you go first."
The driver was worried Song Tingye might try something else, so he needed Song Tingye to leave before he dared to go.
Song Tingye: "Fine."
Holding his waist and grunting in pain, he limped inside, his figure disappearing through the door leading to the villa's main hall.
The driver turned and walked toward the main gate leading out of the villa.
After the driver had left, Song Tingye's round head quickly popped out from the door leading to the villa's hall.
He walked out, his steps brisk and legs nimble. There wasn't a trace of his earlier limp.
He had just been faking it.
Song Tingye walked straight toward the backseat of the Rolls-Royce.
Inside the car, it was restless and unceasing.
Song Xinya couldn't speak a complete sentence; only broken whimpers escaped her alluring lips.
She tried to dodge forward, only to be hooked by the waist and pulled back by Qin Yuhe.
The air conditioning in the car was turned down to the lowest setting, yet she felt as if she were under the scorching midday sun of summer.
She was like a sweet and delicious strawberry ice cream, her glistening sweat like melting cream, devoured by him without leaving a single drop.
Bobbing up and down, just as Song Xinya's consciousness was about to fade into a blank void, Song Tingye's face pressed against the car window, locking eyes with her.
Song Xinya suddenly tensed up.
Qin Yuhe let out a muffled groan.
Song Tingye's gaze was fixed on the two people in the car.
Just as Song Xinya was about to let out another scream, Qin Yuhe covered her mouth.
He lowered his body, leaning over her, his lean and muscular chest pressing tightly against her back as he dropped kisses on her snow-white nape.
"Be good, don't be afraid. Your brother can't see us."
The car windows were one-way glass; the inside could see the outside, but the outside couldn't see the inside.
Song Tingye leaned against the window, staring straight inside. It looked as if he were staring right at them, but in reality, he couldn't see anything.
But even so, it was terrifying enough.
Song Xinya's blood rushed, her scalp went numb, and her heart pounded wildly.
Qin Yuhe didn't stop his movements.
Song Xinya felt every nerve in her body screaming, urging her to run, but her hands remained firmly planted on the car window.
Her heart beat so fast it felt like she was sprinting an 800-meter dash; her heart felt like it could jump out of her throat at any moment.
Fortunately, Song Tingye didn't stay pressed against the window for long. Since he couldn't see anything and looking was pointless, he turned and left.
Song Xinya's tense body finally relaxed.
Qin Yuhe's low laughter came from behind her.
He was actually laughing.
He could still laugh.
She had almost been scared to death.
In the end, her mental fortitude couldn't compare to his; he wasn't afraid at all while doing bad things.
The elegant and noble young master tore off his gentle mask, becoming fierce and wild, stirring up massive waves on a calm lake. She was a small boat, capsized by him, entirely at the mercy of his powerful battering as the waves splashed everywhere...
...
All things ran wild, and the waves surged to the sky.
There was no telling when the world would return to peace.
Song Xinya passed out from pleasure once again.
When she finally regained consciousness, she asked weakly, "Is it over?"
Qin Yuhe replied, "It is for now."
Song Xinya was still a little dazed, her mind hazy. A misty veil seemed to linger in her eyes, shimmering with a dewy moisture that was enough to make anyone's heart itch with desire.
They were still in the car. Halfway through, the seat had been reclined flat, and she had been lying on it.
She was still lying there now.
Song Xinya felt around her body. Thankfully, she wasn't completely bare; she was covered by his black suit jacket.
Qin Yuhe wrapped the jacket tightly around her and gathered her into his arms. "Shall we get out and head upstairs?"
If they didn't go upstairs, were they supposed to sleep in the car?
Song Xinya did not have a single ounce of strength left in her. She felt as though she had been run over by a heavy truck—every part of her was sore and completely limp.
Practically boneless, she leaned into his embrace and let out a weak "Mhm."
The car door opened, and Qin Yuhe stepped out with his long legs, holding her securely against his chest.
At this moment, her entire body was wrapped in nothing but his jacket, while he was impeccably dressed in a crisp white shirt and black suit trousers.
It was already late into the night.
The tall, handsome man carried the woman bridal style, striding through the spacious hall, ascending the luxurious spiral staircase, walking down the long corridor, and finally stepping into the bedroom.
Qin Yuhe placed Song Xinya onto the massive double bed.
As her body sank into the soft duvet, Song Xinya thought to herself that she could finally get some sleep.
Instead, Qin Yuhe's lean, muscular body pressed down on her once more. "One more time."
