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

At 8 p.m., Song Xinya stood in front of the mirror after taking a shower.

Her silky hair was still dripping with water, and glistening droplets flowed down her body's curves.

Her skin, flushed by the heat, was fair with a hint of pink, as soft and fresh as cherry blossoms.

She took out the ointment for reducing swelling and relieving pain that she had bought at the hospital during the day, and gently applied it to her chest in circles with her fingertips.

She only bumped into him once, but it hurt her for a whole day and night.

Is his body some kind of impenetrable fortress? It's so hard! It could be used as a torture device!

After Song Xinya finished applying the makeup, she turned around.

Two distinct red blushes clung to her pert buttocks.

It hasn't gone away after a whole day.

If she could beat him, she would have brandished her little leather whip high and low, letting him taste the "bamboo shoots stir-fried with pork" flavor.

While accusing Qin Yuhe of being a devil, Song Xinya applied medicine to the two red bumps on her buttocks.

Qin Yuhe has been staying at the hotel all day and hasn't returned yet.

The upper class has its own circles, which are further divided into different classes based on power and status.

In the past, prestigious families like the Qin family, at the very top of the pyramid, would only invite the most distinguished and powerful members of the first two tiers of the pyramid to their banquets.

The banquet in which Song Xinya appeared as the main character was attended by the Qin family, who invited all the families at the top of the pyramid.

Those who normally couldn't even see a member of the Qin family now had tickets to attend the Qin family banquet.

High-society banquets are never just about eating and drinking; they are a means to build connections, expand social circles, and promote business collaborations.

The moment the Qin family sent out their invitations, the entire upper-class social circle in Beijing was thrown into turmoil.

They all fantasized about getting in touch with the Qin family and cooperating, hoping to elevate their status and position to a higher level.

Everyone in Beijing's elite circle was so excited about attending this banquet that they couldn't sleep at night.

This was an unprecedented, grand and solemn banquet.

From the placement of desserts to the presence of a security team comprised of retired special forces soldiers lying in wait, everything was done to ensure the safety of everyone on site.

Because Qin Yuhe attached great importance to this banquet, which featured Song Xinya as the main character, he personally reviewed and inspected everything related to the banquet, big and small.

Everything else was put aside, and Qin Yuhe spent the entire day busy with the banquet preparations.

Knowing that Qin Yuhe wouldn't be back anytime soon, Song Xinya didn't hold back. She cursed him while applying the medicine, while getting dressed, and even when she opened the bathroom door.

"Devil, Great Demon King, Tyrant!"

"So much energy, an inexhaustible bull's strength! He must have been the Bull Demon King in his past life!"

Looking up, Song Xinya saw Qin Yuhe standing at the door.

"Mrs. Qin, who are you cursing?"

Song Xinya: "I'm cursing my younger brother, Xiao Ye."

Qin Yuhe: "Really?"

Song Xinya dared not look directly into his all-seeing eyes. She walked around him, jumped onto the bed, snuggled under the covers, picked up a book, and pretended to read it very seriously.

Qin Yuhe turned around, walked towards her, glanced at the book in her hand, and asked, "Is it good?"

Song Xinya said eloquently, "It's a great book. It's very captivating. I think it's very insightful and thought-provoking. I'm completely engrossed in it."

Qin Yuhe smiled lazily, then tapped the center of the book with his finger: "You're holding the book upside down, little sister."

Song Xinya: "..."

So embarrassing!

Qin Yuhe looked at her blushing face, then slowly stood up and went into the bathroom to wash up.

After he finished washing up, he came out and saw her lying on the edge of the bed, her eyes closed, fast asleep.

Qin Yuhe lifted the covers and lay down, turning to face her, his warm masculine scent wafting over her.

"Mrs. Qin?"

No one answered.

Qin Yuhe picked up the air conditioner remote and set the temperature to 15℃.

Her body, which had been lying straight, curled up into a shrimp-like shape.

She mumbled from her red lips, "Cold."

Qin Yuhe: "Why aren't you pretending to be asleep anymore?"

Song Xinya: "Cold."

He stretched out his arm to her: "Come here if you're cold, sleep in my arms."

She rolled into his arms.

Her slender, graceful body has a smooth, silky feel.

The sweet and delicate fragrance permeated his lungs.

Her soft, moist lips pressed against his chest, the touch gentle and distinct.

Her breath, warm and moist, seeped through the thin fabric of her pajamas and clung to his skin.

In the dead of night, the man's breathing suddenly became heavy and labored.

As Song Xinya closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, she felt a burning, lingering sensation on her legs. His hand covered her thigh and moved toward her groin.

She understood all too well that this was his signal for his affection.

Qin Yuhe's deep voice echoed in the quiet room: "Is your period completely over?"

Song Xinya: Not yet.

A brief silence.

The man hummed in response, seemingly quite disappointed.

Song Xinya: "They'll probably be all gone by tomorrow."

The man hummed in agreement again, his tone much happier than before.

He looked down at her, his dark gaze landing directly on her lips.

Her rosy lips were moist and soft, and her slightly upturned lip peaks seemed to invite him to taste them.

Of course, this was all Qin Yuhe's imagination.

Song Xinya's lips are always slightly pouty.

At this moment, she had her eyes closed, looking gentle, soft, and submissive.

His Adam's apple rolled sharply and heavily.

For the first time, Qin Yuhe asked, "Ya Ya, how about we kiss?"

No one responded.

She fell asleep.

.........

The next day, on the evening of the following day, arrived.

In the most luxurious hotel in Beijing.

The area was frequented by the wealthy and powerful, and celebrities gathered there.

Beneath the gilded dome, the crystal chandeliers were magnificent and dazzling, illuminating the banquet hall as bright as day, and filling the air with the scents of champagne and fine perfumes.

Mr. and Mrs. Qin sat in the center of the banquet, receiving greetings from the guests in turn.

The guests, each holding a gift, lined up in a long queue.

Song Xuanli led Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying, standing at the end of the line.

Zhang Yingying looked around the hall, searching for that elegant and tall figure.

"Where's President Qin?"

Song Xuanli, being very perceptive, said, "Such important figures are definitely going to be the grand finale; they won't be allowed to see you easily."

Zhang Yingying glanced at the long queue ahead: "We arrived an hour early, but it's still too late."

Li Cuirou: "I've never attended such a grand and luxurious banquet before, I have no experience."

Song Xuanli glanced around and coughed, seemingly embarrassed.

Li Cuirou: "Master is very knowledgeable and must have attended many such grand and luxurious banquets."

Song Xuanli grunted in agreement, and to save face, he began to make up a story: "I have worked with President Qin, and we have a good relationship. We've even had tea together before."

Actually, he had been trying to curry favor with Qin Yuhe, wanting to cooperate with him, but was rejected five times and had never even entered Qin Yuhe's office.

Zhang Yingying kept looking around the hall, searching for Qin Yuhe.

At this moment, Qin Yuhe was by Song Xinya's side.

In the dressing room, a curtain slowly opened, revealing Song Xinya in a gorgeous dress standing under the dazzling lights.

The handcrafted, luxurious evening gown accentuated her slender and exquisite figure, exuding charm and elegance.

Her red dress was fiery, her skin was as white as snow, her makeup was elegant and flawless, and every strand of her hair was exquisitely styled.

As Qin Yuhe gazed at her, dressed in her finest attire, a flash of red light seemed to pass before his eyes, and he was momentarily lost in thought.

He walked towards her, and with each step he took, a vibrant red flashed beneath his feet.

He wore a pair of black leather shoes with red soles today.

It was the first time he had ever worn black leather shoes with red soles.

Song Xinya didn't ask him to dress like this; he dressed like this specifically to match her red evening gown.

Song Xinya stood on a circular platform and stepped down.

Qin Yuhe strode towards her, took her hand, and helped her down.

Song Xinya gazed at him, her bright and charming cheeks flushed with a faint blush, her clear and bright eyes sparkling like the sunset.

"Mr. Qin, do I look good dressed like this?"

Qin Yuhe looked at her, his gaze lingering on her lips.

The desire that arose last night has yet to be satisfied.

His mind was filled with her jelly-like lips, which he had never tasted before.

He placed his hand on the back of her head, bent down, lowered his head, and looked at her eye to eye.

His handsome and alluring features were magnified in her eyes, his hot breath sprayed on her face, and his domineering aura was aggressive.

"Miss Song Xinya, I want to kiss you."

what?

Song Xinya: "I'm asking you, do I look good dressed like this?"

How did he end up thinking about kissing her?

Putting everything else aside, all he wanted to do right now was kiss her.

Let's kiss first and talk about it later.

Qin Yuhe: "What flavor of candy do you like?"

Song Xinya: "Strawberry flavor."

Qin Yuhe peeled open a strawberry candy and popped it into his mouth.

Song Xinya: "Weren't you feeding me candy?"

Qin Yuhe stared at her with his deep black eyes: "Yes, I'll feed you."

He turned his head away.

His high, straight nose brushed against her cheek.

His thin lips covered hers.

He cupped the back of her head with his palm.

gentle.

Absolute control.

She could not back down in the slightest.

He kissed her directly and forcefully.

He transferred the strawberry candy from his mouth to hers, feeding it to her.