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

This is in the living room.

Someone could come at any time.

Song Xinya gasped softly, "Mr. Qin, don't do anything rash."

Qin Yuhe's handsome face was aloof and untouched by romance, appearing very serious, yet his hand remained firmly pressed against hers, holding her tightly.

"Who told you not to put your clothes on properly?"

Why is this person like this?

The White Bone Demon's speech—spreading fallacies and misleading the public, and then turning around and blaming others.

Song Xinya shrank back in shame.

Qin Yuhe patted her back hard with his free hand.

Song Xinya instinctively leaned forward, bringing herself fully into his sight.

It's more convenient for him now.

Song Xinya's face turned red all the way to the roots of her neck.

She glanced shyly at Qin Yuhe. His handsome face remained elegant and aloof, showing no shame or embarrassment whatsoever, as if his thuggish behavior was perfectly justified.

No wonder he's someone who does great things; his mental fortitude is truly outstanding.

He was very strong; Song Xinya was like a tiny ant in front of him, unable to resist at all.

Realizing that the situation was hopeless (in fact, she had never had the upper hand), Song Xinya stopped resisting and sat obediently, letting him do whatever he wanted to her.

Footsteps sounded from the back of the living room, and Song Tingye came out of the bedroom: "Sister, brother-in-law, what are you doing?"

Song Xinya was so startled she almost jumped off Qin Yuhe's lap.

Qin Yuhe remained calm and composed, withdrawing his hand and placing it on her waist, closing the open robe tightly and tying the ties securely.

"Nothing much, just talking to your sister."

Song Tingye walked over to the two of them: "What is it that you need my sister to sit on your lap to talk about?"

Qin Yuhe: "Trade secret."

Song Tingye: "What trade secrets?"

Qin Yuhe: "I can't tell you."

Song Tingye: "Why can't you tell me?"

Qin Yuhe: "If I told you, would it still be considered a trade secret?"

Song Tingye: "I won't call out."

Qin Yuhe: "That's why I can't tell you."

Song Tingye: òᆺó

Holy crap! I've been tricked!

Qin Yuhe's fingers deftly tied a bow around Song Xinya's waist.

Song Xinya stood up from his lap: "It's getting late, Mr. Qin, you should hurry up and head to the airport."

Upon hearing that Qin Yuhe was leaving, Song Tingye quickly addressed his most pressing concern: "Steamed corn bread, brother-in-law, don't forget to tell the servants to give us steamed corn bread three times a day."

Qin Yuyan also came out of the room, preoccupied with this matter: "Brother, hurry up, arrange it now."

Qin Yuhe made no move.

Song Tingye got anxious and pointed at Qin Yuyan, saying, "Brother-in-law, look at how hungry your own sister is! Her face is already small, but she's become as thin as a sesame seed."

Qin Yuyan: "Then am I still human?"

Song Tingye: "I was just using an exaggerated rhetorical device."

Qin Yuyan: "You've lost weight too, you're practically skin and bones."

Song Tingye hated it when people called him a stick figure, so he said, "I'm not a stick figure, I'm a bamboo pole."

Qin Yuyan: "They're all poles, what's the difference?"

Song Tingye: "The bamboo pole is thicker than the hemp pole."

Qin Yuyan: "Whoosh!"

"That's not the point. The point is," Song Tingye stared at Qin Yuhe, "hurry up and send me and the little princess some steamed buns. I ate a lot of wild vegetables yesterday, and they're no good. My stomach started rumbling in the middle of the night because I was so hungry."

Qin Yuyan touched her belly and said, "I had thunder too."

Qin Yuhe stood up and walked towards the door.

Song Tingye slid in and caught up with him, grabbing his leg: "You're not allowed to leave until we get some steamed buns!"

Qin Yuyan copied and pasted, then slid over and grabbed his leg, yelling, "You're not allowed to leave until we get some steamed buns!"

Qin Yuhe's legs were weighed down by two heavy jacks.

"I told you before that you were sentenced to seven days in prison. Today is the eighth day. You've been craving cornbread so much, are you addicted to it?"

Song Tingye slapped his forehead: "Ah, that's right!"

Qin Yuyan copied and pasted again, then slapped her forehead: "Ah, that's right!"

Qin Yuhe swung his left leg, then his right, and tossed the two jacks aside.

He strode out of the living room and, as he got into the Rolls-Royce, glanced at Song Xinya in the living room.

Song Xinya, her face still flushed, waved to him.

Qin Yuhe's gaze lingered for a moment before he got into the car.

The car sped away and disappeared from sight.

Upon his release from prison, Song Tingye immediately began ordering food: "Sis, this morning I want roast beef, stewed beef, fried beef, stir-fried beef, cold beef salad, and three bowls of beef noodles."

Qin Yuyan: "Sister-in-law, sister, this morning I want roast beef, stewed beef, fried beef, stir-fried beef, cold beef salad, and three bowls of beef noodles."

Song Xinya: "Are you a broken record?"

Qin Yuyan: "Being a repeater is convenient; you don't have to use your brain."

Song Xinya: "Hurry up and use your little brain, it's practically rusting."

Qin Yuyan: "Sister-in-law, what do you mean by this?"

Song Tingye: "You're stupid."

Qin Yuyan: "I'm not stupid."

Song Xinya: "Whose math score was five?"

Song Tingye burst into laughter: "Five points! Five points! Math is so easy to learn, how could someone get a five?! How stupid must they be!"

Song Xinya: "Think about your Chinese grades; nine out of ten times you write an essay that's off-topic."

The smile on Song Tingye's face vanished instantly.

Qin Yuyan burst into laughter: "Off-topic! Off-topic! Writing essays is so easy to learn, yet some people still go off-topic! How stupid must they be!"

Song Tingye asked, "Didn't you go off-topic in your essay?"

Qin Yuyan: "I've never run away from it. The essay is out of 60 points, and I always get 55 or higher."

Song Tingye looked at him skeptically: "Are you bragging?"

Song Xinya said, "What Yanyan said is true. Her Chinese language scores are among the best, and she almost always gets full marks on her essays."

Song Tingye: "Holy crap, that's amazing!"

Song Xinya came up with an idea: "Since one of you is bad at math and the other is bad at Chinese, why don't you two be each other's tutors, share your learning techniques, help each other, and make progress together?"

Song Tingye: "Okay, we can try this method."

Qin Yuyan: "Actually, I don't really want to improve. I just want to be a salted fish."

Song Xinya: "Song Tingye, I'm giving you a task: supervise the little princess's studies. For every point the little princess improves in her grades, I'll give you a thousand yuan."

Song Tingye's eyes turned into gold coins: "Yes, sir!"

一分一千块，小公主要是从5分提高到100分，他就可以赚9万5千块！要是提高到120分，他就可以赚11万5千块！

He's going to make a fortune!

Song Tingye looked at Qin Yuyan again, his eyes shining brightly, as if he were looking at an ATM that spits out RMB.

"Hurry up, finish breakfast in ten minutes, I need to teach the little princess math!"

.........

Song Xinya came to work at the company. In the morning, she prepared lessons, and in the afternoon, she prepared to visit a client, the blond young master Jin Ruizhi.

At noon, as she was about to go to the company cafeteria for lunch, the receptionist on the first floor called.

"Miss Song, someone is looking for you."