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

The blunt words made Song Xinya's heart skip a beat.

She gripped his white shirt tightly with both hands, creating wrinkles in the fabric.

Her thick, fluffy eyelashes drooped shyly, and she murmured with her red lips, "Then I have to go home."

Qin Yuhe's hand, which was gripping the back of her neck, stroked her exposed shoulder, the palm smooth and delicate to the touch. It continued to move downwards, brushing against her slender waist and moving towards her full buttocks.

His burning hand slipped inside the slit of her skirt at the thigh, hooking the edge of the lace and slipping inside.

"Can't we do it here?"

He has extremely dexterous hands and can play various musical instruments such as the piano, guitar, and violin.

Not only can it easily pluck the strings, but it can also effortlessly quicken a woman's heartbeat.

Song Xinya's face flushed, and she bit her lower lip tightly with her white teeth, trying not to make any shameful sounds, as she nervously looked towards the side hall entrance.

"No...no, the door...the door isn't locked, someone could come in at any time."

Qin Yuhe smiled suavely: "Does Madam mean that locking the door is enough?"

Song Xinya looked up at him reproachfully, her eyes sparkling with allure: "I... that's not what I meant."

The hotel's soundproofing wasn't very good; from the lobby just outside the wall, where guests hadn't left yet, all sorts of noises drifted in.

Song Xinya clearly heard her assistant's voice ask, "Where did President Qin and Miss Song go?"

"I don't know, let's go to the side hall and see if they're there."

She pushed him frantically, trying to stand up.

Qin Yuhe held her soft waist with one hand, while the other hand continued its movements.

The soft, smooth red silk fabric accentuated the curve of the man's hand.

The footsteps outside the door drew closer, their sound like drumbeats on a beat, clear and distinct, approaching the side hall entrance.

Song Xinya's heart was pounding, and it beat faster and faster.

The moment the footsteps stopped at the doorway of the side hall, she buried her face in his chest like an ostrich.

There was a knock on the door three times, and the assistant stood in the doorway and said, "Mr. Qin, are you inside?"

Qin Yuhe naturally wouldn't answer him.

Song Xinya bit her lip, not daring to make a sound.

The door was knocked three more times, then three more times.

Someone remarked, "President Qin is not in the side hall."

The assistant replied, "He's probably not here."

Another person said, "There's a cake in the side hall. We just finished our main meal, so let's go have some dessert."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed the door open with both hands.

The three men stared at the side hall, speechless with astonishment.

"President Qin!"

Qin Yuhe stood with his back to the door, his tall and imposing figure holding an alcohol wipe, wiping his fingers.

Song Xinya sat on the sofa, facing him, but was completely blocked by his body.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the men's ring on his finger, its surface gleaming.

He moved slowly and methodically, using the wet wipe in his hand to carefully wipe the index, middle, and ring fingers of his other hand from the base to the tip.

He didn't turn around, his cold voice addressing the three people at the door: "What is it?"

The assistant, still reeling from the surprise, asked, "Mr. Qin, what are you doing in the side hall?"

Qin Yuhe: "I was just about to have some delicious snacks when you interrupted me."

The assistant looked embarrassed: "President Qin, I really didn't mean to cause trouble. I have something important to report to you."

"Mr. Song, Miss Song's father has been pestering me, saying he misses his daughter dearly and wants to see her."

Longing for his daughter?

Song Xinya gave a cold laugh.

She was still a minor when she left the Song family. She lived in a dilapidated tenement building with Song Tingye. They went to school during the day and washed dishes at night, living a life where they didn't know where their next meal would come from. Why didn't her father ever come to see them, her brother and sister, even once?

If it weren't for Song Xinya's ability to endure hardship and her resilience, she and her brother would have starved to death long ago.

Now that she has married into the Qin family and become the respected young mistress of the Qin family, her father immediately came forward to claim kinship.

It really proves that saying—

No one asks the poor in the downtown area, and the rich has distant relatives in the mountains.

Money is a mirror that reveals true character, and also a measure of conscience. Poverty reveals human nature, while wealth reveals the true nature of people. Wealth can cover up a hundred uglinesses, while poverty can destroy everything.

Qin Yuhe looked at Song Xinya, but did not answer for her whether to go or not.

He hasn't experienced the pain she went through, so how can he make decisions for her?

He asked her, "Do you want to see him? If you do, I'll go with you. If you don't, I'll make him leave."

Song Xinya uttered two words: "I won't see you."

Qin Yuhe issued an order to the people behind him: "Expel Song Xuanli and the other two from the Qin family."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Song Xuanli, Li Cuirou, and Zhang Yingying were kicked out.

Song Xinya stood on the second-floor corridor, looking down at the first-floor lobby, enjoying the sight of the three of them being kicked out in such a disheveled state.

Song Xuanli looked up and saw her. He tried to call out to her, but a security guard covered his mouth and dragged him away like a mangy dog.

Qin Yuhe stood beside Song Xinya, patted her head, and asked, "Are you happy now?"

Song Xinya nestled in his arms, her slender arms wrapped around his waist: "That felt great."

Qin Yuhe rested his chin on the top of her head and asked, "Are you going to work tomorrow?"

Song Xinya: "Yeah, tomorrow's Monday."

Qin Yuhe: "I need to discuss something with you."

Song Xinya: "What?"

Qin Yuhe: "Take two days off, I want to have some fun."

Song Xinya: "..."

While others take leave to visit relatives or see a doctor, she is different.

She took time off to do it! Love!

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