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

Qin, Qin Yuhe!

How is that possible!

Isn't he in Shanghai?

Song Xinya stared at Qin Yuhe with disbelief in her eyes for a full minute.

She used her mind, which was clouded by alcohol, to think for a moment, and then came to a conclusion: it must be a hallucination.

Just close your eyes.

Close your eyes and the hallucination will disappear.

Song Xinya squeezed her eyes together and closed them tightly, squeezing so hard that the outline of her eyes was distorted.

Then, she suddenly opened her eyes.

Help! This hallucination is still going on!

Qin Yuhe watched quietly the whole time as she acted like a little fool.

His clear, deep voice came through the phone, clearly reaching her ears: "It's not a hallucination. I came back from Shanghai a day early."

Song Xinya's heart trembled.

Thump—the phone slipped from her palm and landed heavily on the table.

Qin Yuhe strode toward her, his figure imposing and his aura icy.

A muscular man stood with his back to Qin Yuhe, unaware of what was happening, and looked at Song Xinya, saying, "Sister, why aren't you scratching my abs yet? I can't wait."

"Sister, are you not satisfied with my abs?"

He held up one finger and pointed to his lower abdomen: "Sister, look, I'm wearing gray sweatpants."

The muscular man, with a sly, flippant tone, said, "Gray, makes it look bigger~"

He grabbed the waistband of his gray sweatpants and pulled them down, revealing more of his body. He kept the line just right, knowing that if he pulled them down even a little bit more, something unspeakable would pop out.

"Sister, look, are you satisfied now?"

Screams erupted all around, and a sudden uproar broke out.

"Touch him! Touch him! Touch him!"

The muscular man was smug and proud of himself for becoming the center of attention.

His abs were still poking into the mouth of the wine bottle in Song Xinya's hand.

He leaned his upper body towards Song Xinya, his words suggestive and provocative: "If you're still not satisfied, there's a spare room upstairs. We can be alone together, and I'll do a striptease for you."

The commotion among the crowd grew even louder.

"Take it off! Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!"

"Let's go upstairs together!"

"Let's go upstairs together!"

This nightclub has many male models, and countless of them have great physiques. This muscular man is getting so much attention for the first time, and he thinks he's about to become famous.

At this rate, the title of the top male star in nightclubs is practically his.

He's about to become a famous duck!

He couldn't wait any longer and reached out to grab Song Xinya's hand.

A powerful, cold force suddenly descended, and a large hand with bulging veins gripped his wrist with strong and forceful strength.

The cheers stopped abruptly as everyone turned to look at the owner of the hand with bulging veins.

Qin Yuhe grabbed the male model's hand and slammed his fist into the model's face.

The male model fell to the ground in a disheveled state, with bright red blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

The crowd screamed in terror and scattered in all directions.

This was Qin Yuhe's first fight.

For the first time, the gentle and elegant young nobleman lost his composure and became out of control because of her.

His usual gentle elegance and composure were nowhere to be seen. A bloodthirsty ferocity churned in Qin Yuhe's eyes, like a beast whose scales had been touched.

The male model on the ground fled backward in fear.

Qin Yuhe walked towards him, pressing closer step by step. His black leather shoes stomped on the floor, the sound of his footsteps heavy and cold, creating an overwhelming sense of oppression.

"Mr. Qin..."

The woman's soft voice carried a hint of drunken languor, with a gentle ending.

Qin Yuhe's lost rationality was brought back.

His long, raven-feather-like eyelashes drooped down. He closed his eyes, concealing the bloodthirsty ferocity in them, and when he looked back at her, his gaze was gentle and clear.

Song Xinya sat in the booth, her small face tilted back, her eyes misty with moisture, her cheeks rosy.

When she saw him turn around, she lowered her head, bowing deeply, her fingers fiddling with her skirt like a child who had made a mistake.

Now they know fear.

Weren't you quite eloquent when you were lying just now?

Qin Yuhe walked towards her, looked at her, and pinched her cheek with his fingers: "Come home with me."

He put one arm around her back and the other under her legs, pulling her into his arms as they walked out.

Song Xinya nestled softly in his arms, her rosy cheeks pressed against his warm chest, behaving obediently like a kitten.

As he carried her to the door, the bar manager and a group of people blocked the entrance.

"You think you can just beat up our people and walk away? There's no such thing as a free lunch!"

"Our bar's revenue exceeds two million a night, but because of you, we can't even do business tonight. You have to compensate us!"

"Do you know who the boss behind our bar is? He's a very influential figure in Beijing's social circles. You'd be terrified if I told you!"

"In high society, not just anyone can call someone 'Third Master of Beijing Circle'; it's an exclusive title for our boss!"

A group of people swaggered and acted arrogantly towards Qin Yuhe.

It vividly illustrates what it means to be a dog relying on its master's power.

The bar manager, chin held high and nostrils flaring, asked his henchman, "Did you tell our boss what happened just now?"

The underling bowed and scraped, like a junior eunuch following a senior eunuch: "The moment he hit someone, I called our boss, and he came downstairs very quickly."

Someone in the crowd shouted, "Boss!"

The onlookers turned to look inside, automatically splitting into two lines to make way for the passage in the middle.

A man in a bespoke suit walked over.

The man was dressed in luxurious clothes, with an imposing presence. He didn't have the air of an ordinary wealthy person; he had a very dignified and noble air about him.

Someone whispered, "Third Master comes from a powerful and influential family in Beijing. His family is not only involved in business, but also holds high-ranking positions in the imperial court."

"Of all people to mess with, why did they have to mess with such a big shot in the top circle?"

"That guy who hit someone is going to be in big trouble now."

Upon seeing the Third Master of the Beijing Circle appear, the bar manager and a group of his underlings rushed towards him, all with fawning expressions.

"Third Master, you've arrived!"

With a powerful backer now, let's see if that man who hit someone still dares to be arrogant!

The bar manager pointed at Qin Yuhe: "Third Master, he's the one causing trouble in our bar!"

The Third Master of the Beijing Circle looked at the man in front of him with disdain in his eyes.

He rubbed his fingers against the blood amber prayer beads on his wrist, his expression languid, his eyes filled with the majesty and superiority of a ruler.

Turn around and let me see who you are.

Qin Yuhe stood calmly, his expression aloof, his deep black eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

"With your status, you're not worthy to make me turn around."

The Third Master of the Beijing Circle sneered coldly: "What a big mouth you have. Nowadays, young people are generally ignorant and arrogant. They think that just because they have achieved some success, they are the chosen ones and dare to dream of being on equal footing with the upper class."

Bar manager: "Exactly, exactly, like a toad trying to ride in a Jeep."

The Third Master of Beijing's elite circle: "I have business to discuss tonight, so I won't waste my time playing bluffing games with young people."

Too lazy to waste words, he strode towards the man in front of him and stood directly in front of him.

The moment he saw the man's face, the Third Master of the Beijing elite was both shocked and inwardly exclaimed: "President Qin!"

Who is this man who can make the famous "Third Master of Beijing Circle" look so frightened and respectfully call him "President Qin"?

The bar manager and his gang of thugs instantly lost their smugness, staring in disbelief.

No, is this troublemaker some kind of boss?

The Third Master of the Beijing Circle didn't have time to explain to them because he was busy trying to please Qin Yuhe.

He smiled broadly and looked at Qin Yuhe, saying, "President Qin, I really didn't expect to run into you here. If I had known you were coming, I would have prepared the best private room for you."

Qin Yuhe glanced at him and asked, "Can I leave now?"

With a wave of his arm, Third Master swept aside the bar manager and his gang of henchmen who were blocking the doorway, like autumn leaves being swept away by the wind.

The bar manager stepped on the foot of the guy next to him, and the guy stepped on the foot of the guy next to him. A group of people fell to the ground with a thud, piling up on top of each other.

They dared not call out, for fear of disturbing the important person.

Third Master stood at the door, like a welcoming doorman, extending his hand in a gesture of invitation: "President Qin, please take care."

Qin Yuhe carried Song Xinya out of the bar.

The Third Master of the Beijing Circle bowed deeply to Qin Yuhe's retreating figure.

To everyone present, the Third Master of the Beijing Circle was someone they could hardly reach, but he was so respectful and courteous in front of the man holding the woman, which made everyone feel frightened.

This person must be incredibly powerful!