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

After listening to Song Xinya's plan, Qin Yuhe's eyes lit up with approval.

"With meticulous planning, ruthless methods, and decisive action, Teacher Song is both intelligent and courageous. Given time, he will surely make waves in the business world and achieve great things."

Song Xinya lay on his chest, her delicate body leaning against him, her soft white fingers gently stroking his face, her breath warm and fragrant as orchids as she spoke.

"I've got the plan all figured out. Mr. Qin is the most important part of it. If Mr. Qin doesn't cooperate, this whole thing can't go on."

Qin Yuhe placed his palm on her back, his broad palm carrying a steady warmth, conforming to the lines of her spine, his strength neither too light nor too heavy, firmly supporting her body. He used his wrist to press her down, bringing her closer to him.

"I will naturally give my full support to Teacher Song's performance, so that your play will be full of charm and amaze the audience."

Song Xinya's fingers slowly traced from his cheek to his lips, the soft, delicate touch of her fingertips like newly sprouted willow branches in early spring.

"No one can guarantee that the plan will be 100% successful. Whether from a business perspective or from a personal interest perspective, this plan is only beneficial to me. For President Qin, it is harmful in every way. If President Qin cooperates with me, he may face a loss of one billion US dollars."

Qin Yuhe: "Retrieving your mother's belongings is your wish, isn't it?"

Song Xinya: "Yes."

Qin Yuhe: "So even if the plan fails and I lose a billion dollars, so what? Compared to your wishes, a billion dollars is nothing."

"Song Xinya, everything I do for you is not measured from a profit perspective. I am not making an investment and do not need to constantly calculate the rate of return. I just want to do something to make you happy."

Song Xinya's heart felt as if it were wrapped in a warm towel, both warm and soft, and her heart was filled with his tenderness.

A thin layer of moisture welled up in her eyes.

She cupped his face in her hands, lowered her head, and pressed her warm lips against his, gently pressing them down, a tender yet firm kiss, solemnly giving him a quick kiss.

"Thank you, Mr. Qin."

Just because she married him, she received so much protection and help from him. She was overjoyed, happy, and grateful, but a sense of loss would occasionally surface in her heart.

People always feel happiest when they are approaching happiness, and become anxious and fearful when happiness is actually happening.

With an indomitable spirit deeply ingrained in her personality and reason always prevailing, Song Xinya never suffers from gains or losses.

Now, she feels anxious and insecure towards him from time to time.

The thread of reason in her heart was out of balance, teetering on the brink of collapse, about to flutter away, swaying completely towards his side.

.........

Because his flight was at 8 a.m. and he was flying to Shanghai, Qin Yuhe got up at 6 a.m.

He reached out and turned off his phone alarm after it rang for a second.

She turned to look beside her, worried that the alarm clock might be disturbing her.

Surprisingly, the other side of the double bed was empty.

Where did she go so early?

Qin Yuhe searched the bedroom but found no one. He was still wearing his pajamas and hadn't changed his clothes before going downstairs.

In the kitchen, the woman's dark hair, as smooth as silk, cascaded down her back. Her delicate and bright eyes seemed to be bathed in warm water, exuding gentleness and tranquility.

She stood beside the gas stove, holding a spoon in her hand, slowly stirring the pot.

The steam rising from the pot enveloped her face, giving it a vibrant blush.

Qin Yuhe walked towards her, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder: "What are you doing?"

The man's scent enveloped her from all around, and Song Xinya felt a burning heat on her back. She turned her head to look at him, and her nose brushed against his.

I'll cook you dumplings.

As the saying goes, "Dumplings before departure, noodles upon arrival." Dumplings, shaped like ingots, symbolize good fortune and prosperity. Their wrapped form also represents reunion, expressing the hope for a safe return and an early reunion.

Qin Yuhe glanced at the cutting board, which was covered with a layer of flour and the remaining half of the dough. Next to it was a bowl with fillings hanging on the sides.

"Did you knead the dough and prepare the filling yourself?"

The plump, white dumplings floated on the water's surface, rising and falling with the boiling water.

"Well, since the dumplings I made to send you off carry my hopes, I think it would be more sincere if I made them myself."

Qin Yuhe tilted his head and pecked her cheek: "Thank you for your hard work."

The soft touch on her cheek was fleeting, and Song Xinya smiled slightly: "You're welcome. It's what I should do."

Qin Yuhe gently patted her head: "Virtuous and kind."

Song Xinya felt a little embarrassed. Ever since she moved into this villa, she had lived a life where everything was done for her, and the housework was done by the maids. She was hardly worthy of the title of "virtuous and capable."

"I just cooked dumplings for you."

Qin Yuhe: "I can see that. This is also a sacrifice. How can it not be considered virtuous?"

Song Xinya's smile widened, and she tilted her head to kiss his cheek.

The dumpling wrappers became transparent and shiny, plump and round, and all floated on the surface of the water.

Song Xinya turned off the stove: "The dumplings are cooked. Go wash up and change your clothes. When you come back, the dumplings will have cooled down, and you can eat them then."

Qin Yuhe: "I'll listen to you."

He went upstairs to change his clothes, while she served dumplings in the kitchen.

Song Xinya took the bowl of dumplings to the fan and blew on them.

Let the dumplings "cool off".

When Qin Yuhe returned to the first floor, the temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.

Qin Yuhe held chopsticks in his hand. Perhaps he was in a hurry, so he ate a little faster, but his eating manners remained elegant and proper.

Song Xinya sat opposite him and watched him eat. After he finished eating, she walked over to him and reached out to clear the dishes.

She was still wearing her nightgown, a soft light pink slip dress, with a matching robe over it.

The waist tie of the robe was loose, and it slipped to one side at the shoulder.

The previously covered parts are now exposed.

She leaned down, and he looked at her.

Her body was pure white, with full and plump lines, bulging, soft, fluffy, and fluffy, swaying in waves with her movements.

If he wanted, he could slip his hand inside her open neckline and capture her full, soft white breasts.

After wiping the table, Song Xinya reached for the bowl, but Qin Yuhe grabbed her wrist.

He pulled her into his arms, and she fell onto his lap.

The man's voice fell deep and resonant: "It takes an hour to drive from here to the airport. We have one hour and ten minutes left. I ate very quickly, deliberately squeezing in ten minutes for my meal. Do you know what I'm going to do?"

Song Xinya looked somewhat bewildered: "I don't know?"

Qin Yuhe's hot, large hand slipped inside her collar and easily kneaded her in his palm.

"Touch you."