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

Qin Yuhe lay down to calm himself down.

Not just physical, but also psychological.

It's quite a blow to a man's pride to be rejected in this kind of situation.

Qin Yuhe kept telling himself that it was okay, that she was just in pain because her injury hadn't healed yet, which was why she didn't want to be with him.

Another thought kept creeping into her mind: she was unwilling because she didn't like doing it with him.

The woman next to him was breathing evenly, softly and deeply, sleeping soundly.

Qin Yuhe tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

He picked up his phone and posted a thread on Hupu, a forum frequented by straight men:

Why is the wife unwilling to have sex with her husband?

Perhaps it was the title that was too direct and the content that was too explosive that attracted the attention of the gossip-loving public.

The most liked comment was: [Bro, she doesn't love you.]

The second most liked comment was: "Your wife is cheating on you; you should remain chaste for your lover."

The third most liked comment was: "[You're terrible in bed. You never satisfy anyone, and no one gets any pleasure. Why should anyone want to sleep with you? As a man, you should reflect on yourself first when problems arise. You're worse than rotten mud in the ground, and you still have the nerve to ask why.]"

Besides the men's answers, one woman's answer also received a lot of likes—

[I absolutely, positively, absolutely hate having sex with my husband. I'm utterly disgusted. Every time he touches me, I feel nauseous, angry, incredibly angry. Just now, my husband asked me to have sex with him, and I couldn't refuse. In the dark, I was having sex with him while biting the blanket and crying. I'm so disgusted by him, so incredibly disgusted. Just mentioning this makes me unbearable. Give me a man for at least three seconds! I just can't take it anymore. I feel so disgusted having sex with my husband.]

Qin Yuhe frowned as he watched.

Many men also appeared in the comments section and said to him:

[Dude, you'll get used to it. My wife's the same way.]

[I've been married for twenty years, and haven't had marital relations for nineteen of them.]

[My wife is the same way. I've tried everything—I've bought her a vibrator, sexy lingerie, stockings, lubricant—but she still won't let me touch her. What should I do?]

Wait, blah blah.

Qin Yuhe originally came looking for answers, but instead of answers, he found a bunch of people in the same boat.

Are all women like this?

Are all men like this?

It turns out that people should watch something happy before going to bed. Watching depressing things will not only keep you awake, but also make you more likely to have nightmares.

Qin Yuhe had a sleepless night.

.........

In the morning, Song Xinya sat at the dining table, looked at Qin Yuhe across from her, and asked him with concern as her gaze swept under his eyes.

"Mr. Qin, did you not sleep well last night?"

Qin Yuhe tilted his head back and drank a large cup of coffee, saying, "I slept very well last night."

Song Xinya: "Then why is there a small dark patch under your eye?"

Qin Yuhe: "I never have dark circles under my eyes."

Looking at the dark circles under his eyes, Song Xinya said, "Maybe I'm blind."

The two of them didn't make a fuss last night and went to bed early. Logically, he should have had a good rest, but today he seems listless.

On the contrary, after the two of them worked together all night, he was full of energy the next day.

Song Xinya was a little confused. What exactly happened last night that made Qin Yuhe so exhausted?

After finishing his breakfast, Qin Yuhe gestured to the servant.

The servants started serving steamed buns to Qin Yuyan and Song Tingye.

Two children squatted by the wall, their eyes shining with hunger, reaching out to grab a steamed bun, looking just like prisoners in jail.

Holding the cornbread in her hand, tears streamed down her face.

At least the prisoners know how many years they've been sentenced to. They can't live on cornbread forever. Knowing their sentence and when they'll be released gives them something to look forward to.

Qin Yuhe stood up and walked out, but Song Tingye called out to him, "Brother-in-law, I want to ask, did you sentence me to life imprisonment or just three days?"

Qin Yuhe: "Seven days."

Song Tingye: "Only the second day, I felt so hungry that I was seeing stars. When I saw the willow tree in the yard, I wanted to peel off its bark and eat it."

After playing the victim, Song Tingye asked with a fawning and obsequious expression, "Brother-in-law, could you reduce our seven-day sentence to three days?"

Qin Yuyan pleaded cutely, "Please, brother."

Song Tingye mimicked her tone and tried to sound cute: "Please, brother-in-law."

Qin Yuhe glanced back at them: "If you ask one more time, your sentence will be increased by one year."

Song Tingye: "Brother-in-law, you're too cruel! We beg you, please add one more day to our sentence."

Qin Yuhe: "What I mean is, add one year to the sentence."

Song Tingye and Qin Yuyan stood there, their mouths agape.

.........

Qin Yuhe drove Song Xinya to work, and Song Xinya did not refuse.

Because Qin Yuhe suddenly appeared in her 500-person work group to protect her, the employees could all tell that their relationship was special.

If she insists that she has nothing to do with him, it's too fake.

The Rolls-Royce stopped at the Qin Group headquarters building, and Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe got out of the car together.

The two walked into the building together.

In the lobby, a woman in a white dress kept looking towards the door.

Upon seeing Qin Yuhe, she quickly ran towards the door.

Zhao Yinian had been waiting in the lobby for two hours, just to see Qin Yuhe.

In order to leave a deep impression on Qin Yuhe, she ran all the way in high heels to open the door for him.

Don't underestimate the seemingly simple act of pulling the door open; if she didn't rush, she wouldn't even get a turn.

Zhao Yinian ran to a spot one meter from the door, then suddenly stopped.

Because she saw Qin Yuhe take two quick steps to the door, push it open from the outside, stand gentlemanly to one side with his arm supporting the door, and Song Xinya walk in.

He was opening the door for Song Xinya.

Zhao Yinian stood there, watching Song Xinya walk past Qin Yuhe. Once Song Xinya was completely inside the hall, Qin Yuhe gently closed the door, afraid that the sound of the door closing would disturb Song Xinya.

Thoughtful to the point of being meticulous.

Zhao Yinian watched as Qin Yuhe and Song Xinya walked forward together. From beginning to end, his eyes were on Song Xinya, and he didn't look at her once.

She watched as Qin Yuhe and Song Xinya walked together toward the president's private elevator.

It's rush hour now, and a group of people are crowded at the elevator entrance, scrambling to squeeze into the elevator.

You press down on me, I push you, we're all crammed together. Someone was holding a steamed bun, but when they stepped out of the crowd, they found it had been squeezed into a pancake.

Zhao Yinian walked towards the elevator door and joined the queue to squeeze into the elevator. Turning her head, she saw Song Xinya gracefully walk into Qin Yuhe's private elevator.

When Song Xinya arrived at the company gate, she saw Chen Siyan's big smiling face.

"Teacher Song, you've finally arrived!"

Chen Siyan could finally say openly, "Long time no see, I've missed you terribly," since President Qin couldn't hear her anyway.

He handed a cup of milk tea to Song Xinya: "Milk tea goes perfectly with mornings. I'll treat you to a Cheese Strawberry Mango Peach Tea."

Song Xinya: "Is this tea somehow associated with the underworld? Its ingredients are so complicated."

Chen Siyan could chime in on anything: "That's right, a scoundrel in the milk tea world, known as a mixed-race."

As the two were chatting and laughing, Zhao Yinian walked in: "Manager Chen, have you prepared the client information for the clients I'm going to visit today? Eight clients, not one can be missing."

Chen Siyan: "Visiting eight clients a day, Mr. Zhao, are you risking your life to make money, and then using that money to support your life?"

Zhao Yinian glanced at Song Xinya and said sarcastically, "I sit at my workstation, not on the boss's lap. I earn money honestly through my own hard work, unlike those women who sit on the boss's lap with their legs spread wide and make money so quickly."

Chen Siyan: "Not just anyone can sit on the boss's lap. Mr. Zhao, you want to sit on Mr. Qin's lap, but Mr. Qin doesn't even look at you."

"You blame the latrine for not being able to poop, you complain about the bed for not being able to sleep, you pretend to be a candied fruit when you're bitter, and you envy the sweet orange when you're sour. Tell me, if you're not miserable, who is?"