"I don't want to make a multiple-choice decision. As an adult, I want both."
Song Xinya didn't want to deceive her own heart, honestly expressing her true thoughts.
People shouldn't lie to themselves.
Tiantianquan wasn't surprised by this answer at all: "That's the Song Xinya I know, a cool girl."
Tiantianquan: "However, I have to give you a heads-up. In this world full of mortals, it's often the case that those seeking wealth thrive, while those seeking love end up with nothing."
"The scions raised by prominent, aristocratic families carry not just their own glory on their shoulders, but the honor of their entire family. They usually put interests first and never compromise."
"Out of a perfect score of one hundred, love only takes up ten points in their hearts."
A layer of bewildered mist clouded Song Xinya's clear eyes: "Is that so?"
Tiantianquan: "Anyway, I've never seen any aristocratic heir go half-mad over a woman. Could Qin Yuhe be the exception?"
Song Xinya: "I don't know."
How could she know something she had never seen?
Qin Yuhe was always so gentle and elegant, reserved and noble, calm and unhurried. It seemed he would never lose control of his emotions for anyone or anything.
How could he possibly go mad over a woman?
Tiantianquan: "Then just leave it at that. Restrain your own heart too, and keep your feelings for him at exactly ten points."
Having made her point, Tiantianquan dropped the subject. She opened a drawer, took out a beauty salon voucher, and handed it to Song Xinya.
"This is a welfare voucher our cosmetic hospital gave to the doctors. It's for a free full-body massage and spa. They use imported essential oils from top international brands. Not only will you enjoy a massage so comfortable that every pore will want to scream, but it also provides skincare, making your skin even fairer, softer, and more delicate."
"Our hospital only gave one voucher to each doctor. I couldn't even bear to use it myself, so I saved it for you."
Song Xinya: "Thank you."
Tiantianquan: "What are you thanking me for? You've treated me to beef tongue twice, letting me french kiss a cow's tongue twice. Thanks to you, I've experienced two wonderfully lingering French kisses."
Song Xinya: "Did you really experience that?"
Tiantianquan: "I'm joking, I didn't experience a damn thing. A French kiss is something you have to do with a man. Of course, it has to be a man with excellent kissing skills."
"If you run into a man who doesn't know what he's doing, it's a total waste. You'll only end up getting gnawed and bitten, your tongue sucked numb by the other party without experiencing the slightest bit of pleasure."
Song Xinya looked at her with a teasing gaze: "You've kissed quite a few men in the past, haven't you?"
Tiantianquan: "I must honestly admit, your sister here is quite experienced in this area."
Looking down at her watch, Tiantianquan said: "I have a breast augmentation surgery to perform in a little while. Otherwise, I would definitely drag you down right now and tell you in detail about how many men I've kissed, where we kissed, and which boyfriend was the best to kiss."
Song Xinya: "Spare me, a woman who has never kissed anyone. This is unsuitable for a young wife."
Tiantianquan: "You're a married woman. You've tied the knot, consummated the marriage, yet you still haven't kissed a man. Who would believe that if you told them? Hahahahaha."
Indeed, no one would believe it if told.
Tiantianquan: "Wait until Qin Yuhe comes back from his business trip, you should hurry up and try it with him."
That would require him to be willing, Song Xinya thought to herself. She couldn't just force a kiss on him.
As if she were so desperate for his lips.
Holding the welfare voucher, Song Xinya went to the full-body massage room.
The masseuse gently reminded her: "Miss Song, please take off your clothes and lie down on the massage bed."
Song Xinya: "Do I need to take everything off?"
The masseuse advised: "This welfare voucher includes a private part massage. Would you like that?"
Song Xinya: "How is a private part massage done?"
The masseuse pointed to a cart holding items nearby, which had a cylindrical wand-like object on it: "We use this, put a sleeve over it, and massage you, our esteemed customer."
As a woman who had experienced intimacy, Song Xinya naturally understood what kind of massage this was.
Song Xinya: "Your esteemed customer says she'll pass."
The masseuse tried hard to sell it: "Are you sure you don't want to try it once? It's our store's signature service. As long as you try it once, I guarantee you'll fall in love with it."
Song Xinya: "I'm currently on my period."
The masseuse: "That is indeed a bit inconvenient. Just keep your panties on and lie down on the bed."
Song Xinya took out her phone and sent a message to Tiantianquan: [How come your hospital offers every kind of service?]
Tiantianquan: [Making money, it's nothing to be ashamed of.]
Song Xinya: [Have you experienced that... massage at your hospital?]
Tiantianquan: [I have, it felt amazing!]
Song Xinya: [...]
Tiantianquan: [You have a husband, you can't understand the itch of us adult single women without husbands.]
Song Xinya: [Bye bye]
Putting down her phone, Song Xinya lay on her stomach on the massage bed, wearing only her panties.
The masseuse's technique was very professional, with just the right amount of pressure. She found the acupressure points with extreme accuracy, every press hitting the right spot, immediately dispersing the soreness.
Song Xinya closed her eyes, and in her drowsy mind, all that surfaced was Qin Yuhe's face.
She was going crazy.
How could she be thinking about him every single moment?
...
Inside a Rolls-Royce, Qin Yuhe leaned back in the rear seat. His black suit was meticulous, his long legs crossed.
The dim yellow light from the streetlamps swept past the car window, casting shifting shadows over his well-defined face and reflecting his serious expression.
He held his phone in his hand, looking at WeChat Sports, specifically Song Xinya's step count on the leaderboard.
WeChat Sports updated its step count every half hour.
Seeing that Song Xinya's step count hadn't changed for half an hour, Qin Yuhe figured she must have arrived home.
Today, she hadn't sent him a close-up photo of her lips wearing lipstick.
Qin Yuhe cast a glance at the driver in the front seat.
The driver astutely caught the fleeting look Qin Yuhe threw his way.
Taking the initiative, the driver asked: "Mr. Qin, after you bought lipstick for your wife today, how did she react?"
Qin Yuhe: "When you do something like this, how does your wife react?"
The driver: "My wife happily hugs me and gives me a kiss."
"What about you, Mr. Qin?"
Qin Yuhe fell silent.
Guessing what had happened, the driver said: "If the madam didn't have much of a reaction, that's actually the best reaction. If she were unhappy, she would have continued sending you photos. She must be happy, which is why she stopped sending them."
Qin Yuhe: "Is that so?"
The driver: "It must be."
The car arrived at the entrance of a glamorous entertainment club, the biggest money-squandering den in the city.
Today, Qin Yuhe's cousin, Fu Xiaochen, had returned after traveling the world, eating, drinking, and having fun with his wife, Gu Qingcheng.
Qin Yuhe came to the club to host a welcome dinner for his cousin, Fu Xiaochen.
In a VIP private room on the top floor, Qin Yuhe pushed open the door.
Of the two men sitting in the center of the room, one automatically stood up upon seeing Qin Yuhe approach, offering his seat to him.
The man who remained seated was Qin Yuhe's cousin, the president of the world's largest private bank, Fu Xiaochen.
His handsome, aristocratic face had shed all traces of youth, radiating an aura of wealth and worldly experience.
After taking a seat, Qin Yuhe leaned his head back against the top edge of the sofa without saying a word. His strikingly gorgeous features were blurred in the dim play of light and shadow.
Fu Xiaochen swirled the amber liquor in his glass, letting out a soft, lazy chuckle. "You are a newlywed, supposedly in the happiest phase of your life. Yet here you are looking like this. Did you have a fight with your wife?"
"We didn't fight," Qin Yuhe replied.
"Then you must have done something to upset her, and now she is giving you the cold shoulder," Fu Xiaochen concluded.
Qin Yuhe thought back on the events of the past two days. Suddenly, it was as if a ray of light had pierced through a thick fog.
"I think you might be right."
"What exactly did you do to upset her?" Fu Xiaochen asked.
Qin Yuhe lowered his long eyelashes and said gloomily, "I don't know."
Fu Xiaochen scoffed lightly. "How could you not know what you did?"
"I really don't. Everything was perfectly fine before I left for my business trip," Qin Yuhe insisted.
"Well, you must know what happened over the last couple of days. Tell me about it," Fu Xiaochen prompted.
"For two days in a row, she sent me pictures of herself wearing red lipstick."
Fu Xiaochen let out another soft scoff. "Isn't it obvious what your wife meant?"
Qin Yuhe looked at him earnestly, his expression the very picture of someone humbly seeking advice.
"Your wife wants you to kiss her lips," Fu Xiaochen said.
