Tiantianquan never beat around the bush. Her personality was as straight as a steel rebar, and her mouth was like a needle—whenever she spoke, she was guaranteed to hit the nail on the head.
"Song Xinya, you are not just looking forward to Qin Yuhe's kiss; you are looking forward to his love."
"If a woman doesn't like a man, she wouldn't expect to receive his love."
"Song Xinya, you have fallen for Qin Yuhe."
All afternoon, Tiantianquan's words, "Song Xinya, you have fallen for Qin Yuhe," kept echoing in Song Xinya's mind.
They buzzed endlessly, lingering and drilling deep into her brain.
Song Xinya felt as if she had poked a hornet's nest, and every little bee that flew out was named Qin Yuhe.
The young master's influence was truly powerful. Even though he wasn't in Jingbei and was thousands of miles away, he could still disrupt her magnetic field and mess with her heart.
"Song Xinya!"
"Song Xinya!"
"Hey, hey, hey, Song Xinya!"
A hand waved back and forth in front of Song Xinya's eyes, moving so fast it became a blur.
Song Xinya finally snapped back to reality.
Chen Siyan withdrew his hand and patted his chest. "Ms. Song, you're finally back. I thought you'd lost your soul and was about to find a shaman to call it back for you."
Song Xinya replied, "What shaman? It's the 21st century, and you're still into that stuff."
Chen Siyan countered, "Superstition never goes out of style. The end of science is metaphysics. The country tells us not to be blindly superstitious, not to completely disbelieve."
Song Xinya felt that Chen Siyan's twisted logic was on par with Tiantianquan's.
"During working hours, did Manager Chen seek me out just to educate me on superstition?"
Chen Siyan said, "Of course not. I want to talk to you about work."
Song Xinya put away her casual chatting demeanor and listened attentively.
When getting down to business, Chen Siyan also looked completely serious. "I always remember that during your interview, your resume showed no experience in online teaching."
Song Xinya nodded, "Indeed, I don't."
Chen Siyan explained, "People used to say that good wine needs no bush because good things were scarce back then. But in this day and age, even good wine fears a deep alley. It's useless to just have good stuff; you have to let others know you have it so you can sell it."
"Ms. Song, I have already witnessed your teaching abilities and your knack for communicating with teenagers. In the education and training sector, you are top-notch in every aspect."
"It's just that, you've been with the company for so long, and currently, you only have the little princess of the Qin family as your client."
"For us in the tutoring industry, the base salary is just a small part; the bonuses are the main chunk. You can only earn more money by developing more clients."
"We can't just rely on referrals for clients; we have to go out and develop them ourselves."
Chen Siyan took out a stack of teaching materials thicker than a dictionary and placed it on Song Xinya's desk.
"These are the experiences I've summarized myself from doing online live classes. There's no fluff at all; it's all solid, practical knowledge."
"As your direct supervisor, I want to ask you: do you want to join me in the online live teaching business?"
An industry bigwig volunteering to take her under his wing was equivalent to handing money right to her.
Moreover, this boss was sharing his years of work experience with her.
She had to admit that Chen Siyan was a genuinely great supervisor. He never hid anything good and was exceptionally generous and open with his subordinates.
Song Xinya didn't want to pass up this opportunity.
To take her career to the next level, she needed this chance.
But she also knew that her current identity wasn't just her own; she was also the young madam of the Qin family, the top wealthy family in the capital circle.
Doing online live teaching meant showing her face to the public.
And prestigious, wealthy families had always frowned upon their women making public appearances.
What true wealthy young madam would go out and do live streams?
A fake wealthy young madam would.
Looking at the online live teaching materials that were thicker than a dictionary on her desk, Song Xinya replied to Chen Siyan, "I need to go back and discuss this with my family."
Chen Siyan nodded. "Alright. After all, this is a highly visible job, and the internet can be very toxic these days. One wrong word, and you could face cyberbullying. There are pros and cons to this industry, so think it over carefully."
After work, Song Xinya accepted Tiantianquan's warm invitation and went to the plastic surgery hospital where Tiantianquan worked.
In the office, Song Xinya sat and waited for a while before Tiantianquan pushed the door open and walked in.
"Bestie, sorry to keep you waiting."
Tiantianquan was wearing a white coat and silver-rimmed glasses. She exuded the cool, aloof vibe of a female doctor and looked extremely professional.
She took off her gloves, picked up some hand sanitizer gel, and disinfected her hands.
"I just performed a vaginal tightening surgery on a wealthy socialite."
Song Xinya felt as if she suddenly couldn't understand her own language. "You did what surgery?"
Tiantianquan looked calm and composed. "Vaginal tightening surgery. Haven't you heard of it?"
Song Xinya replied, "Never."
Tiantianquan was a professional plastic surgeon; she could work on anything from faces to private parts.
"This surgery has always been very popular among wealthy socialites."
"Especially in the circles of those pampered women who do nothing but be full-time wealthy wives—it's incredibly hot."
"Those wealthy wives want to quickly have a son or daughter as soon as they marry into the family. First, to consolidate their status as the young madam; second, to improve their marital relationship; and third, to get a bigger share of the inheritance when their husbands die."
"They want to have kids quickly, but they also want to be as tight as before after giving birth. That's why they come for the tightening surgery."
Song Xinya sighed, "My weird knowledge has increased again."
Curious, she asked, "Is this kind of surgery effective?"
Tiantianquan replied, "The results are immediate. No matter how many kids you've had, I guarantee it will restore you to being as tight as a virgin."
"Why are you asking so clearly? Thinking of getting this surgery after having Qin Yuhe's baby in the future?"
Song Xinya said, "There's not even a shadow of that happening yet. I'm not even pregnant."
Tiantianquan pressed, "So, do you want to get pregnant, or do you not want to?"
Song Xinya fell silent for a moment, then asked, "If a child is born and lives in an environment where their parents don't love each other, will they be happy?"
Tiantianquan answered, "Since you asked, I must answer you honestly: they would definitely be happier living in an environment where their parents love each other."
Song Xinya fell silent again.
Tiantianquan continued, "Actually, I think Qin Yuhe is pretty good. He's handsome, emotionally stable, generous with his money, and exceptionally capable in bed."
"He gives you a luxury mansion and a luxury car, plus 200,000 in pocket money every month. What job nowadays pays 200,000 a month? You could work yourself to the bone and still not make that much."
"As long as you don't divorce him, you can get 200,000 in pocket money every month. That's literally a pie falling from the sky."
"Of course, I also understand that the only bad thing about this situation is probably that he doesn't love you."
"So you have to ask yourself: right now, do you want his money, or do you want his love?"
Song Xinya said—
