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

A kiss that caught me off guard.

Her lips were moist and sweet, and when they landed on his cheek, they felt like soft candy.

Qin Yuhe's slightly lowered eyelashes suddenly lifted, and his dark pupils, no longer calm and still, were ignited with a bright, sparkling light by her kiss.

She kissed him lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water, and then straightened up.

The coffee was delivered, and so was the kiss. Song Xinya said, "Mr. Qin, please continue your work. I'm going back to the company."

She turned and walked forward.

Qin Yuhe: "Do you think I still have the energy to work?"

She practically offered herself to him; if he didn't take it, he wouldn't be a real man.

Before Song Xinya could take a step, Qin Yuhe grabbed her wrist, pulled her back, and made her sit on his lap.

She fell into his arms, and before she could even utter a cry of surprise, he pinched her cheeks and pressed his thin lips against hers.

Four red lips pressed tightly together, the touch warm and soft, sending a jolt through both of their hearts.

Whether it's kissing or sex, Qin Yuhe's style is to start gently and then become intense.

That's not the case today.

He was like a lion that had been starving for a long time, finally catching a delicious prey, and his bite was fierce and reckless, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

He placed one hand on the back of her head, forcefully holding her in place, preventing her from retreating or escaping.

With his other hand he pinched her cheek, and the moment his lips touched hers, his tongue darted out, prying open her lips and teeth, and licking her pink and wet tongue.

Her nostrils were filled with his heavy, burning breath.

Like a whirlwind sweeping away fallen leaves, his tongue plundered and possessed her mouth, igniting a fierce fire wherever it went.

Qin Yuhe's domineering and forceful kissing style left Song Xinya, who had little kissing experience, completely defenseless and unable to cope.

She tilted her long, white neck back, her lips parted, passively and obediently enduring his domineering and fierce demands.

He ruthlessly plundered her reason.

Outside the CEO's office, men in bespoke suits and women in white shirts and black pencil skirts came and went, each carrying documents and busy with their work.

While everyone else was working diligently, Song Xinya sat on Qin Yuhe's lap, breathless from his kisses.

It's like they're secretly tasting forbidden fruit.

The kiss was long and passionate, fierce yet tender. When he released her, both of their lips were a vibrant red, glistening with moisture.

Song Xinya was breathing heavily, her face flushed, and the corners of her eyes were tinged with pink.

Qin Yuhe pressed her head into his arms, holding her close. His sharp chin rested lightly on the top of her head, and his hand on her back stroked down gently to help her catch her breath.

Song Xinya nestled against him, her gaze passing through the transparent glass wall to see the staff walking back and forth outside.

The curtains weren't drawn.

A sense of shame suddenly overwhelmed me.

She didn't know whether to call herself oblivious or to say that Qin Yuhe's kissing skills were too good. With such a large glass wall wide open, she didn't even notice that the curtains weren't drawn.

Still shaken, Song Xinya asked, "Is this glass wall one-way?"

Qin Yuhe: "What if it isn't?"

Song Xinya buried her head in his chest: "I'm too ashamed to face anyone now."

Qin Yuhe: "I was just kidding, it's one-way."

Song Xinya poked her head out from his arms: "That's good."

She glanced at the watch on his wrist; she had been out forty minutes!

Good heavens, time flies! Forty minutes, which usually feels like a long time, now seems to have passed in the blink of an eye!

As Song Xinya was about to stand up from Qin Yuhe's lap, a soft, burning sensation pressed down on her back.

Qin Yuhe took a small patch of skin from the back of her neck into his mouth and sucked hard.

The sound of lips and teeth sucking on skin filled the silent air.

The scene is alluring and ambiguous, sparking the imagination.

It hurts a little, yet it feels like a silent temptation and invitation.

Song Xinya felt a chill run down her spine.

"Mr. Qin, please stop kissing me..."

Qin Yuhe nibbled at her smooth skin, and as he spoke, the tiny breaths of air hotly escaped from where his lips met her skin.

"Don't you want it?"

This isn't just something you don't want; this is something you absolutely cannot have.

It's still working hours.

Song Xinya was a little dazed. While she was at work, she ended up on her boss's lap.

If things continue like this, she'll probably end up in her boss's bed.

What kind of class is this?

Yellow Class.

Having been out of work for so long, as an employee, I'm finding it hard to explain to my supervisor.

While Song Xinya was thinking about work, Qin Yuhe was still sucking on the back of her neck.

I can't just push him away, that would be too presumptuous.

Song Xinya was thinking about what excuse she could use to get out of his arms.

The phone rang suddenly, like a timely rain.

When Song Xinya saw the three words "Zhao Yinian" on the screen, she didn't feel annoyed for the first time.

He answered the phone immediately.

Zhao Yinian's voice came through like firecrackers, crackling and popping: "Hey, Song Xinya, where have you been?"

Song Xinya: "Restroom."

Zhao Yinian: "I have work-related matters to discuss with you, come back quickly!"

I've been waiting to hear that.

After hanging up the phone, Song Xinya pushed Qin Yuhe's chest with both hands and jumped off his lap.

"Actually, I didn't want to leave either, but my boss was calling me."

Qin Yuhe: "Really? Why are your steps so brisk?"

Song Xinya's mind raced, and she replied, "It's because I just kissed Mr. Qin, and the experience was so wonderful that I felt so happy, which is why my steps were so light."

Qin Yuhe watched her lie quietly.

Don't expose it.

.........

Song Xinya returned to the 8th floor.

At this moment, her face was still flushed, the color not yet completely faded.

When Chen Siyan saw her, he asked, "Does it take this long to go to the toilet?"

Song Xinya forced herself to say, "Yes, is that not allowed?"

Chen Siyan: "Of course you can. When I'm constipated, I squat for a longer time."

Song Xinya: "..."

So he thought she was... constipated?

"Dude, why would you think that?"

Chen Siyan pointed at her face: "Look at you, your face is all red."

Song Xinya's silence was deafening.

Chen Siyan: "I have some medicine for treating constipation. It works really well. Just take one pill, and no matter how big your bladder is, it will definitely help you release it all."

Song Xinya: "Keep such a good thing for yourself."

Chen Siyan: "Hey, don't be embarrassed. Constipation is a physiological phenomenon that almost everyone experiences. Don't be ashamed to seek medical help. You must treat any illness as early as possible."

Song Xinya: "Give your tongue a break and shut up."

The other person felt too human, so Song Xinya didn't want to chat with Chen Siyan anymore and went straight into Zhao Yinian's office.

Zhao Yinian's gaze lingered on Song Xinya's face, looking suspiciously at the blush on her cheeks, and asked, "Did you really just go to the restroom?"

Song Xinya: "Didn't you say you had work-related matters to discuss with me?"

Zhao Yinian didn't get any answers and her face darkened.

"I have something to tell you about work."

She pushed a document in front of Song Xinya: "The client we're meeting this afternoon is a 17-year-old male high school student named Jin Ruizhi who will be a senior in high school after the summer break. You can learn about his information first."

Song Xinya took the documents and sat back down at her workstation. She looked at the three characters "Jin Ruizhi" on the documents and read them aloud.

"Him? I know him," Chen Siyan slid to Song Xinya's side: "He's a young master from a wealthy family, a notorious troublemaker in Beijing's social circles."

Song Xinya: "I would like to hear the details."

Chen Siyan continued, "This guy is obsessed with love. All he does all day long is think about dating girls."

Song Xinya: "Isn't he only seventeen? He's not even an adult yet, and he's already thinking about dating?"

Chen Siyan: "So this guy is a hopeless romantic."

Song Xinya: "Did you interview him for a private tutor position?"

Chen Siyan: "I've been there, but before I even got inside, this guy sprayed my face with saliva."

Song Xinya: "What did he use to splatter you?"

Chen Siyan: "Urine."

Song Xinya really didn't want to laugh, but she just couldn't help it.

Chen Siyan's experiences are truly diverse, ranging from being forced to run naked in the street by clients to having his face urinated on by them.

They're so abundant it's heartbreaking.

What was his reason for slutting you?

Chen Siyan: "I tutored him, which interfered with his dating life."

Song Xinya: "He only thinks about dating all the time. Don't his parents care about him?"

Chen Siyan: "His parents are busy with business, flying all over the country, and have no time to take care of him. He lives with his grandmother."

"His grandmother doted on him excessively, and she couldn't bear to hit or scold him. She indulged him in everything."

Song Xinya grasped a core question: "Does he want to be in a relationship, or is he already in one?"

Chen Siyan: "I don't know about that. I only went for that one interview, and I haven't heard anything about him since."

Song Xinya flipped through Jin Ruizhi's file, which only contained records of his academic performance; all other information was blank.

As for his academic performance, it's no wonder that someone whose mind is always on dating is unlikely to do well.

His Chinese language scores were comparable to Song Tingye's, with intermittent passing grades and frequent failing grades.

Her math score was about the same as Qin Yuyan's, 8 points.

As for English scores, let's just describe them like this—

While reading: Ma Dongmei, Ma Dongmei, Ma Dongmei

When reciting: Ma Shi Yao Mei? What Dong Mei?

During the exam: Sun Honglei

His answer was completely at odds with the question setter's question; they were utterly irrelevant.

He was the worst of the worst academically.

Attached to the materials was a photo of Jin Ruizhi, with striking blond hair.

At noon, Song Xinya and Zhao Yinian went to Jin Ruizhi's house together.

Lunch was eaten on the way; it was just plain water and bread.

What if I'm not full?

It's a good time to lose weight.

Song Xinya and Zhao Yinian stood at the entrance of a villa.

Zhao Yinian glanced at Song Xinya. It was sunny, yet Song Xinya still carried an umbrella. She was always trying to show off and make a fool of herself; she could hold more than a plastic bag.

After rolling her eyes at Song Xinya, Zhao Yinian knocked on the villa's door.

The crisp, clear footsteps rang out, carrying the vibrant energy unique to young people.

The moment the door opened, Song Xinya opened her umbrella and held it in front of her.

Sizzle—a stream of water splashed onto Zhao Yinian's face.

With a whoosh, the water was deflected by the umbrella, and Song Xinya was unharmed.

The boy holding the water gun froze, not expecting someone to bring an umbrella.

Zhao Yinian screamed, "Young Master Jin, what are you spitting on me with?"

Jin Ruizhi: "Ink."

Zhao Yinian took out a mirror from her bag and looked at herself; she had turned into Bao Gong (a famous judge in Chinese history).

She said angrily, "Young Master Jin, how could you splatter ink on me?"

Jin Ruizhi: "I'm being kind by not using a piss."

Zhao Yinian: "Young Master Jin, I know you're a good kid, you're not that kind of person."

Jin Ruizhi: "Then come inside with me and see if I can do it."

Zhao Yinian dared not step into the villa.

Song Xinya calmly folded her umbrella: "I'll go inside with you."

The umbrella that had been obstructing his view was put away, and Jin Ruizhi saw a stunningly beautiful face—skin as white as snow and features as beautiful as a flower.

"This is the first time I've ever seen such a beautiful tutor."

Song Xinya: "Then you'll have to go out and see more of the world in the future."

Jin Ruizhi: "You're the one who's never seen the world."

Song Xinya: "That's right, otherwise how would I have met you?"

Jin Ruizhi paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "My previous tutors would fawn over me and say nice things to me as soon as they saw me. You're the first person who dared to talk back to me."

Song Xinya: "So, did I successfully get your attention?"

It was indeed a success; it was the first time Jin Ruizhi had ever encountered a tutor who didn't follow the usual methods.

A dog that's been fed won't guard the door; a person who's been spoiled won't be grateful.

Young boys are often arrogant. The more you go along with them, the less they respect you. On the contrary, if you challenge them, they'll know you're not someone to be trifled with, and they'll become more wary of you and won't dare to bully you.

Jin Ruizhi put down the water gun he was holding.

He turned and walked into the courtyard.

If the customer doesn't refuse, it's assumed that the customer agrees.

Song Xinya walked into the courtyard.

Zhao Yinian followed Song Xinya inside.

Jin Ruizhi sat at his desk, wearing headphones, shaking his head and bobbing his blond hair in the air.

Once I put on my headphones, I don't care about anyone else.

Song Xinya knew perfectly well that the other party was refusing to communicate with her.

She wasn't anxious or angry. The customer is king, not her ancestor. There was no need to let an outsider affect her mood.

Jin Ruizhi's head bobbed back and forth like a rattle.

At six o'clock in the evening, he threw his headphones on the table and said, "It's time. I should go pick up my future girlfriend."

Song Xinya received information that the blond-haired boy was only indulging in wishful thinking; he wanted to be in a relationship but hadn't actually started one yet.

The blond-haired boy got into the car and left the villa.

Song Xinya also left the villa and went home.

It was almost nine o'clock when I got back to the Forbidden City.

A light was on in the living room, and Qin Yuhe sat to the side, waiting for her to come back.

Song Xinya walked into the hall and looked at the man's hazy silhouette in the light. He had deep-set eyes, a high nose, and prominent brow bones. He was handsome and noble.

"Mr. Qin, I'm back."

Qin Yuhe: "Have you had dinner yet?"

Song Xinya: "No."

Qin Yuhe: "I don't have any either, let's eat together."

Song Xinya suddenly realized something: Had he been waiting for her to come back so they could have dinner together?

The two sat at the dining table, and Song Xinya looked around the living room: "Where are Yanyan and Xiaoye?"

Qin Yuhe: "The two of them were so hungry they couldn't stand it anymore, so they drank a lot of water and went to sleep."

Song Xinya silently thought to herself, "Poor child."

After the two finished eating, they went upstairs. After Song Xinya finished showering, Qin Yuhe went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The bathroom door opened with a sound, and Song Xinya looked up.

His gaze suddenly paused.

Qin Yuhe wore a pair of gray sweatpants today.

He wasn't wearing an upper body garment; he was completely naked except for a pair of gray sweatpants.

He always wears a sharp suit, why is he suddenly wearing gray sweatpants today?

A thin layer of gray fabric clung to his body.

The outline is clear.

Tsk.

It looks really big...