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

Gentle words.

A gentle caress.

A kiss that landed on my ear.

The arms that were tightly embracing her body.

These comforting gestures resonate with women's need for emotional depth, soothing deep-seated anxieties and bringing a sense of security.

"Okay," Song Xinya finally stopped worrying about the rats and was willing to go to sleep peacefully.

Her thick, downy eyelashes drooped down like two soft butterfly wings, and her breathing was so light it was almost inaudible.

Gone is the cunning, rascal, and spoiled nature from before; now she's as obedient and docile as a cat.

Qin Yuhe gazed at her, his fingers gently stroking her cheek.

When you have a thought in your mind, your hand will move accordingly.

His fingers landed on her lips.

Her slightly pouty lips were squeezed and sunken in, leaving a dent in her full lips.

The touch on his fingertips was soft and delicate.

Her breath smelled of alcohol.

Qin Yuhe stared at Song Xinya's lips for a while, blinked his long eyelashes heavily, and stood up.

He went into the bathroom and saw water stains all over the floor.

She didn't close the glass door when she was showering, and water splashed everywhere.

The robot vacuum cleaner made a buzzing sound, which disturbed her sleep, so Qin Yuhe found a mop, bent over, and gently and slowly mopped the floor.

His phone rang at that moment. He took it out, turned off the volume, and then glanced at the caller ID.

He took his phone and walked out of the bedroom. When he got to the second-floor hallway, he answered the call.

The father, Qin Hanxiao, said, "Why did it take you so long to answer the phone? I thought no one was answering and I was about to hang up."

Qin Yuhe: "It takes time to walk from the bedroom to the hallway."

Qin Hanxiao: "Why didn't you answer it in the bedroom? Is there something you need to be discreet about?"

Qin Yuhe: "We mustn't disturb Madam's sleep."

Qin Hanxiao laughed sarcastically: "It's no big deal. It's just disturbing her sleep. So what if she's disturbed? Let her go back to sleep. As someone who's been there, let me tell you, you can't spoil women. The more you spoil them, the more they'll take advantage of you. In a marriage, a man has to be firm and have his word."

Qin Yuhe: "I don't need you to impart your experience to me, a man whose marriage failed and whose wife ran off with another man."

Qin Hanxiao was hit where it hurt and jumped up from his chair: "Who said my wife ran off with another man? We broke up peacefully."

Qin Yuhe: "She dumped you."

Qin Hanxiao's anger flared even more: "You're so proud to have a wife, aren't you?"

Qin Yuhe: "Why not?"

Her thin, red lips added, "It's still better than a man like you whose wife ran off with another man."

Qin Hanxiao was choked by the words.

He said angrily, "You want to hold a public banquet for your wife? For the past week, I've been helping you send out invitations, contact guests, book hotels, review menus, and so on. I've done everything for you."

Qin Yuhe remained calm: "I give you a monthly allowance and dividends. Your current life of luxury comes entirely from my support. I never support idlers. If you don't want to work, then don't take my money."

Qin Hanxiao really wanted to shout, "I'll never take your money again!" but he didn't dare.

Because once he tells him, Qin Yuhe will really never give him money again.

He originally called to quit, telling Qin Yuhe to let someone else handle the rest of the banquet.

Before he could even say anything, he wilted and hung up the phone dejectedly.

Just as Qin Yuhe was about to return to his bedroom, another phone call came in.

Grandpa Qin: "I heard you came back a day early?"

Qin Yuhe leaned on the railing, looking down at the lobby on the first floor: "Grandpa is so old, yet he can still get firsthand information right away."

Grandpa Qin: "Our house has an alien signal tower installed, so we're well-informed and can create hotspots throughout the universe."

Qin Yuhe: "Excellent."

Old Master Qin: "Indeed."

After exchanging pleasantries as usual, the grandfather and grandson began to get down to business.

Old Master Qin: "The public banquet is the day after tomorrow, and Qin Hanxiao is in charge of all the logistics. You know your father; he's hopeless. Nine out of ten things he does fall apart. Getting him to do anything is like being under a 'mishap curse'—not a single thing goes smoothly."

"So I thought since you're back early, you could go check out the hotel where the banquet was held and see if there's anything that was overlooked and needs to be addressed."

Qin Yuhe said "okay".

His original plan was to go to the site tomorrow.

This was Song Xinya's first appearance in high society, and he took it very seriously.

Old Master Qin: "Have you sent invitations to the Song family?"

Qin Yuhe: "Sent."

This banquet was, to a large extent, a show for the snobbish and disrespectful members of the Song family.

Song Xinya's status in the Song family was so low that she wasn't even worthy of sitting at the table to eat.

The Song family held a family banquet, and Song Xinya was arranged to eat at the same table as the servants in a dark and cramped room.

As Song Xinya's biological father, Song Xuanli disliked her because she was fat and had a bad image, and felt embarrassed to take her out.

Her stepmother, Li Cuirou, and stepsister, Zhang Yingying, called her "Piggy Hero" repeatedly and called her a fat pig to her face.

When it comes to marriage, the blind dates that these three people introduced to Song Xinya were either divorced men with two children from previous marriages or retired old men who were seventy years old and could be her grandfather.

In the Song family, Song Xinya was looked down upon and ridiculed by everyone.

Those people's memory of Song Xinya was still that of a 180-pound fat woman.

When they learned that Song Xinya had gotten married, they all said that she had married a young, inexperienced man.

When the Qin family sent out invitations to the Song family, the Song family was overjoyed. Previously, the Qin family had never sent invitations to any of their events, so this sudden invitation surprised everyone.

Qin Yuhe has taken a liking to Zhang Yingying and wants to marry her to make her the young mistress of the Qin family.

Qin Yuhe: "I will have my assistant double-check tomorrow to confirm how many members of the Song family will be attending."

Ideally, all members of the Song family should come.

Old Master Qin: "You've always been meticulous in your work, so I'm not worried. It's getting late, you should go and rest."

The old man's deep voice earnestly advised Qin Yuhe: "The best feng shui for a family is to treat one's wife well. Only when the husband has the intention to protect his wife will the wife have the affection to care for the family. Couples should understand, tolerate, and communicate more with each other."

When Qin Hanxiao and Jiang Yaoxue divorced, the family fell apart, resulting in Qin Yuhe and Qin Yuyan lacking maternal and paternal love. The two grew up like orphans, which has always been a pain in the heart of the old man Qin. Now, the old man hopes that his grandchildren's marriages can be happy and fulfilling.

Qin Yuhe returned to the bedroom and saw that on the bed, Song Xinya had one leg under the covers and the other leg sticking out.

Her long legs were muscular and slender, straight and glossy white under the light.

Even after falling asleep, he's still so restless.

Qin Yuhe walked over, took her calf in his hand, put it under the covers, and tucked the corner of the blanket around her.

After washing up and coming out of the bathroom, Qin Yuhe saw Song Xinya lying on the other side of the bed.

He picked up the air conditioner remote and lowered the temperature from 22°C to 15°C.

He lifted the covers and lay down, silently counting in his mind: ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.

Song Xinya rolled from the bedside into his arms.

Qin Yuhe reached out and hugged her.

During his week-long business trip to Shanghai, she sent him suggestive photos every night. He was constantly on edge, feeling like he was being tossed around in a frying pan, and he couldn't sleep well every night.

I have to work non-stop during the day, it's quite tiring.

When he got back, he originally wanted to spend some quality time with her, but when he got home, he found that she had gone to a bar to drink and was surrounded by a group of shirtless male models, looking at other men's abs, interacting with other men, and having a great time.

He carried her on his back, went into the woods, and made a huge ruckus, treating the robot vacuum cleaner like a big black rat.

It was a chaotic night.

This was the most chaotic night Qin Yuhe had ever experienced in his life.

Now the two of them were lying in bed together. He held her tightly, feeling her warm body temperature, smooth skin, and soft curves. That uneasy feeling of uncertainty had lessened considerably.

Soon, Qin Yuhe also fell asleep.

.........

Song Xinya woke up at 10 a.m. the next day.

She glanced at the time on her phone and sat bolt upright in bed: "Oh no, I'm going to be late for work!"

She yanked the blanket off, exposing her beautiful body.

Qin Yuhe stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, one hand in his pocket, casually observing her flustered state: "It's Saturday today."

Song Xinya seemed to suddenly wake up from a dream, remembering: "Oh, right."

She pulled the blanket over herself again and lay back down.

A moment later, she lifted her head from under the covers and looked at the man in front of the French windows: "Why didn't you remind me sooner?"

Qin Yuhe: "Was I too late in reminding you?"

Why isn't it late? The blankets have already been pulled off; the next second, she'll be rushing out of bed naked.

Song Xinya even suspected that he deliberately waited for her to lift the blanket before reminding her.

After lying down for a while, she sat up in bed, ready to get up.

As she put on her bra, she supported her breasts with her hands and placed them into the cups. Suddenly, her red lips and delicate eyebrows furrowed together.

She looked at him with teary eyes: "What did you do to me? Why does it hurt so much?"

Qin Yuhe glanced at her with his dark eyes, and said with his thin, moist, crimson lips, "I didn't smoke."

Song Xinya stared at him intently, seemingly not quite believing his words.

Qin Yuhe: "I really didn't smoke last night."

Before he could even confront her, she was already questioning him.

He strode towards her, his tall and imposing figure casting a shadow over her head, looking down at her with an extremely intimidating presence.

"Mrs. Qin, would you like me to help you recall what you did when you were drunk?"