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

If another man asked her that question, Song Xinya would definitely think he was being indecent.

But she knew Qin Yuhe wasn't.

He was genuinely discussing the results of her "pre-class preparation" with her.

If she answers that she doesn't like it, she feels that he will definitely try a different approach, such as adjusting the force of the kiss, changing the location of the kiss, turning a gentle kiss into a fierce licking and biting, and making her practice again.

So, is she his math problem?

Honestly, how is she supposed to answer a question like this?

So Song Xinya pretended to be asleep, closing her eyes tightly, and deliberately making soft snoring sounds, even though she never snored.

Qin Yuhe turned to look at her in surprise. She had fallen asleep in the time it took him to say just three sentences.

His muscular body leaned closer to her, his handsome face almost touching hers, his breath warming her sensitive ear.

Fortunately, the lights were off, so he couldn't see her reddened ears.

In the dimly lit room, Qin Yuhe could see by the moonlight that Song Xinya's eyes were closed; yes, she was indeed asleep.

.........

In the middle of the night, Qin Yuhe was sleeping when he was suddenly woken up by the heat.

He looked down and found the girl who had been sleeping by the bed was now lying in his arms.

Her features were striking and dazzling when she was awake. Now, asleep, nestled in his arms, her long, fan-like eyelashes drooped, giving her an innocent and adorable childlike charm.

Like a clingy child who is completely dependent on adults.

In summer, when two bodies are pressed together, the heat from each other is quite intense.

Qin Yuhe has always been most afraid of the heat.

He looked at her sleeping soundly, and his patting motion turned into hugging and holding her. They were so warm together that he quickly fell asleep as well.

The next day, Song Xinya woke up very early.

She has a habit of getting up early every day to exercise, and her biological clock has been firmly established.

But when I woke up today, I felt different than before.

She opened her eyes and found herself pressed against Qin Yuhe's body, her face against his shoulder, her arms wrapped around his arms as if she were holding a precious treasure.

Last night when we were sleeping, there was a galaxy between us. How come we woke up like this this morning?

She never clings to anyone when she sleeps.

No, because she used to sleep alone and didn't know if she was clingy or not.

Now it seems like she likes to be clingy when she sleeps?

Before Qin Yuhe woke up, Song Xinya released her grip on his arm, subtly moved to the other side, and pretended nothing had happened.

Luckily, he didn't notice that she was clinging to him, hehe.

After getting up, Song Xinya took her sports vest and sports shorts and went into the bathroom to change.

It rained last night, and the air on the balcony is fresh, carrying the damp sweetness of green grass.

In order not to disturb Qin Yuhe's sleep, she did not do aerobics today, but instead did yoga, Pilates, sit-ups, and squats.

After completing a yoga and a Pilates routine, she did one hundred sit-ups and then prepared to finish with fifty squats.

At this moment, she was facing away from the double bed, her legs spread apart. With each squatting motion, her round, pert buttocks and slender waist formed a graceful and alluring curve.

Squat down, lift up, squat down, lift up, squat down, lift up...

After completing fifty squats, my morning exercise session was successfully finished.

Song Xinya turned around and saw Qin Yuhe staring at her.

He was leaning against the wall, one leg outstretched and the other bent, with a pillow under his waist.

Song Xinya was wearing very little clothing at the time, revealing her snow-white waist and slender legs.

She was not used to exposing her body in front of people she didn't know well, and when she saw Qin Yuhe, she felt a little embarrassed and awkward.

She didn't show it on her face, appearing as usual, and greeted him, "Good morning, Mr. Qin."

"Good morning," Qin Yuhe said, his voice very hoarse.

Song Xinya: "I just finished exercising, I'm going to take a shower."

Qin Yuhe's gaze swept over her face and body.

Her face was flushed after exercising, and her lips were redder than usual. A thin layer of sweat covered her face, neck, waist, and legs, making her look drenched in perspiration.

Qin Yuhe thought of freshly baked, steaming hot buns that could be eaten in one bite.

Song Xinya asked, "Are you getting up?"

Qin Yuhe said, "I have to wait a while."

What are you waiting for?

Song Xinya felt something was strange.

Suddenly, something occurred to her—

Because her shower would take up the bathroom space, he wouldn't be able to wash up, so he would have to wait a while.

So Song Xinya thoughtfully said to Qin Yuhe, "Mr. Qin, I'll go to the bathroom next to the living room to shower. You can use the bathroom in the master bedroom. You can get up now."

Qin Yuhe paused for a moment, then said, "Okay."

Fortunately, Song Xinya didn't see him get up. She grabbed a change of clothes, went out, and closed the door behind her.

Qin Yuhe removed the pillow and glanced down at it.

So energetic and vigorous this early in the morning.

.........

After Song Xinya finished showering and changing her clothes, she didn't see Qin Yuhe come out of the bedroom.

She didn't go into the bedroom to look; instead, she turned around and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Not knowing what kind of breakfast Qin Yuhe liked, she made both Chinese and Western styles.

I made fried egg and bacon sandwiches, poached egg and tomato toast, and two steamed baskets of beef buns.

Song Xinya finished cooking, but Qin Yuhe still hadn't come out.

As she walked to the bedroom door and raised her hand to knock, the door opened from the inside, and Qin Yuhe stood in front of her.

Their eyes met.

Song Xinya: "Mr. Qin, I noticed you haven't come out for so long, so I was planning to call you to get up and have breakfast."

Qin Yuhe calmly hummed in agreement.

He can't come out until it disappears, and this time the wait for it to disappear is longer than ever before.

The two people sat at the dining table.

Looking at the Chinese and Western breakfasts laid out on the table, Qin Yuhe exclaimed in amazement, "You made all of these!"

Song Xinya poured a glass of milk and placed it next to him: "Yes."

Qin Yuhe: "I'm not a picky eater, I eat both Chinese and Western food, so next time you don't need to make so much."

He picked up the beef bun she often ate, took a bite, and said to her, "Thank you, it's delicious."

Every day at seven o'clock sharp, the sun rises, and Song Tingye gets up on time every day to smell the aroma of beef.

Song Tingye, the lazy man, washed his face three times, then shook his hands once. Okay, all washed, time to start cooking.

Song Xinya's phone suddenly rang. She glanced at the contact name, picked it up, and walked towards the bedroom.

Song Tingye took a big bite and ate half of the steamed bun, spitting out bits of beef as he spoke: "Sis, who is it? Why are you hiding from us?"

Song Xinya glanced at Qin Yuhe: "I wasn't hiding from you guys. A friend of mine called, and he might have some private matters to discuss with me."

She went to the balcony of her bedroom and answered the phone.

The landlord's voice came through: "Hey, Xiao Song, when are you going to pay this month's rent?"

Song Xinya lowered her voice very much: "Sister Zhang, I originally had enough money to pay the rent, but my grandmother fell ill this month, and all my money went to her medical treatment. Sister Zhang, I've always been very trustworthy and have never been late with rent. This time there's a reason for this. Can I pay it a few days later?"

Sister Zhang didn't speak coldly, but her words revealed helplessness: "Xiao Song, I believe in your character and know you didn't intentionally default on the rent. It's just that my autistic son's condition has worsened recently, and I want to take him to a big hospital for a checkup. I urgently need money."

The adult world is full of its own difficulties.

Song Xinya: "Sister Zhang, I understand you're having a tough time too. I'm looking for a job, and a company has offered me a position. Can I get an advance on my salary today and pay the rest tomorrow?"

The landlord said, "Okay, Xiao Song, hurry up."

Actually, Song Xinya originally planned to ask her landlord for a few days' grace before carefully selecting the best-paying job, but reality didn't allow her to do so.

She needs to start working and earning money immediately.

After hanging up the phone, Song Xinya walked out onto the balcony and saw Qin Yuhe enter the bedroom.

"I've come to get my tie."

Song Xinya lowered her gaze, her mood low, and gave a soft reply.

Qin Yuhe, his fingers gripping his tie, looked at her and asked, "Is there anything you want to say to me?"

Song Xinya walked past him with her head down and said, "No."

Her mother died early, and her father coldly watched her being bullied by her stepmother and stepsister. She received too little love growing up and got used to solving everything on her own, disliking troubling others.

Song Xinya walked into the living room without saying a word.

Qin Yuhe followed her back to the dining table.

Neither of them ate anything after that.

Song Tingye ate with great relish, like a starving ghost who hadn't eaten in a hundred years.

There's no way around it, I was born to make a living.

Song Xinya was preoccupied with finding a job and starting work, and was somewhat absent-minded.

Qin Yuhe received a call from a government official's secretary, who reminded him that he needed to attend a joint government-business meeting that day.

He looked at Song Xinya and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now."

A glint of light flashed in Song Xinya's eyes: "Goodbye, Mr. Qin."

Qin Yuhe caught a fleeting glint in her eyes; she seemed quite happy that he was gone.

The door to the entrance hall opened and closed again; only Song Xinya and Song Tingye were home.

Song Xinya immediately opened her laptop and began working.

Song Tingye: "Sister, you seem very busy."

Song Xinya: "You'd starve to death even if I weren't busy."

Song Tingye: "Maybe I shouldn't eat beef, let's save some money."

Song Xinya: "Money isn't saved, it's earned."

Song Tingye: "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Song Xinya: "Help me wash the dishes and tidy up the house."

Song Tingye: "No problem with wood, leave it to me."

Song Xinya contacted the companies she interviewed with yesterday, and only one was willing to pay her salary in advance.

It's that company that's been undercutting her salary and refusing to give her a raise.

Song Xinya was actually not satisfied with that company; it didn't fit her career plan, but she had no choice but to make do for now.

She carried her bag, walked to the door, and prepared to start her job at the company when the doorbell suddenly rang.

The door opened, and there stood the man who had delivered the red wine the night before—Qin Yuhe's assistant.

Song Xinya asked, "Did Mr. Qin leave anything behind?"

Assistant: "Ms. Song, I'm here for your matter."

Song Xinya was a little confused and asked, "What's wrong?"

Assistant: "President Qin instructed me to help you and your brother move."

Song Tingye ran over curiously: "Where does my brother-in-law want us to move to? Ideally, there would be an air conditioner in the house. In the middle of the dog days of summer, if you don't turn on the air conditioner, you'll be unbearably hot."

"Air conditioning," the assistant said with a smile, "that's the most basic feature."

Looking at his assistant's ambiguous expression, Song Tingye asked, "What's wrong? Is my brother-in-law planning to give us a large apartment to live in?"

Assistant: "The Forbidden City Mansion, a 1200-square-meter detached villa."

President Qin owns numerous properties, and I specifically instructed him to choose one with exceptionally good soundproofing.

The soundproofing in the Forbidden City Mansion is excellent; even if someone inside the bedroom shouts their lungs out, no one outside the door can hear them.

Song Tingye stammered in shock: "1111... A 1200-square-meter detached villa, big enough to drive bumper cars!"

Song Xinya heard the sound of gold coins arriving in her account on her phone. She opened it and found that she had 200,000 more in her account.

Assistant: "Mr. Qin said this is your allowance for this month."

Song Tingye leaned closer for a look, his eyes widening in surprise: "Wow, his monthly allowance is more than some people's annual salary! My brother-in-law is so generous!"

He looked at his assistant expectantly: "Will my brother-in-law give me pocket money? I don't need much, just ten thousand yuan a month will do."

The assistant smiled and said, "Honey, Mr. Qin didn't say anything."

Song Tingye's eyebrows drooped, looking like a wilted eggplant: "Okay."

The assistant looked at Song Xinya and said, "Ms. Song, Mr. Qin asked me to tell you that after we got our marriage certificate, he went abroad to take care of work and didn't give you the house and money immediately. It was his oversight, and he apologizes."

Song Tingye waved his hands repeatedly: "It's okay, it's okay, just give it to me, no need to apologize. If you really feel bad, brother-in-law, give me a Miu Miu allowance every month too."

Song Xinya's phone rang; it was the company that had been undercutting her salary.

"Ms. Song, have you arrived? The contract is ready; you can sign it as soon as you get here."

The company has gotten a huge bargain by signing Song Xinya with such a low salary, and they can't wait to sign an employment contract with her.

The HR representative tempted her, saying, "Ms. Song, the company has prepared the one month's salary you wish to receive in advance. As long as you sign the contract, you can take the money with you."

Song Xinya smiled faintly and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not going to sign this contract because I don't need the money right now."