Qin Yuhe once received a push notification for an article about intimacy between men and women.
One sentence in it left a deep impression on him.
It said that after a woman gives birth, her desires decrease, and she won't let her man touch her.
Once a woman has a child, her focus shifts entirely to the baby. At that point, the man becomes nothing more than an air fryer to her—she only thinks of him when he's useful.
When a man asks his wife for intimacy, he'll hear the following excuses:
[Not today, tomorrow]
[Let's do it tomorrow, I'm too tired today]
[Why are you always thinking about this? Let me mentally prepare myself]
[The weekend, we'll have time on the weekend]
[My period is coming, my back hurts, my chest hurts, don't touch me]
[I'm on my period]
[It's not over yet]
[Not in the mood, I'm not moving, you do it yourself]
[Not today, tomorrow]
Tomorrow and tomorrow, so many tomorrows. A whole month goes by with zero intimacy.
Qin Yuhe frowned. Surely this kind of miserable existence wasn't what his future would look like?
Song Xinya gently looked up and stole a glance at Qin Yuhe, noticing his poor complexion.
She poked his chest with her slender, pale finger. "Mr. Qin, I didn't mean it like that."
Qin Yuhe said, "Like what? I don't quite understand. Explain yourself."
Song Xinya coughed lightly and said, "Actually, being with you, Mr. Qin... in that aspect, I'm quite happy."
Qin Yuhe looked down at her face. Her cheeks were tinted pink, and her beautiful eyes shimmered with a thin, bashful layer of moisture. It didn't look like she was lying.
For a husband and wife to get along in the long run, communication was essential.
He decided to be open and honest, speaking his true thoughts so that she, as his wife, could truly understand him.
"I believe that a couple's intimate life is a very important part of marriage. If two people lie in bed together simply because I am the father of the child and you are the mother, such a marriage would be far too cold. Sex isn't everything in a marriage, but a sexless marriage exists only in name."
"Mrs. Qin, I want you to share intimacy with me not just to have a baby. I want you to enjoy the pleasure of it."
"If I'm not doing well enough, you can bring it up. Just like two people getting to know each other, this matter also requires a period of adjustment."
He asked her, "Mrs. Qin, what do you think?"
Song Xinya replied, "I think you're absolutely right. With your eloquence, it's a pity you aren't a teacher."
Qin Yuhe said, "...I am having a serious discussion with you about our intimate life."
Song Xinya was nearly dying of embarrassment, her cheeks burning hot enough to cook a pancake.
Who does this? Making dirty jokes with such a straight face.
Of course, CEO Qin didn't think he was making dirty jokes at all. He genuinely believed he was discussing a very serious matter with her.
Marital intimacy, a very serious matter, uh...
Song Xinya buried her face in Qin Yuhe's chest. Her fair, supple arms wrapped around his narrow waist, and a soft, charming voice muffled against him: "Mr. Qin, I'll listen to you on this matter."
Her obedient and soft demeanor made Qin Yuhe very pleased.
The car drove toward the Qin Group headquarters, and the two held each other the entire way.
At the company entrance, Song Xinya pushed the car door open and stepped out.
"Wait," Qin Yuhe followed her out of the car.
It was getting very close to his flight time, and time was tight. Song Xinya looked at him in confusion, wondering why he had stepped out.
Qin Yuhe pressed the thermos cup in his hand into her palm. "Brown sugar water can replenish your qi and blood, don't forget to drink it. While I'm away, I've already instructed the maids to brew it for you every day."
Song Xinya smiled gently and reminded him, "While you're away on your business trip, make sure to take good care of your health too."
Qin Yuhe placed his palm on her face, his thumb slowly stroking her cheek.
An indescribable emotion spread through his chest, dense and sticky, like a spiderweb clinging to his departing steps.
He had never been an indecisive person. He never dragged his feet when doing things and was always resolute and swift.
A month ago, when he went on a business trip, he left cleanly and decisively.
But this time, his steps halted in place, hesitant to move forward.
He caressed her face, his fingers feeling the delicate texture of her skin and its warm temperature.
That sticky, spiderweb-like emotion in his chest began to take shape, gradually becoming clearer, forming into a distinct word in Qin Yuhe's heart:
Reluctance.
His parents divorced when he was young, forcing him into early independence. His father's mediocrity, incompetence, and fickleness meant he had to shoulder the family's heavy burdens before coming of age. The treacherous business world and the ruthless struggles for power and fame had forged Qin Yuhe's decisive and ruthless character.
Reluctance was an unfamiliar emotion to him.
An emotion he had never felt for anyone before.
For a moment, he didn't know how to express this feeling. Fortunately, the body had its own instincts. His hand covering her cheek stroked her gently, lingering with deep, intertwining affection.
Song Xinya stood quietly, looking at him, letting him caress her.
She wasn't made of wood; she could feel that Qin Yuhe's behavior before leaving for this business trip was quite different from the last time.
The Rolls-Royce window rolled down, and the driver poked his head out. "Mr. Qin, if we don't leave now, you'll miss your flight."
The driver didn't want to be the bad guy, but he had no choice, forced by his job.
If CEO Qin was late, it would delay a business deal worth hundreds of millions, which he couldn't afford to take the blame for.
Qin Yuhe pulled his hand back from Song Xinya's face and slipped it into his pants pocket. "It will be quick. I'll be back in a week."
After speaking, a speechless smile tugged at the corners of Qin Yuhe's lips. Song Xinya hadn't even said she would miss him; who was he saying this to?
It was as if he was comforting himself.
He turned and got into the car.
Through the rearview mirror, the driver looked at the man in the back seat. His face was as handsome and striking as ever, his skin cool and fair, looking just as noble and elegant. But from his lowered long eyelashes, the driver saw loneliness.
Just a moment before the car was about to pull away, a knocking sound echoed against the window.
The window slowly rolled down, and Song Xinya's bright, beautiful face caught his eye.
"Mr. Qin, I'll wait for you to come back. I... well, I really do hope you come back soon."
The corners of Qin Yuhe's lips curled up. "Okay."
The car headed toward the airport. The driver once again looked at the man in the back seat through the rearview mirror. It was the same face, with the same expression of lowered eyelashes, but this time, there was no loneliness on his face.
He still sat there with a cool expression, but the driver could clearly feel that CEO Qin's mood had improved.
Song Xinya arrived at the 8th floor. At the company entrance, just as she was about to step inside, she received a message on her phone.
Qin Yuhe: [Don't worry about getting pregnant. This lightbulb has only been plugged in a few times, what's the rush? It hasn't lit up yet, but if we plug it in a few more times later, it will.]
Doing the exact math, Qin Yuhe added a sentence in his mind: Three and a half times.
The time he didn't get fully satisfied counted as half a time.
Looking at the words he sent, Song Xinya's ankle gave out, and bang—she bumped her head right into the door.
