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

Zhao Yinian's heart clenched with pain, and through tears, she typed three words: [No objection]

Qin Yuhe put his phone back on the bedside table and put his arm under the covers.

His arms held Song Xinya's slender figure firmly in his embrace.

A woman's body is soft, a softness that carries warmth and suppleness.

It feels incredibly nice to the touch!

Qin Yuhe looked down at the woman in his arms and saw that her eyes were closed, so he figured she must be asleep.

His large hands then became unrestrained, roaming over her thighs and buttocks.

"No..." A soft, weak voice came from his chest. She twisted her body, trying to avoid his restless, hot hands.

"Mr. Qin, go to sleep."

Qin Yuhe withdrew his hand with a slight embarrassment: "Well, I was just about to go to sleep."

He asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Song Xinya was still worried: "Did I get the leave approved?"

Qin Yuhe smiled nonchalantly: "There's nothing in this world that I can't do."

Song Xinya nestled softly and charmingly in his arms, her pert nose brushing against his chest, a smile playing on her lips.

Once she got the leave approved, her worries were relieved, and she quickly fell asleep.

Sleep in seconds.

Qin Yuhe reached out to turn off the light, but his hand turned and picked up the phone from the bedside table again.

He unlocked her phone and opened WeChat again.

His dark eyes stared intently at her only contact on the top of her chat list—Song Tingye.

Tap the icon to unpin the item.

Then pin his WeChat account to the top.

He became her only pinned contact.

Qin Yuhe smiled with satisfaction as he looked at his WeChat account displayed prominently above all others.

He put his phone back with a contented air.

He hugged Song Xinya tightly, feeling relaxed and happy.

The woman's warm, soft fragrance lingered around my nose, a delicate and gentle scent.

Hearing her soft, gentle breathing, Qin Yuhe's sleep switch was activated, and he easily fell asleep.

They stayed up all night, and the two of them slept for a whole day.

Qin Yuhe woke up at 7 p.m.

He slept very well after a night of relaxation, and felt cheerful and refreshed when he woke up.

Song Xinya was still asleep, her swollen lips parted, her breath coming out long and drawn-out, revealing that she was extremely tired and needed to catch up on sleep.

Qin Yuhe was getting ready to get up, but knowing she wouldn't be able to get up anytime soon, he put her on the bed.

After he finished washing up, he was about to walk out of the bedroom when he turned around and walked towards the double bed.

With his tall frame bent down, Qin Yuhe sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at the person on the bed.

His gaze was like spider silk, sticky and lingering, tracing her face inch by inch.

From delicate eyebrows, thick, curly eyelashes, and a refined nose to rosy, alluring lips.

He leaned closer to her and kissed her lips.

Gentle, fleeting, devoid of any lust.

I just wanted to kiss her, so I did.

Her thin, crimson lips lifted from her full lips, Qin Yuhe reached out and scratched her nose, then stood up and walked out of the bedroom.

.........

On the first floor, Song Tingye was sitting and eating dinner, having hot pot all by himself.

In front of him were sixty plates of top-grade M12 Wagyu beef, air-freighted from Australia.

Each slice of beef is a beautiful mix of red and white, with fat evenly distributed throughout the muscle fibers, creating a marble-like texture.

This beef is tender and juicy, with a firm texture and a rich, oily aroma.

The hot pot was bubbling and steaming, releasing plumes of smoke and aroma.

The entire hall was filled with the aroma of spicy beef tallow hot pot.

As Song Tingye picked up a piece of marbled beef with his chopsticks and dipped it into the pot, he looked up and, through the swirling steam, saw Qin Yuhe slowly walking down the stairs.

"Brother-in-law, get up."

Qin Yuhe grunted in agreement and walked over.

Song Tingye looked closely at Qin Yuhe and sensed that her brother-in-law was acting a little differently today.

He couldn't quite put his finger on what exactly was different.

He asked, "Brother-in-law, where's my sister? Is she still sleeping?"

Qin Yuhe: "He's still not awake."

Song Tingye: "I knew it would be like this. Whenever you're home, my sister gets really sleepy."

His clear eyes held a question as he asked, "Why is that?"

Qin Yuhe, of course, did not answer him.

He picked up a bottle of soda and gestured towards the spicy hot pot: "Your beef is overcooked."

"Don't overcook it, I like it tender," Song Tingye hurriedly reached into the pot with his chopsticks to scoop it out.

After scooping all the beef into a bowl, Song Tingye asked, "Brother-in-law, come and eat hot pot with me. It's so lonely eating hot pot alone. I feel like I can't eat anything by myself."

Qin Yuhe glanced at the tall stack of empty plates beside him: "Were these twenty plates of beef fed to the dogs?"

Song Tingye: "Woof woof."

Qin Yuhe declined Song Tingye's invitation to have hot pot together, turning and walking away: "I don't like spicy food."

Song Tingye: "My sister especially loves spicy food. She once said that food is the most important thing for people, and it is especially important for a couple to be able to eat together. She must find a husband who can eat spicy food with her."

Qin Yuhe turned around: "It's not that I can't eat spicy food."

Song Tingye: "Brother-in-law, don't force yourself if you don't like it."

Qin Yuhe picked up his chopsticks, took a slice of marbled beef, and put it into the spicy soup: "No pressure."

The marbled beef was scooped out of the pot, a thin slice soaked in the spicy broth and coated with crushed chili powder.

Qin Yuhe glanced at it, closed his eyes briefly, and put it in his mouth.

The spicy flavor hits you right in the head.

Qin Yuhe felt as if his skull was about to be ripped off.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he forced a calm expression and asked Song Tingye, "Having eaten such spicy food, have you considered how you'll feel the next day?"

Song Tingye: "Hot pot is great today, but toilet crematorium tomorrow. Your butt will turn into a volcano, and you'll keep having to crawl into the toilet."

"Even applying ice to my anus can't stop that burning, stinging pain."

Qin Yuhe: "Then why are you still eating?"

Song Tingye: "Let's satisfy our appetites first."

Qin Yuhe stared at the bright red broth filled with chili peppers, gritted his teeth, and ate the spicy hot pot while drinking ice water.

I forced myself to finish the plate of marbled beef.

My lips trembled slightly from the spiciness.

He picked up a napkin and gracefully wiped his mouth: "I'm full."

Song Tingye: "Brother-in-law, you haven't eaten all day, why are you eating so little?"

Qin Yuhe: "I have a small appetite."

Qin Yuhe placed the napkin on the table, stood up, and said to Song Tingye, "Remember to tell your sister that I like spicy food."

Song Tingye wanted to say, "You don't seem to like eating much."

Qin Yuhe: "I'm going to give you a limited edition Ultraman figurine that will take up an entire wall."

Song Tingye: "When my sister woke up, the first thing I said to her was, 'Brother-in-law, you especially like spicy food.'"

Qin Yuhe: "A promising young man."

A maid ran over to report, "Mr. Qin, we have guests at home."

Qin Yuhe could roughly guess who had arrived. He stood leisurely, one hand in his pocket, slowly sipping his soda water.

Heavy footsteps approached and stopped at the living room doorway.

Qin Yuhe looked up and said, "It really is you."

Fu Xiaochen walked in: "I'll be frank, I'm here to pick up my car, the Bugatti La Voiture Noire, the Black Goddess."

Qin Yuhe was never a stingy person, and the kissing technique that Fu Xiaochen taught him yesterday was indeed very effective.

He could sense that when he used those techniques to kiss Song Xinya, she really enjoyed it; she was trembling with pleasure.

A beautiful woman's happiness is worth a thousand pieces of gold.

Qin Yuhe: "It's just a car, you can have it."

He walked toward the study to get the key.

Fu Xiaochen followed him into the study.

As Qin Yuhe opened the cabinet to get his car keys, Fu Xiaochen's gaze swept over him several times before he smiled meaningfully.

Qin Yuhe: "What's wrong?"

Fu Xiaochen: "Your face screams: I had a fantastic sex life last night."

Qin Yuhe: "No wonder you're an experienced driver, you can even tell that."

Fu Xiaochen: "The words 'spirited and vigorous' are practically overflowing from your eyebrows and eyes."

Qin Yuhe scrutinized his face: "You don't look anything special. Are you getting old and your strength is failing you? Did you have a particularly unhappy night last night?"

Fu Xiaochen: "You'd die if you didn't insult me ​​for a day, wouldn't you?"

Qin Yuhe: "I could suffocate."

Fu Xiaochen: "I get a headache just looking at you."

Qin Yuhe: "Amputation below the head is fine."

Fu Xiaochen glared at the other man, grabbed the car keys from his hand, and walked out.

Song Tingye was still eating hot pot with sliced ​​beef when he interjected, "Brother-in-law, were you guys just talking about the Bugatti Black Night Spirit?"

Fu Xiaochen thought he had met a like-minded car enthusiast and asked, "Do you know anything about this car?"

Song Tingye: "My sister really likes this car. She said it's her dream car."

Fu Xiaochen suddenly felt a chill in his hand; Qin Yuhe had taken his car keys.

Qin Yuhe: "I won't give you this car; I'm planning to give it to my wife."