Strange in public! Trying to conceive in private! Pampered and kissed every night.

Qin Yuhe turned off his phone, put it aside, looked up, and saw a familiar couple.

The man was tall and broad-shouldered, with a handsome and noble face that had shed its youthful naiveté and was imbued with wealth and experience.

The woman was bright and charming, with long, curled eyelashes that hung down smoothly. Every smile and frown exuded gentle beauty, like a light rain in Jiangnan, tender and moving.

The man carried several bags, holding all of their belongings.

The woman's delicate hands gripped the corner of his coat as she followed him obediently.

It was Fu Xiaochen and his wife, Gu Qingcheng.

On the flight to Beijing, Qin Yuhe saw the couple and was not surprised.

All three of them were traveling in first class, so it was inevitable that they would meet face to face.

When Fu Xiaochen saw Qin Yuhe, he was slightly surprised: "Aren't you going back tomorrow?"

Qin Yuhe: "It's ahead of schedule."

Gu Qingcheng asked with concern, "Did something urgent happen?"

Qin Yuhe's expression changed slightly.

Fu Xiaochen: "If he doesn't go back soon, his wife will run away."

Qin Yuhe glared at him with eyes as sharp as knives.

Fu Xiaochen: "What, did I hurt your pride by telling the truth?"

Qin Yuhe leaned back in his chair, his long, raven-like eyelashes drooping, and closed his eyes, trying to ignore Fu Xiaochen.

Gu Qingcheng tugged at Fu Xiaochen's sleeve, signaling him not to be so venomous.

Fu Xiaochen turned around and leaned closer to her. His sharp tongue, which was usually unforgiving, transformed into a sweet honey pot the moment he got close to his wife: "I'll listen to you, wife."

Qin Yuhe's lips twitched.

Fu Xiaochen and Gu Qingcheng sat on the other side, separated from Qin Yuhe by the aisle in the middle.

The subtle sounds of the two people sitting down reached Qin Yuhe's ears.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Yuhe heard sucking sounds, the sound of a man swallowing, accompanied by the girl's suppressed, soft, trembling gasps.

Qin Yuhe's body stiffened.

Why did he run into this kind of thing again?

He really doesn't have a habit of eavesdropping.

But this time, it was different from the time I heard it four nights ago.

Qin Yuhe slowly opened his eyes, glancing to the side. Across the aisle, he saw Fu Xiaochen sitting on the outside, his tall body leaning inward, pressing against Gu Qingcheng. One hand was around the woman's waist, and the other was on the back of her head, kissing her passionately.

Fu Xiaochen's broad frame completely shielded the woman on the inside, preventing others from seeing the details of their kiss.

The two of them were just affectionate; they didn't do anything else.

Fu Xiaochen wasn't generous enough to perform a live sex act for others on the plane.

Qin Yuhe glanced at them briefly, then closed his eyes again.

As the plane taxied on the runway, suddenly the engine roared louder, the taxiing speed increased, the wind whistled past the windows, and the fuselage jerked up, soaring into the sky.

The feeling of weightlessness interrupted the passengers' movements, and everyone stopped what they were doing and gripped the handrails tightly.

The sounds of kissing never stopped along the aisle.

The sticky, wet sound kept penetrating Qin Yuhe's ears.

The plane soared to an altitude of 10,000 meters and flew stably in the stratosphere.

During the two-hour flight, Fu Xiaochen's lips remained glued to Gu Qingcheng's lips, and he didn't come down.

Qin Yuhe's ears suffered greatly.

This is never going to end, Fu Xiaochen!

As the plane descended, I heard a woman's soft sobs, her voice barely audible: "Husband, no more, don't kiss me anymore."

Fu Xiaochen coaxed, "Baby, I haven't kissed you enough."

Qin Yuhe: "..."

Gu Qingcheng's voice was urgent, as if she couldn't breathe: "The plane will stop in half an hour, and others will see it."

Fu Xiaochen: "I'm blocking your view, so others can't see you."

Qin Yuhe picked up his phone and sent a message: [I can hear you]

Fu Xiaochen picked up his phone, swiped it open, and saw Qin Yuhe's message.

Gu Qingcheng's cheeks were still flushed, and she nestled tenderly in his arms, asking, "What is it?"

Fu Xiaochen said, "It's nothing."

He leaned down to kiss her lips again, and just as he was about to touch them, another message from Qin Yuhe arrived.

[I listened to the sound of you and your wife kissing the whole way.]

Gu Qingcheng, like a startled deer, suddenly pushed Fu Xiaochen away.

The red lips that were so close suddenly moved away, and the soft, fragrant body left his embrace, resting against the corner of the seat.

Gu Qingcheng refused to let Fu Xiaochen kiss her again, no matter what.

Fu Xiaochen gritted his teeth, turned his head, and glared hatefully at Qin Yuhe.

Qin Yuhe smiled lazily, the corners of his lips curving upwards.

Fu Xiaochen: [Even dogs don't want to be disturbed while eating.]

Qin Yuhe: [Is your wife your meal?]

Fu Xiaochen: [She is my spiritual nourishment.]

Qin Yuhe: [You've bothered me the whole way]

Fu Xiaochen: [I'm jealous, I understand you. This is pure jealousy.]

Qin Yuhe undeniably harbored this mentality: if he couldn't kiss his own wife, no other man should even think about kissing her.

For the next half hour, Qin Yuhe's ears finally had some peace and quiet.

The plane landed at Beijing North Airport.

Qin Yuhe pushed his luggage out. Fu Xiaochen hated him, but cousins ​​are still connected by blood. As they parted, he didn't forget to talk to him about important matters.

"I will be attending the banquet where you and your sister-in-law officially go public one day from now, with my wife."

Fu Xiaochen had originally planned to spend two more days in Shanghai with Gu Qingcheng, but he made a special trip back to Beijing today to attend this banquet.

He knew that Qin Yuhe had specially held the banquet to announce to all the upper-class people in Beijing that Song Xinya was his wife.

This was Song Xinya's first official appearance in high society, which was of extraordinary significance. As her cousin, Fu Xiaochen had no reason not to attend and support her.

With a blush on her face, Gu Qingcheng maintained proper etiquette and said to Qin Yuhe, "I am very much looking forward to meeting my sister-in-law."

Qin Yuhe nodded his thanks to the two men, turned and left, his figure hurried and swift.

The Rolls-Royce sped along the highway. Qin Yuhe picked up his phone and glanced at the time: nine o'clock in the evening.

He clicked on WeChat Sports, the step count leaderboard, and saw that the first place was held by Song Xinya with 20722 steps.

Press your thumb on the screen and swipe back to return to the chat interface.

Their chat history dates back to before the plane took off.

Nearly three hours passed, and she didn't send him any messages.

Qin Yuhe looked up at the driver in the driver's seat: "You drove a little slowly today."

Driver: "The current speed is 60 kilometers per hour."

Qin Yuhe: "The speed limit on the highway is 70 kilometers per hour. You can increase your speed further."

The driver stepped on the gas, driving along the red lines all the way to the Forbidden City Mansion.

Qin Yuhe did not go directly inside the villa, but instead went into a flower shop next to it.

A dashing, unconventional figure entered the flower shop, and when he came out, he was holding a bouquet of pink and blue hydrangeas.

The tall, handsome man walked under the bright moonlight, his body bathed in its cool glow.

He took long strides, and the silvery moonlight shone into his dark pupils, reflecting a light of impatience and anticipation.

Qin Yuhe entered the villa, holding a bouquet of hydrangeas, walked through the huge living room, stepped onto the spiral staircase, and walked down the long corridor on the second floor.

His steps became faster and more hurried.

He started running in the second-floor corridor.

The wind whistled past his ears, the petals of the hydrangea swayed and trembled, and the hem of his black suit swept in a sharp arc.

Qin Yuhe stood at the bedroom door, his eyes gleaming, and pushed the door open.

The room was empty.

He walked around the bedroom, searching every corner of the balcony and bathroom.

I didn't see her.

A pink and blue hydrangea quilt was placed on the snow-white sheets. Qin Yuhe sat on the bed, his handsome figure exuding a hint of dejection.

He picked up his phone, glanced at the time—10 p.m.

He messaged her: [Ya Ya, where are you?]