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

Qin Yuhe had never felt that the night was so long.

He was an adult, healthy man who had recently married, with his wife lying beside him.

She was only wearing a thin, silk nightgown.

The two people were lying very close together.

Qin Yuhe wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that her body smelled especially good today.

The woman's fragrance was lingering and warm, like sparks that ignited and struck Qin Yuhe's body, intensifying the desire coursing through his blood.

He heard her breathing, soft, slow, long, and serene.

She fell asleep.

Clearly, he was the only one who couldn't sleep because he was burning with desire.

She was still awake when he got into bed.

She fell asleep less than five minutes after he lay down in bed.

He lay beside her, and she had no idea what to do with him.

This is definitely not because he lacks masculine charm.

Qin Yuhe came to the conclusion that his wife was somewhat sexually frigid.

this is a problem.

Because he understands himself very well, he knows clearly that he has strong desires and a great addiction.

The two men's needs were out of sync; his wife, with her delicate and soft body, could not satisfy him.

Every time he made love to her, she would need to rest for three to five days.

He recalled what his cousin Fu Xiaochen had once said—

Every day, at least four times a day.

Fu Xiaochen and Gu Qingcheng, at least four times a day.

He and his wife: work one day, rest five days.

When problems arise, solve them.

Qin Yuhe pondered seriously how to solve the problem of their infrequent sexual relations.

The night unfolds layer by layer, all is silent, the chirping of insects fades away, and in the stillness, the night grows ever deeper.

A delicate fragrance wafted from beside him, sweet and gentle, with a captivating allure hidden within its tenderness, seeping into his body continuously.

The man's blood was burning hot.

Qin Yuhe thought that it was probably because he was really hungry today that he was so sensitive to the smell on his wife.

I couldn't fall asleep for most of the night...

.........

The next day, after Song Xinya woke up, she lifted the covers and looked around.

Her nightgown was intact; it hadn't been lifted up or torn.

Actually, she wanted to have sex with him last night.

Last night after taking a shower, she even sprayed herself with a perfume containing musk, which is said to be aphrodisiac.

Qin Yuhe didn't react at all.

President Qin's composure is truly remarkable.

It seems that this aphrodisiac perfume has no effect on President Qin at all.

When I bought it on Taobao, the seller claimed it was incredibly effective and could keep a man standing all night. It's a lie.

Unscrupulous merchants selling counterfeit goods.

Song Xinya plans to report this business later.

She threw back the covers and got out of bed, and saw that the wastebasket against the wall was filled with toilet paper.

After a moment's thought, Song Xinya wondered if Qin Yuhe had caught a cold?

In the restaurant on the first floor, Song Xinya sat opposite Qin Yuhe, her gaze sweeping over the area below his eyes: "Mr. Qin, did you not sleep well again last night?"

Qin Yuhe said, "I slept very well again."

Song Xinya took a bite of the beef bun and thought to herself, "It's still pretty hard, harder than an Egyptian mummy that's been dead for five thousand years."

Qin Yuyan and Song Tingye walked over, their steps unsteady, their breath faint, and their eyes gleaming with hunger.

Song Xinya greeted the two children: "Good morning."

Qin Yuyan: "Oh no, I thought about men all night last night: Master Bao, Master Kang, Fatty Brothers, Yang Guofu, Liu Wenxiang."

Song Tingye: "I also thought about women all night: Shanghai aunties, Wang Po's shrimp, Ba Wang tea girl, Sister Xi's fried skewers, and Auntie's dumplings."

Song Xinya: "I even thought about kids all night, like Want Want, Shuangwaiwai, Yaya Le, Qoo, Johnson & Johnson Baby."

They were overthinking things. Qin Yuhe, on the other hand, was quite simple-minded; he spent the whole night thinking about sleeping with his wife.

A maid came over with a bowl of steamed buns and gave one to Qin Yuyan. Song Tingye reached in with both hands and took one in each hand.

Qin Yuyan glanced at Qin Yuhe and saw that he was eating with his head down. She reached her fair little hand into the bowl, trying to steal one of the food.

Qin Yuhe looked up at her, his eyes sharp.

Qin Yuyan's little hand trembled, and she quickly threw the steamed bun she had just received into the basin.

How could he notice that? Does he have eyes in the top of his head?!

Qin Yuyan hung her head: "The noodles are deliberately broken at the thinnest part; fate is playing tricks on this greedy little one."

Song Tingye chimed in: "Life is not just about goji berries, but also about beer, grilled skewers, and peanuts."

The two of them each finished one and a half cornbread buns, but it was as if they hadn't eaten anything; their stomachs were still rumbling incessantly.

The maid brought the prepared bacon sandwiches to Qin Yuhe.

Qin Yuhe: "I don't have much of an appetite today."

Song Tingye's eyes lit up: "Brother-in-law, I'll eat it for you!"

Qin Yuhe: "Withdraw."

Song Tingye jumped up and down in anger, pointing at Qin Yuhe: "The role I play in your life is so trivial! Sometimes I feel like a sweet and sour pork rib, being looked down upon and treated like a cola chicken wing by you. Do you think I can't deal with you, a Peking duck, with sweet and sour pork and beef balls? I will never forgive you, a pan-fried bun!"

Song Tingye stretched his arms out to the sky: "God, rain down egg tarts on me! Ice cream snow, chocolate rain, cake roll clouds, milk rivers, cookie houses, potato chip branches, nut leaves, konjac flower bushes, noodle bicycles, jelly tires, cheese stick streetlights, hit me! Hit me! Hit me all of you! Ahhh!"

Oh no, the child is starving!

.........

Not long after Song Xinya arrived at the company, she received a call from the sanatorium.

"Hello, Ms. Song, I'm sorry to bother you, but your grandmother's hospital bill is due."

Song Xinya glanced at the calendar. Time flies. It was time to pay her grandmother's hospital bills again.

There are still six days until she gets her salary.

"Can I pay it a few days later? I'll get paid in six days and can pay it right away."

The reply came back: "As soon as possible."

Song Xinya's current financial situation is that she lives in a luxury house, drives a luxury car, and wears jewelry worth over 100 million yuan, but she has no cash on hand.

Qin Yuhe gives her 200,000 yuan in pocket money every month, but it's not time to make the payment yet.

As a working adult, it's embarrassing to ask someone for money, even your parents.

Zhao Yinian walked towards Song Xinya: "Come with me to meet a client this afternoon."

As a seasoned professional, Song Xinya knew that this client would definitely be difficult to deal with.

Because if a customer is easy to please, others will keep them for themselves and won't refer them to you.

As the saying goes, fortune favors the bold; high risk often means high reward.

She might be able to handle clients who are difficult for others.

When faced with difficulties, just keep charging forward. As for whether you will succeed or not, you'll only know after you try, fight, and work hard.

Song Xinya replied, "Okay."

Zhao Yinian turned to walk towards her office, but Song Xinya called out to her, "President Zhao, I would like to receive an advance on this month's salary and bonus."

Zhao Yinian asked knowingly, "It will be issued in six days, so you can just wait another six days."

If Song Xinya could wait another six days, would she still need to ask for an advance?

Zhao Yinian certainly understood this principle; he was deliberately making things difficult for Song Xinya.

Song Xinya stood straight, her expression neither humble nor arrogant, and said, "If President Zhao is willing to give me an advance on my salary, it shows that President Zhao is a boss full of human touch. If President Zhao is not willing, I can understand, after all, not everyone knows how to consider others."

Zhao Yinian was speechless, especially since Song Xinya said this in front of all the employees in the lobby, instead of in her office.

This is actually a dilemma, putting employees in a difficult position for their bosses.

That Song Xinya is really something, she tricked her.

What could she say? She could only say, "Okay, I'll give you an advance on your salary."

Song Xinya: "President Zhao, you are truly a boss with a human touch."

When Zhao Yinian heard this, she felt that Song Xinya was scolding her.

But she couldn't very well say she was heartless, so she could only turn and leave.

Back in his office, Zhao Yinian felt like he'd been wronged in silence, and a bellyful of malice began to frantically stir up trouble.

She picked up the phone and called the group's finance department: "Excuse me, according to the group headquarters' regulations, is it permissible for someone to request an advance on their salary and bonuses?"

Group Finance Department: "Approval is granted for regular employees, but not for probationary employees."

Zhao Yinian replied with a smile, "I understand. One of our employees on probation wants to receive an advance on his salary and bonus, so I called the group headquarters to inquire."

Group Finance Department: "Your company's employee management and finance are independent. Whether or not to approve it is up to your company. You don't have to follow the group's regulations."

This means that whether or not to approve the employee's application is up to Zhao Yinian, the company's general manager.

Zhao Yinian turned to Song Xinya and said, "The group headquarters has a rule that probationary employees cannot receive advances on their wages and salaries. So it's not that I don't want to approve your application; I really want to help you, but I can't violate the group headquarters' regulations."

Zhao Yinian wasn't afraid that Song Xinya would complain to Qin Yuhe, because she could tell that Song Xinya was too embarrassed to ask Qin Yuhe for money.

If Song Xinya had any shame, she wouldn't have asked for an advance on her salary and bonus.

After refusing to give Song Xinya an advance on her salary and bonus, Zhao Yinian felt triumphant and walked back to her office with a smile on her face.

At this time, the top floor is the 38th floor.

The assistant came to the finance department and submitted a travel expense reimbursement application form.

He overheard people in the finance department discussing: "Zhao Yinian from the 8th floor is acting strangely today. She suddenly called the group headquarters and asked if she could get an advance on her salary and wages for a probationary employee."

These words wouldn't be anything special under normal circumstances, and the assistant wouldn't take them to heart.

But when he heard the words "8th floor" and "probationary employee," he thought of President Qin's wife, Song Xinya.

Back in the office, the assistant picked up a document and knocked on the CEO's office door.

"President Qin, I have something to report to you."

A cold, clear voice inside said, "Come in."

The assistant went in, stood opposite Qin Yuhe, and placed the documents on his desk.

"This is the latest securities trading information for this week."

Qin Yuhe opened the document filled with dense numbers and browsed it at lightning speed.

He finished reading a document, and his assistant was still standing opposite him.

"What's up?"

Assistant: "Mr. Qin, it seems Miss Song went to collect her salary and bonus in advance."

Qin Yuhe: "Where did you get this information?"

Assistant: "Just guessing."

After saying the two words he had guessed, the assistant felt a chill run down his spine. President Qin hated things that were just casually guessed.

I was only thinking about telling President Qin about this matter, which is very likely related to Miss Song, and I didn't have time to verify it.

The assistant braced himself for a scolding, but then heard Qin Yuhe say, "You reported to me very promptly, and you handled this matter very efficiently."

The assistant was taken aback; he had been praised by President Qin!

He had worked diligently and overtime for a month without receiving any praise from President Qin. Now, he reported something that might be related to Miss Song, and that was only possibly related to Miss Song, and he was praised!

Qin Yuhe picked up his phone, without asking Song Xinya if she needed money. He first paid the fees for the sanatorium, and then transferred 200,000 yuan to Song Xinya.

On the 8th floor, Song Xinya was working when her phone suddenly beeped with a message notification.

She opened it and saw a text message from the bank: [Dear customer, your account has received a transfer of 200000 yuan from Qin Yuhe.]

Song Xinya was both surprised and delighted that her allowance had been given out ahead of schedule!

She quickly called the nursing home to pay her grandmother's bill, only to be told that Mr. Qin had already paid.

Another surprise!

Song Xinya sent Qin Yuhe a message: [How did you know that my grandmother's nursing home fees were due today?]

Qin Yuhe: [I am a deity, I can calculate with my fingers]

Song Xinya was amused by the humor and smiled: [Thank you, Mr. Qin]

Qin Yuhe: [No need to thank me. I just reflected on myself. It was because I didn't remember the payment deadline for the nursing home where Grandma lives that you had to worry about money. As your husband, I haven't done a good enough job, and I should apologize to you.]

Song Xinya stared blankly at these words for a long time, then suddenly felt a lump in her throat.

He paid for her grandmother's hospital bills, gave her 200,000 yuan in spending money, and even admitted his mistake and apologized to her.

he……

Qin Yuhe...

He is truly a wonderful person.

Song Xinya wanted to send Qin Yuhe a thank you, but felt that those two words were too pale and powerless to express her feelings at that moment.

Words suddenly become bland in the face of intense emotions.

I want to say something, but I don't know what to say.

Song Xinya suddenly stood up from her workstation and walked into the tea room.

The company provides coffee beans, hand-cranked coffee machines, and electric coffee machines.

Song Xinya put coffee beans into the hand-cranked coffee machine and made a cup of hand-cranked coffee.

She walked out of the company with the coffee in her hand.

Chen Siyan: "Teacher Song, where are you going?"

Song Xinya: "Restroom."

Do I need to bring coffee to the restroom?

Song Xinya walked to the president's private elevator, pressed her thumb on it, and unlocked it with her fingerprint.

The elevator doors opened, and she stepped inside.

The red floor numbers kept changing, reaching the 38th floor.

Song Xinya walked out and stood at the door of Qin Yuhe's office.

His office, like his private elevator, was registered with her fingerprints.

Song Xinya entered the president's office without any hindrance.

The moment she pushed open the door, she saw Qin Yuhe sitting behind his desk.

The moment Qin Yuhe looked up and saw her, a flicker of surprise crossed his dark pupils.

"You came to see me?"

Song Xinya walked gracefully towards him: "Yes, I'm looking for you."

Her slender figure circled the desk and walked to his side.

She placed the hand-cranked coffee she was holding on his table.

"I've brought you coffee."

"And I'll throw one in for you too..."

She bent down, leaned close to him, and kissed his cheek with her soft lips.

"kiss."