Qin Yuhe raised his eyes slightly. "If she has that kind of need, why wouldn't she tell me?"
"Expect a woman to take the initiative to tell you?" Fu Xiaochen chuckled softly. "Women aren't as shameless as us men."
Qin Yuhe: "I think between husband and wife, these things can be talked about openly."
Fu Xiaochen: "Well, I've never made my wife be the one to bring it up."
Qin Yuhe had many business partners, but very few friends he could truly talk to. Those he could discuss such intimate topics with were even rarer, and Fu Xiaochen was one of the few.
With an experienced man sitting right in front of him, Qin Yuhe asked, "Do you and your wife kiss a lot?"
Fu Xiaochen: "A lot. We kiss the moment we see each other. We kiss when there's a reason, and we kiss when there isn't. As long as we're together, our lips are practically never apart."
Qin Yuhe frowned slightly. "Why do you kiss so much?"
Fu Xiaochen's eyes narrowed slightly as he cast a sidelong glance at him. "Brother, don't tell me you're frigid?"
Qin Yuhe: "Not in that regard."
Fu Xiaochen: "What's the frequency?"
Qin Yuhe: "You go first."
Fu Xiaochen: "Every day. At least four times a day."
After he said that, Qin Yuhe thought about his own frequency. Married for over a month, three and a half times.
Compared to that, it made it seem like he had a physical problem.
Fu Xiaochen: "Your turn."
Qin Yuhe: "I'm not telling you."
Fu Xiaochen was left utterly speechless.
He picked up an orange from the fruit platter and threw it at Qin Yuhe, the motion swift and sharp.
Qin Yuhe raised a hand and caught the orange. "I must seriously warn you that intentional assault is a criminal offense."
Fu Xiaochen curled his lips into a lazy smile. "Don't tell me you're this painfully serious in bed, too?"
Qin Yuhe: "I'm not."
Fu Xiaochen: "Good. Women like men to be a little bad in bed. It's more exciting that way."
Qin Yuhe took this to heart. He thought to himself that perhaps he still wasn't bad enough.
During their conversation, Fu Xiaochen's phone rang. It was his wife, Gu Qingcheng, calling.
Fu Xiaochen's lazy, arrogant tone dialed back significantly. His voice softened, though it still carried a hint of a roguish charm.
"Baby, did you miss me?"
The woman's voice on the other end was like warm water, soft, delicate, and sweet.
"Hubby, when are you coming home?"
Fu Xiaochen: "Don't ask when I'm coming back. Just tell me you miss me."
Gu Qingcheng: "Hubby, I miss you."
Fu Xiaochen: "Baby, Hubby loves you."
Gu Qingcheng: "Hubby, where are you?"
Fu Xiaochen picked up his phone, panned it around the private room, recorded a video, and sent it to Gu Qingcheng.
"At the club. There are no women in the room."
Gu Qingcheng: "Hubby, I'm not checking up on you."
Fu Xiaochen: "I'm the one taking the initiative to report in."
A soft, sweet giggle came from the other end, sounding utterly immersed in happiness.
"Hubby, go ahead and do your thing. I'll wait for you to come home."
Fu Xiaochen: "Mhm, I'll be back soon."
Gu Qingcheng: "Hubby, bye~"
Fu Xiaochen: "Baby, bye~"
Qin Yuhe listened until he had goosebumps all over.
Fu Xiaochen: "So, did you hear how my wife and I get along?"
Qin Yuhe: "I heard."
Fu Xiaochen: "What are your thoughts?"
Qin Yuhe: "Too sickeningly sweet."
Fu Xiaochen: "If I'm not overly affectionate with my wife, who else would I be like that with? I worked so hard to win her over. I cherish her so much that I'm afraid she'd melt in my mouth or shatter in my hands. Twenty-four hours a day, I wish I could wait on her hand and foot every single second."
Qin Yuhe: "What about your career?"
Fu Xiaochen: "Not as important as my wife."
Qin Yuhe: "You're crazy."
Fu Xiaochen: "I'm not crazy. I'm completely sober. In my world, no one and nothing is more important than her."
"I give her my person, my money, my love, and my time. Whenever she needs me, even if it costs me my skin, even if I have to crawl, I'll crawl to her side."
Qin Yuhe's heart trembled fiercely, as if it had been struck hard by something.
He thought of the male protagonist in Wuthering Heights, Heathcliff.
The man who possessed such a violent love for the female protagonist, Catherine.
Qin Yuhe: "A world without Gu Qingcheng would be a living hell for Fu Xiaochen, wouldn't it?"
Fu Xiaochen said without hesitation, "Yes."
Qin Yuhe: "Has anyone ever told you that you're hopelessly love-struck?"
Fu Xiaochen: "I'm proud of it."
A notification sound came from his phone; it was a message from Gu Qingcheng.
Fu Xiaochen's tone was full of bragging as he said, "See that? My wife hasn't seen me for a minute and she already misses me so much she can't stand it."
He glanced at Qin Yuhe's phone. "We've been chatting for so long, why hasn't your wife sent you a single message?"
Qin Yuhe: "She's asleep."
Fu Xiaochen laughed. "Going to sleep at seven in the evening. She sleeps quite early."
Qin Yuhe: "...Yeah."
Fu Xiaochen stood up and patted Qin Yuhe on the shoulder. "Don't force yourself to act tough, brother. Your wife is ignoring you. I can tell you're very upset."
He straightened his clothes and walked out. "Unlike me. My wife always pays attention to me."
Qin Yuhe picked up another orange from the fruit platter and threw it at Fu Xiaochen.
Fu Xiaochen raised his hand and caught it. "Long time no see, cousin. You're still as polite and respectful to me as ever."
...
Song Xinya finished her full-body massage and returned to the Purple Jade Courtyard.
She got out of the car and saw Song Tingye sitting at the entrance of the villa. He was resting his face on one hand, his fair and clean face wrinkled in a frown, and his red lips pressed into a tight line, looking as if he was deeply troubled.
"Why are you sitting here?" Song Xinya walked toward him. "Do you need me to put a bowl in front of you to see if any kind souls will toss you some coins?"
Song Tingye: "I'm not a beggar. Why would I need a bowl?"
Song Xinya: "So why are you sitting at the door of the villa?"
Song Tingye: "I'm waiting for you, of course."
Song Xinya: "Out with it. What kind of trouble did you cause?"
Song Tingye rolled his eyes. "Are you even my real sister? Can't you think something good of me for once?"
Song Xinya: "I can. May I ask my cute and handsome little brother, what good news do you have to share with me?"
Song Tingye studied her and asked, "Why haven't you scolded me the past couple of days?"
Song Xinya curled her lips into a smile. "Are you actively begging for a scolding now?"
Song Tingye: "As soon as you come home, you go straight to your bedroom and ignore me. I'm not happy."
Song Xinya: "Mama's boy, but for your sister."
"Don't ruin my reputation as a 1.88-meter-tall man. I'm not a sister's boy," Song Tingye said. "I'm my sister's treasure."
Song Xinya ruffled his hair, just like petting a dog.
She walked into the house, and Song Tingye followed her inside.
Song Xinya: "I've been busy the past two days, so I haven't had the time to check on you. Don't overthink it."
Despite Song Tingye's carefree and easygoing exterior, he could actually be very sensitive inside at times.
Song Tingye: "So you're not unhappy because of me, right?"
Song Xinya: "Right."
Song Tingye: "Then are you unhappy because of my brother-in-law?"
Song Xinya fell silent for a moment.
Song Tingye: "Sis, I don't care if my brother-in-law is rich. I don't care if I eat his food, drink his drinks, and live in his house. If he ever bullies you, I will definitely beat him until he's looking for his teeth all over the floor."
Song Xinya: "What a classic case of the Farmer and the Viper, completely ungrateful."
Song Tingye: "Sis, how did my brother-in-law upset you?"
Song Xinya: "Don't worry about my affairs. There is nothing going on between your brother-in-law and me, and even if there were, I would handle it myself."
After staying by Song Tingye's side, grading all the test papers he had done during the day, helping him correct his mistakes, and tutoring him for another two hours, Song Xinya finally returned to her bedroom.
After washing up and stepping out of the bathroom, Song Xinya changed into a sexy burgundy nightgown.
Thin straps rested delicately on her fair, slender shoulders. The deep V-neck plunged down her chest, revealing a deep cleavage between her full, perky breasts.
Song Xinya walked over to the vanity and opened her jewelry box.
She took out the twenty-million-yuan Pigeon's Blood ruby necklace that her mother-in-law, Jiang Yaoxue, had gifted her previously.
Fastening the necklace around her neck, Song Xinya looked in the mirror and adjusted the crystal-clear ruby until it rested perfectly within her snowy-white cleavage.
She took a picture of her chest and sent it to Qin Yuhe.
She added a caption: [The necklace Mom gave me last time. I'm wearing it for the first time today. Does it look good?]
Qin Yuhe was lying in bed when he saw the photo.
The moment the image caught his eye, his body abruptly stiffened.
Qin Yuhe switched chat windows and sent a message to Fu Xiaochen: [When a woman sends a man a picture of a specific body part, it means she wants him to kiss her right there. Is that a correct assumption?]
Fu Xiaochen: [Yes, absolutely correct.]
Qin Yuhe stared at the snowy-white cleavage cradling the ruby and fell into deep thought. Was she telling him she wanted him to taste her...
