In the living room, Qin Yuhe sat upright at the dining table, his posture perfectly straight, with a band-aid stuck to each side of his face.
Song Xinya guiltily lowered her head to eat her soup dumplings, not daring to look at his scratched face.
Qin Yuhe looked at her with a lazy, teasing smile. "Song Xinya, if you covet my body, just say so. Six times still wasn't enough for you? You had to scratch me to secretly get more benefits for yourself, insisting I go seven times a night with you."
Song Xinya choked on a mouthful of soup dumpling, nearly suffocating herself.
A glass of warm water was placed next to her hand. Song Tingye stood beside them. "Brother-in-law, what are you and my sister talking about? It sounds pretty wild, you even shocked my sister into choking."
Qin Yuhe: "We were talking about why your essays are always off-topic, and why your language grades never improve."
Song Tingye: "I suddenly remembered I have something to do. You guys eat first, I'm leaving."
He turned around and tried to run.
Song Xinya reached out and grabbed his clothes.
The white T-shirt was bunched up into a small mound.
Song Xinya: "For someone who loves seeing food more than seeing his own dad, what could possibly be more important to you than eating? Stop pretending, you just want to escape."
Song Tingye walked back with his head drooping. "Isn't it because no matter how much I study, my language grades are always stuck in the same place, and I feel guilty about it?"
He looked at the table full of delicious breakfast food. "As a youth with great ambitions, my stagnant language grades are a huge burden on my heart. Whenever I wake up in the middle of the night, I worry so much that I can't fall back asleep. Now, seeing this table full of delicacies, I can't even eat."
Song Xinya held a large beef bun right up to Song Tingye's mouth.
Song Tingye opened his mouth and took a huge bite. "Nom—"
Song Xinya: "Aren't you eating this with great relish?"
Song Tingye: "Sis, you already brought the meat bun right to my mouth. If I didn't eat it, wouldn't I be disrespecting you? Don't misunderstand, I'm only eating it to give you face."
Song Xinya: "Misunderstand my foot, just keep pretending."
Qin Yuhe: "Pretending is useless, you're not even good at it."
Song Xinya: "A true man is always positive and always solves problems."
Song Tingye: "I'm a little man."
Qin Yuhe: "Since you know you're little, you should be even more positive and strive to grow up sooner."
Song Xinya: "Do twenty sets of language test papers today. If you don't finish, no dinner for you."
Qin Yuhe: "Twenty sets is too few, fifty sets is more appropriate."
Song Tingye slammed the table, looking like he was about to start a rebellion. "You married couple are bullying me!"
Song Xinya: "Try slamming it one more time, and you won't get to eat breakfast either."
Qin Yuhe: "Lunch will be canceled too."
Song Tingye smoothly sat back down. "Not slamming, let's eat, let's eat."
In the past, Song Tingye felt like his sister was a giant mountain pressing down on his head. Now that his sister was married, he had two giant mountains—his sister and his brother-in-law—pressing down on him.
Even the Monkey King only had one mountain pressing down on him. He was worse off than a wild monkey.
...
After breakfast, Song Xinya grabbed her bag and prepared to go to work.
Just as she walked out the door, a Rolls-Royce stopped in front of her.
Thinking of the passionate scenes of her and Qin Yuhe making love in this car last night, Song Xinya's cheeks grew hot.
Honestly, she didn't really want to ride in this car.
Qin Yuhe stood beside her. "I figured it wouldn't be convenient for you to ride your electric scooter to work today, so I thought I'd drop you off at the company before heading to the airport."
He meant well, so naturally she wouldn't refuse. Song Xinya replied, "Okay."
She glanced at the driver's seat in the front, lowered her head, and kept poking the ground with her toe.
"Who cleaned up the traces we left in the back seat?"
Usually, the car's interior and cleanliness were handled by the driver.
The thought of someone else seeing the marks of her and Qin Yuhe's lovemaking made her feel too ashamed to face anyone.
She remembered that last night, when Qin Yuhe carried her away, the back seats were still reclined into a bed.
Song Xinya poked the ground with her toe even more vigorously.
Qin Yuhe: "If you keep poking, you're going to scuff the leather on your shoes."
Song Xinya stopped poking, but her head remained deeply bowed.
Qin Yuhe already knew she was thin-skinned. "I told the driver yesterday not to touch anything in the car. The partition is still down, and no one has looked in the back."
Song Xinya raised her head and patted her chest. "That's good."
Qin Yuhe opened the back door. "Get in."
Song Xinya looked inside the car. Very conspicuously, on one of the two black back seats lay a small piece of pink fabric.
A scorching image flashed through her mind, and her heart skipped a beat.
President Qin was a man of his word; if he said he was going to tear his wife's panties, he would definitely tear them.
That was how these two small pieces of fabric came to be.
Song Xinya bent down and got into the car, grabbed the two small pieces of pink fabric, and handed them to Qin Yuhe, who was standing outside. "Hurry up and throw them away, don't let anyone see."
Qin Yuhe took them, held them in his palm, and stuffed them into his pocket. "I'll keep them as a souvenir."
Song Xinya: "...Why do you always like keeping weird things as souvenirs?"
Qin Yuhe: "You wore this, so it has great commemorative value."
Song Xinya thought there was something wrong with his brain.
Qin Yuhe got into the car and used wet wipes to clean up the various marks on the seats.
The Rolls-Royce had excellent sealing, which meant that the sweet and ambiguous scent from last night still hadn't dissipated.
Song Xinya sat in the car, her mind running wild, feeling restless.
The car sped along the highway, and she looked out the window.
"What's so interesting outside the car?" Qin Yuhe's voice came from behind her.
Song Xinya turned her head, and her soft, rosy lips brushed against his cheek.
Without her realizing it, he had leaned in close.
At this moment, her lips were less than a centimeter away from his cheek.
Her sweet, delicate breath puffed against his lips.
Qin Yuhe's gaze fell on her lips.
"Why do you keep looking out the window? Your husband is about to leave, aren't you going to look at your husband?"
Song Xinya curled her lips into a sweet smile. "We've been together every single day these past few days."
Qin Yuhe: "So you're tired of looking at me?"
Song Xinya: "No, it's just that since we're together every day, what else is there to look at?"
"Is that so?" Qin Yuhe pressed his thumb against her lips and rubbed them firmly. "I think you're always beautiful to look at."
