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

Song Xinya trembled.

His lips were thin, but they felt very soft to kiss.

Her heart was beating fast.

Unexpected, bewildered, surprised, shy, and the moment his lips pressed against hers, she was immediately captivated.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became lively.

The air was stuck together, as if it had stopped circulating.

She was too inexperienced when it came to kissing and didn't know how to respond.

Fortunately, Qin Yuhe had his own rhythm, kissing her lips again and again.

The force alternates between light and heavy, gentle and fierce.

20 seconds of lightness, 40 seconds of heaviness.

A gentle tide slid slowly across her lips, followed by a fierce wave that crushed and ravaged them.

Song Xinya's strength was quickly drained, leaving her feeling limp and weak.

If Qin Yuhe hadn't been holding the back of her head with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her waist, she would have already slid to the ground.

Unable to regulate her breathing, she soon felt suffocated and couldn't breathe.

Suddenly, her lower lip was bitten hard by his teeth. She whimpered and her lips parted slightly in pain.

The hot air rushed into her mouth.

His tongue also barged in.

And the strawberry-flavored hard candy that was brought in by his nimble tongue.

The first taste is a light sweetness, like biting into a freshly picked strawberry. It's not cloying or cloying, but rather sweet with a hint of tartness that melts on the tongue.

It starts with a refreshing fruity scent, followed by a soft milky aroma. With a gentle sip, she tastes his intense masculine scent, which makes her heart flutter uncontrollably.

He found the strawberry candy she was talking about after searching around.

The strawberry candy was lured away by his tongue and then transferred back to her lips.

A piece of candy rolled back and forth between their lips and teeth.

I don't know how long we kissed, but the size of a strawberry candy shrank by half during the back-and-forth pushing and hooking.

The lips rubbed together repeatedly, the tongue gently yet forcefully entwining itself.

Song Xinya was panting heavily.

Her soft, white hands supported her between the two of them, her palms pressed against his chest.

The feeling of suffocation grew stronger and stronger.

She struggled to push him away.

He didn't move an inch.

Her strength was like a drop in the ocean to him, an ant trying to shake a tree, or a kitten scratching an itch.

You can't move him at all.

His burning palm still held firmly behind her head, kissing her domineeringly and forcefully.

Fluid exchange.

She was nervous, excited, and her heart was pounding; her fingers were trembling with excitement.

Her consciousness was hazy, countless tiny fireworks exploded in her mind, burning away her clarity, and she was on the verge of fainting.

She felt like he was going to kiss her to death!

A knocking sounded suddenly, followed by Song Tingye's voice: "Sister, brother-in-law, Grandpa Qin and Grandma Qin asked me to call you out."

Qin Yuhe gradually stopped kissing, and chewed the remaining half of the strawberry candy with his teeth. With a crisp sound, the candy was bitten in half.

Half of it went into her mouth, and half remained in his lips.

His thin lips pressed quietly against hers.

Song Xinya's cheeks were flushed, and she was panting heavily.

Qin Yuhe remained calm and composed, his breathing even.

Comparing the two, she couldn't help but admire him. He was so amazing.

Even something as simple as kissing was planned and executed with such precision.

Two pairs of bright eyes drew near, and she lowered her eyelashes from time to time, too shy to look him in the eye for long.

He stared intently at her, his eyes still burning with a fierce passion, admiring the alluring, shy charm in her gaze.

Outside the door, Song Tingye knocked again: "Sister, are you in there?"

Song Xinya's breathing was so disordered that it would give her away if she opened her mouth.

Qin Yuhe answered for her: "Yes, she's still putting on makeup, it will take some more time."

Song Tingye: "What kind of makeup is this? It took so long."

He urged, "Sis, hurry up! What time is it? There's no time to dawdle. Let's finish this quickly."

Qin Yuhe said in a deep voice, "You can't rush a woman when she's putting on makeup, little brother. Don't you know this basic common sense?"

Song Tingye scratched his face: "There's such a saying? I didn't know that."

Qin Yuhe: "Now that you know, you can leave."

Song Tingye: "Okay, then."

The footsteps outside the door gradually faded into the distance.

At this moment, Qin Yuhe's forehead was still pressed against Song Xinya's forehead.

He slowly straightened up, his hand still around her waist, supporting her.

Song Xinya leaned softly against him, breathing heavily.

Only then did she dare to breathe deeply.

Just now, their foreheads were touching, so close that their breaths carried each other's scent. She even breathed very softly.

She was too nervous.

This was the first time, in a real sense, that she kissed a man.

How could she not be nervous?

A year ago at the hotel, she and that unknown man shared a light, fleeting kiss.

Seeing that she was too nervous, the man kissed her lips briefly, then pulled away; it was more of a comforting gesture than a kiss.

The last experience was completely different from this one.

She thought that from now on, whenever she sees strawberries, she will remember this kiss from today.

Qin Yuhe placed his hand on Song Xinya's back, gently patting her back to help her catch her breath.

Gradually, her breathing became steady.

Qin Yuhe held her shoulders and helped her stand up straight.

He helped her straighten her evening gown, smoothing out the wrinkles with his palms.

Song Xinya looked at him with moist eyes and asked in a soft, seductive voice, "Why did you kiss me just now?"

Qin Yuhe raised his eyelids to look at her: "Can't a husband and wife kiss?"

Song Xinya: "...Okay..."

What she wanted to ask was, why did he suddenly kiss her today when he had never kissed her before?

Qin Yuhe: "When you sent me that picture of yourself wearing lipstick, wasn't it just so you'd make me kiss you?"

Song Xinya's face turned even redder: "I just wanted to show you the lipstick shade."

Qin Yuhe straightened her evening gown, stood up, looked at her, and said, "I couldn't help wanting to kiss you, Mrs. Qin."

Song Xinya's face turned even redder, and she smiled with the corners of her lips curled up.

Qin Yuhe asked, "Can we go out now?"

Song Xinya nodded and hummed in agreement, her gaze sweeping across his face as she looked up.

Qin Yuhe walked forward, but she grabbed his arm.

He turned his head to glance at her, scrutinizing her as he waited for her to speak.

Song Xinya looked up at him and pointed to the corner of her lips: "You have lipstick on this spot."

Qin Yuhe bent down: "You wipe it for me."

Song Xinya used a wet wipe to clean him little by little.

She asked him, "Do I need to touch up my lipstick?"

Qin Yuhe: "No need. Your lips are red and swollen from my kisses, they look better than lipstick."

Song Xinya: "..."

Qin Yuhe stretched out his arm toward her.

Song Xinya raised her hand to hold his arm, placing her palm on his forearm and tightening her fingers slightly.

The two of them walked together out of the dressing room.

The moment the dressing room door opened, a cacophony of sounds—gifts, conversations, toasts, and the clinking of glasses—rushed in like a tidal wave from the first floor.

It’s not lively.

Qin Yuhe was used to such grand occasions.

Song Xinya, on the other hand, was inevitably nervous as it was her first time attending such a grand event.

She tightened her grip on his forearm.

Qin Yuhe's long eyelashes drooped down, brushing against her curled fingers, the knuckles glistening white from the force.

He leaned down towards her, his lips close to her ear, and whispered, "Did you feel good when I kissed you just now?"

The teasing words, the direct questions, and the sudden tingling sensation in her ears abruptly interrupted Song Xinya's anxious and nervous emotions.

"It's... alright, I guess..."

"good?"

Qin Yuhe lowered his eyebrows, making his double eyelids even deeper and clearer. The light and shadow shone into his eyes, making his pupils even more deep and dark, charming and alluring.

He said to her, "Since you think my kissing skills are just so-so, you can practice with me more often and kiss me more. The more you kiss me, the better my kissing skills will become."

"Let's kiss again tonight when we get home and into bed."

"Don't get me wrong, I don't want to kiss you, I just want to improve my kissing skills."

Song Xinya's ears burned with embarrassment.

How could this person be like this? She's not a three-year-old child; she won't believe any of his nonsense.

She glared at him fiercely, her eyes filled with a coquettish reproach.

Qin Yuhe looked at her and smiled, a gentle smile with a hint of wanton wickedness.

His gaze swept over the hand that was covering his forearm again; the curled fingers had loosened and were now naturally extended.

His gaze lifted, the lips that had been close to her ear moved away, and he straightened up: "Not nervous anymore?"

Song Xinya suddenly realized that he had been walking along normally, but suddenly leaned down and teased her to relax her and ease her excessive tension.

"Thank you, Mr. Qin."

Qin Yuhe: "You're welcome."

It really helped her relax.

He genuinely meant it when he said he wanted to kiss her more and improve his kissing skills.

.........

Lobby.

Finally, it was Song Xuanli, Li Cuirou, and Zhang Yingying's turn to present gifts to Grandpa Qin and Grandma Qin.

Having finally gotten the chance to attend the Qin family's banquet, in order to stand out among the many guests and win the opportunity to cooperate with the Qin family, Song Xuanli, as the head of the Song family, had previously stated that the gifts he would present to the Qin family must be valuable, with no upper limit on the amount of money involved.

Grandpa Qin and Grandma Qin sat in the center, while some guests who had already given gifts lingered around them, reluctant to leave.

Just to leave a deeper impression on them.

Song Xuanli naturally didn't have a good impression of these people who stood there and wouldn't leave, because they were business competitors.

He took out the carefully prepared congratulatory gift, looking as if he wanted to outshine everyone else, and handed it to Old Master Qin and Old Madam Qin with both hands.

"Mr. Qin, Mrs. Qin, it is a great honor to meet you both today. This is a gift from me to you both: an imperial green jade ruyi. I wish you both good fortune, peace and prosperity, and blessings that spread throughout the world."

This imperial green jade ruyi was purchased by him on a special trip to Sotheby's in Hong Kong. It is a priceless treasure, extremely rare and valuable, and there is only one of its kind in the world.

When Song Xuanli looked at the gifts from the others—such as cloisonné enamel vases from the Qianlong era, traditional Chinese paintings by famous artists, and jewelry from the Victorian period—none of them were as valuable as his gift.

The imperial green jade ruyi he gifted is worth 100 million yuan.

The moment the gift was presented, both Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying were utterly shocked.

Song Xuanli was usually very stingy. He would tell them every day to remember the bitter past and appreciate the sweet present, and that thrift and frugality were virtues.

Even if a single grain of rice fell on the ground, Song Xuanli would make them pick it up and eat it.

They call it "cherishing food, because farmers work hard to grow crops."

Zhang Yingying asked him for a pink Porsche sports car, and he said that as long as you have a car to drive, that's enough. Don't compare yourself to others. Vanity and materialism are a disease that needs to be cured.

They were all deeply shocked when Song Xuanli suddenly presented them with such an expensive gift.

It's clear that Song Xuanli sent this gift with a do-or-die determination.

If Song Xuanli can win the favor of Master Qin and Old Madam Qin, it will definitely be beneficial to the mother and daughter.

Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying stood beside Song Xuanli, all three of them holding their breath and staring intently at Old Master Qin and Old Madam Qin, anticipating their reaction.

Grandpa Qin and Grandma Qin remained seated with dignified composure, gesturing to the attendant beside them.

The two of them didn't even touch the imperial green jade ruyi before the gift was taken away by the waiter and placed among the pile of gifts behind them, instantly disappearing into the crowd.

A hundred million was given away, but it didn't even cause a ripple.

Song Xuanli, Li Cuirou, and Zhang Yingying stood there dumbfounded, forgetting even to utter the flattering words they had memorized so well.

Grandpa Qin and Grandma Qin waved to the waiter again, who understood and announced in a loud voice, "Please welcome the next guest."

Anyone with eyes can tell that this is an invitation to leave.

Song Xuanli, Li Cuirou, and Zhang Yingying slunk back, each with a sorrowful expression.

That's a hundred million!

One hundred million!

They could earn it back in fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty, or ninety years!

Song Xuanli's heart was bleeding incessantly!

Sadness flows like a river.

Li Cuirou: "The Qin family is so hard to please! They could throw a hundred million into the water and still get a splash, but Old Master Qin and Old Madam Qin wouldn't even glance at it!"

Zhang Yingying: "I originally wanted to take advantage of their happy mood to bring up the blind date I had with Qin Yuhe last time. I didn't get to see Qin Yuhe last time, so I wanted to go on another blind date with him."

The guests were seated according to their power and status. Song Xuanli, Li Cuirou, and Zhang Yingying were seated at the very back, directly opposite the door.

Every time someone came in, the door would be pushed open, and a gust of wind would blow all over their face and body.

Zhang Yingying was dressed in thin clothes, and goosebumps kept breaking out on her skin as she teetered on the brink of catching a cold.

She anxiously looked around the hall, searching for Qin Yuhe.

She wanted to create a chance encounter and strike up a conversation with Qin Yuhe.

Suddenly, a familiar figure came into her view.

The young man was handsome and upright, with slender yet not weak shoulders, and his limbs were graceful and agile, like a straight poplar tree.

The body wrapped in a bespoke suit is at the boundary between man and youth; it hasn't fully opened up yet, but it already exudes a certain sharpness.

Zhang Yingying: "Dad, Mom, look, isn't that Song Tingye?"

Li Cuirou: "It really is Song Tingye! What brings him here?"

Zhang Yingying: "He must have known that the Song family received an invitation from the Qin family, so he tried to ride on the Song family's coattails and come to the banquet to freeload!"

Song Xuanli: "This is utter nonsense! Does the Song family lack him for food or drink? How could he do something so shameful as to freeload like this!"

Actually, they really do lack money. Song Tingye was raised by Song Xinya, and Song Xuanli never gave him a single penny.

However, Song Xuanli himself would not think that he was wrong.

Song Xuanli: "I told him to stay with the Song family, but he insisted on going with Song Xinya. Now look what's happened! He's so poor he can't even afford food, he's resorting to this kind of freeloading. It's truly shameful!"

Li Cuirou covered her face and said, "Don't let Song Tingye see us. If he comes over and sits at our table, we'll all be embarrassed."

Zhang Yingying also covered her face and said, "How can Song Xinya be such a good older sister? She can't even manage her own figure and is as fat as a ball. And the younger brother she raised is just as shameless."

The three people covered their faces and looked Song Tingye up and down, fearing that Song Tingye would come looking for them.

But then they saw Song Tingye walk to the very front of the banquet hall and sit at the central table, which symbolized nobility and status.

Song Xuanli, Li Cuirou, and Zhang Yingying were dumbfounded.

Zhang Yingying: "How is that possible?"

Li Cuirou: "Why didn't anyone chase him away?"

Song Xuanli: "What's going on here?"

Suddenly, someone in the lobby shouted, "President Qin is here!"

The once bustling banquet hall fell silent instantly.

Everyone looked towards the second floor.

Under the magnificent and intricate crystal chandelier, on the luxurious and high-end spiral staircase, Qin Yuhe, dressed in a black suit, slowly walked down.

A woman in a red evening gown linked arms with him.

The woman's skin was as white as snow, and her red dress was as fiery as fire.

Her features were stunningly beautiful, her eyes captivating and alluring. The red skirt swayed gracefully with her elegant steps, making her resemble a blazing, radiant flame, dazzling beyond compare.

Qin Yuhe has never brought a female companion to a banquet.

This woman is the first.

Everyone was astonished and filled with curiosity about the woman's identity.

Zhang Yingying's eyes widened in fury: "It's that woman again! It's that woman again!"

Li Cuirou: "Why is she at this banquet too!"

Song Xuanli: "She's clearly not from the Beijing social circle; there's no one like her among the prominent families in Beijing's elite circles!"

The host's loud and clear voice echoed throughout the hall: "Let's welcome Mr. Qin Yuhe and Ms. Song Xinya with applause!"

Song, Song Xinya!!!

Zhang Yingying was terrified.

Li Cuirou was speechless.

Song Xuanli was dumbfounded.

Song, Song Xinya!!!

Is it her?

Is it the Song Xinya they know?

That can't be right...!