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

"Song Xinya..."

Qin Yuhe's voice pulled Song Xinya back from her daze.

Her eyelashes fluttered like startled butterflies: "What is it?"

Qin Yuhe nodded his chin toward her hand: "The water from the cup spilled onto your hand."

Song Xinya looked down and saw that the cup was tilted to one side, with a thin stream of water flowing out, splashing onto her hand and spilling all over the table.

She picked up a tissue and wiped haphazardly.

She thought to herself, "Thank goodness he wasn't talking about spending the night with me."

I heard Qin Yuhe ask, "What are you so nervous about?"

Song Xinya: "I wasn't nervous."

"Really?" Qin Yuhe's voice held a hint of amusement. "Then why did you keep wiping my hands with tissues?"

Ah!

Song Xinya looked down and saw her wiping Qin Yuhe's hands with a tissue, while the puddle of water on the table remained untouched.

She suddenly raised her hand: "Sorry, I wiped the wrong place."

She was distracted and turned around, saying, "I'm going to the restroom."

Qin Yuhe's voice came from behind: "I'm planning to sleep here tonight."

Song Xinya closed her eyes; what was bound to happen had finally happened.

Before she even started doing anything, she felt her legs go weak.

She walked unsteadily toward the bathroom, and nearly bumped her head on the door when she reached it.

Even after spending thirty minutes in the restroom, Song Xinya's heart was still pounding.

The thought of lying naked under Qin Yuhe made her nervous.

The first time was because she had been drinking. Her reason was consumed by the alcohol, and a man pinned her down. He gently embraced her, kissed her, and caressed her. His technique was superb, and he aroused her desire. Driven by primal instincts, it was a natural thing, and they did it.

She is sober now as she has not been drinking.

Two conscious people who are not very familiar with each other are lying in bed. How do they do *that*?

Song Xinya felt that she couldn't quite handle it.

How about we have a drink?

Song Xinya pushed open the bathroom door and came out, looking up to see Qin Yuhe staring at her.

Her heart started pounding again: "Um, would you like some red wine?"

Qin Yuhe: "Do you have any at home?"

Song Xinya: "No, there's only one bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor)."

It was leftover from when I was cooking to remove the fishy smell and enhance the flavor of the dishes.

Qin Yuhe thought for a moment and replied seriously, "Tonight is not a good time to drink high-proof liquor. First, it will ruin the atmosphere, and second, if we get drunk, we won't be able to get things done."

Song Xinya replied, "Yes."

I've never seen a couple drink a glass of baijiu (Chinese liquor) before getting intimate.

Song Xinya walked towards the door: "I'm going to buy some red wine now."

Qin Yuhe called out to her, "No need, I brought it. It's in my car, and my assistant is downstairs. I'll have him bring it up."

.........

Downstairs, inside the Rolls-Royce.

The assistant kept looking towards the dimly lit stairwell: "What time is it? Why isn't President Qin back yet?"

Driver: "Don't worry, he won't be back tonight."

Assistant: "Mr. Qin just said that he only went upstairs to eat a bowl of noodles, and then came back to continue working at the company."

Driver: "I understand. Mr. Qin is about to contradict himself."

Assistant: "Impossible, who would contradict themselves for no reason?"

Driver: "Me."

Before each time he and his wife made love, he would tell her that he would only do it once. Not long after the first time, he would be on top of her again and tell her that he would do it again, really, he would do it again, he was not lying to her. After the second time, he would be on top of her again and start the passionate third time.

The assistant glanced sideways at the driver: "You are you, and President Qin is President Qin. Can you compare to President Qin? You can't control yourself, but President Qin can."

"President Qin has his own plans and always follows them strictly. Nothing is more important to him than work. Do you think he'd stay out all night?"

Driver: "Why is it impossible?"

The phone rang, and the assistant pressed the answer button. Qin Yuhe on the other end finished speaking and then hung up.

Driver: "Mr. Qin said he won't be back tonight?"

Assistant: "No, he asked me to take the red wine from the car upstairs."

The driver smiled slightly: "You think he'll come back after drinking red wine?"

Assistant: "Why not? How long does it take to drink a glass of red wine? It'll only take a minute, and then he can come downstairs."

Driver: "Have you never been in a relationship before?"

Assistant: "No, I prioritize my career and am not interested in dating. My career is more appealing than dating."

Driver: "Let's make another bet. I bet Mr. Qin won't be back tonight."

Assistant: "I bet he'll come back because he has work to do tonight according to the plan."

Driver: "The bet is ten thousand."

Assistant: "Let's gamble, who's afraid of who?"

.........

On the sixth floor, Song Xinya heard a knock on the door.

The door opened, and she took the wine from her assistant.

The assistant didn't leave; he peered into the room and saw Qin Yuhe sitting in a three-legged chair.

The dilapidated house, the peeling walls, the chair missing a leg, and the only thing blowing in the sweltering heat was an old fan. This was definitely the most run-down place Mr. Qin had ever been to.

If he can't stand it, how can President Qin stand it?

Assistant: "Mr. Qin, how much longer until you get back?"

Qin Yuhe: "I'm not going back tonight."

The assistant was thunderstruck!

The door closed, shutting out the assistant's utter shock.

As Song Xinya walked into the house, Song Tingye, who had just finished washing the dishes, came towards her.

"Sis, why are you carrying a bottle of red wine in the middle of the night?"

He walked over, glanced at the English words on the wine label, and immediately recognized it: "A bottle of Romanée-Conti for two hundred and fifty thousand dollars!"

"Two hundred and fifty thousand US dollars multiplied by seven equals 175 million RMB! My goodness, this wine is really expensive!"

Song Xinya suddenly felt a weight in her hands, as if she were holding a house in her arms.

No, the little shabby house she lives in costs less than 175 million.

Song Tingye grabbed the wine and looked at it with great interest: "I've never drunk such expensive red wine before. I have to try it today."

Song Xinya: "..."

Qin Yuhe: "..."

Song Xinya: "Minors are not allowed to drink alcohol."

Song Tingye: "The law doesn't stipulate this."

Song Xinya: "Your school has regulations."

Song Tingye: "I am not at school at this time."

With a pop, he pulled the cork out of the red wine.

The rich aroma of red wine bursts forth, mingled with the sweetness of black cherry and the subtle spiciness of cinnamon. The finish is soft and warm, bringing a perfect sense of languor as it wafts over the nose.

Song Tingye took a deep breath: "It smells amazing! I haven't even tasted it yet, but it already tastes incredible!"

In order to get rid of the dog as soon as possible, Song Xinya poured a little bit of water for Song Tingye.

Song Tingye stared at the tiny sip of red wine that barely covered the bottom of the glass: "Sister, are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?"

Song Xinya: "Drink if you want, otherwise go do your exam papers."

Song Tingye: "Great!"

He raised his hand and finished the last bit of red wine in his glass, smacked his lips, and said, "I'm like Pigsy eating ginseng fruit right now; before I can even taste it, it's already in my stomach."

"However, I'm worse off than Zhu Bajie. At least Zhu Bajie ate a whole ginseng fruit, while I only drank a bottle of Miu Miu red wine."

"At least I've had my fill of drinks," Song Tingye waved to Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe, then turned and walked towards his bedroom. "I'm aiming for Tsinghua or Peking University, so I'm not going to chat with you anymore. I'm going to do my exam."

With only Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe left in the living room, the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous and sticky.

Qin Yuhe began to unbutton his shirt, his fingertips slowly and deliberately tracing the collar of his shirt, exuding a languid sexiness.

Her neckline was open, revealing her fair and smooth skin, and her collarbone had sharp and clean lines.

He looked at her and asked, "Miss Song, would you like to have some red wine first or take a bath first?"

Song Xinya wasn't sure if the other person was being ulterior motives by inviting her to take a shower together.

Just thinking about that scene made her feel incredibly embarrassed; her face and neck turned bright red.

So you're doing it in the water the first time...?

This is so exciting!

She might not be able to handle it...