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

In the torrential rain, the gloomy sky cast a gray-white filter over everything.

In the rain, a tall, handsome man held a woman in his arms, his arms supporting her knees. His black leather shoes pounded the puddles, splashing up tiny droplets as he walked steadily.

He held her in his arms, and she held the umbrella with both hands.

Song Xinya nestled in Qin Yuhe's arms, her nose catching the faint, cool fragrance emanating from him, mixed with the dampness of the cold water.

His chest was broad and warm.

His aura was warm and steady.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared outside the umbrella. Song Xinya had been afraid of thunder since she was a child, but at this moment, as she walked into the rain with him and was held in his arms, she was not afraid at all.

The rain poured down, hitting the black umbrella, and streams of water flowed down the surface, forming a circular curtain of rain.

A black, straight-handled umbrella creates a safe haven in a world ravaged by torrential rain.

There was nothing else in this small space, only the two of them.

Last night I got into a fight with three men, and this morning I was falsely accused and arrested. My mood is like a rollercoaster, full of ups and downs.

All the anxiety and tension turned into peace and reassurance the moment he appeared.

Song Xinya's body relaxed completely, and she leaned softly against his chest, her cheek pressed against his chest, and she exhaled a long breath.

Qin Yuhe glanced at the umbrella in her hand and asked, "Tired?"

Song Xinya rested her head on his arm, tilting her beautiful and charming face up to look at him: "Aren't you tired? Are you tired of carrying me?"

Qin Yuhe: "You are as light as a ball of cotton."

The assistant stood next to the Rolls-Royce, opened the car door, and Qin Yuhe carried Song Xinya inside.

She leaned back in her seat, and the strong, muscular man pressed his body against hers, taking her hand in his.

The man's palms have sharp, hard bones and are scorching hot, with dampness on his fingertips and palms.

There was an emergency medical kit in the car. Qin Yuhe took it out and applied the ointment to reduce swelling and pain, little by little, to the red marks left by the handcuffs on her skin.

Song Xinya looked at Qin Yuhe and saw that his long, straight eyelashes were drooping, his thin red lips were tightly pursed, and his expression was cold and stern.

She said, "Although it looks serious, I'm not in any pain at all, Mr. Qin. Don't worry, I'll take good care of myself."

Qin Yuhe: "They took such good care of me, they even took care of me until I ended up at the police station."

Song Xinya: •᷄ࡇ•᷅

Qin Yuhe: "Doesn't it hurt at all?"

Song Xinya: "A little bit."

Qin Yuhe: "Huff huff"

Song Xinya: "Huh?"

He lowered his head, his thin lips close to her wrist where the ointment had been applied, and gently blew on it.

The warm breath brushed against her skin, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

Song Xinya was quite surprised that Qin Yuhe, who seemed aloof and reserved, knew how to "huff".

When she was little, whenever she fell or bumped herself, her mother would blow on her wounds.

Huhu is used to soothe children.

Although Song Xinya was still young when her mother passed away, once a child loses their mother, their childhood ends, and their right to be a child is taken away.

Unexpectedly, many years later, at the age of 25, there are still people who treat her like a child and fuss over her.

Song Xinya wrapped her soft arms around his neck, pressed her soft body against him, and easily offered her lips, gently pressing them against his.

The temperature was cool due to the rain, and her lips were slightly damp and moist. The moment her lips touched his, Qin Yuhe felt as if he had taken a bite of jelly.

He supported her lower back with both hands, pressing his thumbs firmly against her back.

She didn't kiss him for long; it was a light, refreshing kiss that ended almost immediately.

Song Xinya still clung to his neck, looking into his eyes, and said to him, "I didn't expect you to come."

Qin Yuhe watched her soft, rosy lips, right under his nose, very close to him, opening and closing.

"Why didn't you call me when something happened?"

Song Xinya: "I thought you were busy with work, so I didn't want to bother you."

Qin Yuhe: "If I hadn't come back today, how were you planning to get out of the police station?"

Song Xinya: "Let's reconcile with the other party."

Qin Yuhe: "Wouldn't that just be letting those three bastards get away with it?"

Song Xinya: "Yes, it will indeed benefit those three bastards. Fortunately, Mr. Qin, you are back."

Her eyes were filled with adoration as she looked at him.

She looked up and kissed his lips again.

Qin Yuhe let her peck and kiss him without making any further moves.

Song Xinya didn't receive a response, nor did she care; she knew he didn't like kissing.

She looked down and fiddled with the black diamond platinum watch on his wrist.

Qin Yuhe's cold, deep voice reached her ears: "Where did you sleep last night?"

Song Xinya: "At the hospital."

Qin Yuhe: "With whom?"

Song Xinya: "Jian Yiyi, her grandmother, and Chen Siyan."

Qin Yuhe: "How did you sleep?"

Song Xinya: "Each person has their own small bed."

Qin Yuhe: "How is the small bed arranged?"

Does he care how the bed is arranged?

The beds are separate, and we don't sleep together. Does he mind?

Song Xinya replied truthfully, "Jian Yiyi's bed is inside, I'm in the middle, and Chen Siyan's bed is outside."

Qin Yuhe: "Next time, don't let Chen Siyan get close to you. Of course, it would be best if there never was a next time."

Song Xinya lowered her head and said, "I've got it."

Qin Yuhe looked at her with her eyelashes drooping. Was she unhappy?

She was unhappy because he wouldn't let her get close to Chen Siyan.

Just then, bang bang bang—the sound of knocking on the car window rang out.

The car window rolled down, revealing Chen Siyan's face with a bright white smile.

He doesn't get many opportunities to see President Qin, so he made a special trip over today to show his appreciation.

"President Qin, I am Chen Siyan."

Qin Yuhe: "I have a deep impression of you."

Chen Siyan was overjoyed, and her smile became even brighter.

"Mr. Qin, I was with Teacher Song all night."

Qin Yuhe's voice escaped through clenched teeth: "I...know."

Chen Siyan: "President Qin, you're busy with work and often travel for business. Don't worry, I'll definitely take good care of Teacher Song while you're away."

Bang! Qin Yuhe closed the car window.

Chen Siyan got a nosebleed.

Huh? We were having a good conversation, why did Mr. Qin suddenly close the car window?

What's so hard to understand? Chen Siyan thought about it for a moment and then figured it out.

President Qin was so moved that he couldn't speak.

Chen Siyan felt even happier and started humming a little tune.

A Rolls-Royce drove by, splashing him with rain.

Inside the car, Qin Yuhe leaned back in his seat with his eyes closed.

On the surface, he appears aloof and handsome, but in reality, his heart is in turmoil.

Reason told him that it was normal for his wife to have business dealings with men at work, which was within the scope of normal social interaction.

But he felt uncomfortable whenever he saw a man with her.

He has always been very self-disciplined and rationality always prevails, but this kind of displeasure can easily overwhelm his rationality, like a volcanic eruption, suddenly and violently gushing out.

Last night, when he heard Chen Siyan say, "Yes, yes, your wife is with me now," he immediately booked a plane ticket and flew back from Shanghai in the middle of the night.

This morning, upon hearing that she had been arrested and taken to the police station, he braved the heavy rain to go to that remote and narrow alley, going from house to house to search for evidence.

He walked along a long alley from south to north, knocking on the doors of every household, and finally found evidence: one household had installed a camera in their yard, which captured evidence of the floral shirt's wrongdoing.

These things could have been done by someone else, but Qin Yuhe insisted on doing them himself.

Any little thing that happens to her can affect his heart.

There are still many urgent matters in Shanghai that require his attention.

He's sitting next to her now, and he doesn't want to go back.

Song Xinya leaned against the other side of the car window. Seeing that Qin Yuhe had his eyes closed, she sat quietly, not wanting to disturb him.

She picked up her phone, looked down, and clicked on an educational consulting app to answer students' questions about how to improve their grades.

Qin Yuhe's voice came through my ear: "I have to return to Shanghai in half an hour."

Song Xinya, playing the sensible and understanding wife, said, "Work is important, Mr. Qin, you should go and get busy."

Suddenly, the phone was taken away and Qin Yuhe put it aside.

His gaze was fixed on her, and he said to the driver in a deep, cold voice, "Raise the partition."

Song Xinya's heart suddenly raced.

The moment the partition was raised, Qin Yuhe grabbed Song Xinya's waist with both hands and pulled her onto his lap.

His burning hot hands grasped her snow-white thighs and parted them.

She straddled his lap.

His thin lips pressed against hers.

His kissing style is consistent with his behavior in bed.

Absolute dominance.

Strong control.

Ruthless and domineering.

However, when they are in bed, he will first give her a long and gentle prelude.

As she softened, her body went limp, and she melted into his tenderness, he pounced on her fiercely and devoured her whole.

This time, he was very fierce from the start of the kiss.

Song Xinya's lips were swallowed whole by Qin Yuhe, her soft lower lip pressed against his teeth, causing her a slight pain, and she made soft, muffled moans.

He didn't let go of her; instead, he kissed her even more fiercely.

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed, unable to resist her husband's kisses.

Every time Song Xinya kissed Qin Yuhe, she felt inadequate and unable to handle it.

It's strange, Qin Yuhe is someone who doesn't like kissing, but every time he does kiss, his kissing skills are so good.

He gripped her slender, delicate neck with one hand and pressed her down hard with the other.

A thick fog descended upon Song Xinya's mind, leaving her completely bewildered.

At this moment, she was oblivious to everything around her, only experiencing sensory pleasure.

She obediently opened her mouth, letting him invade and overstep his bounds.

His lips and tongue were very warm, and the tip of his tongue roamed in her mouth as if she were holding a mouthful of hot water.

It's too deep.

Every nerve in Song Xinya's body was tingling, and she felt as soft as water, flowing downwards.

Qin Yuhe held her up, preventing her from collapsing limply.

Song Xinya slapped the hand that was choking her neck in an attempt to stop it.

But it didn't work.

He penetrated even deeper.

His tongue probed into her throat...