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

When you're hungry, eating will relieve the feeling of hunger.

Kissing is not like that.

I wanted to kiss him, and after kissing him, I got hungrier.

Qin Yuhe kissed Song Xinya on the lips, but a feeling of hunger mixed with emptiness surged into his stomach.

My teeth were itching, and I wanted to tear her apart and eat her.

Song Xinya tilted her head back, her long neck stretching out beautiful lines, and the place where he was pinching her palm turned a pitiful red.

She couldn't take it anymore; her face turned bright red from lack of oxygen, and she begged for mercy, mumbling softly.

Fortunately, Qin Yuhe didn't continue and kindly let her go.

At this moment, the car arrived at the headquarters building of the Qin Group.

Qin Yuhe's kiss had completely exhausted Song Xinya's energy.

She felt weak all over and slumped limply in his arms.

Her chin rested on his shoulder as she breathed heavily.

Her chest heaved violently, pressing against his chest with each thrust.

Qin Yuhe remained calm and composed, his expression aloof and noble, as if the person who had just kissed him so fiercely was not him.

He listened to her rapid, disordered breathing, gently stroking her back with his hand, his casual words tinged with teasing.

"Mrs. Qin, you're panting like you've run 800 meters."

Song Xinya: "It's clearly you who went too far."

Qin Yuhe: "How did I go too far?"

Song Xinya: "No way..."

Qin Yuhe: "What's wrong with that?"

No one ever pushes their tongue into a woman's throat while kissing.

Song Xinya thought to herself, "Is this a kiss? What is he doing? He's already stuck his tongue in my mouth, and he's forcing it down my throat..."

Is this what French kissing is like?

Having never French kissed another man before, Song Xinya had no experience and no one to compare herself to. She wondered if all men in the world kissed in the same way as Qin Yuhe.

As someone with a tongue, Song Xinya could tell that Qin Yuhe's tongue was very long...

Once Song Xinya's breathing had calmed down a bit, Qin Yuhe said, "I really want to hug you a little longer, but time is of the essence, I have to head to the airport now."

Song Xinya looked out of the car; the rain had stopped.

She took two deep breaths, opened the car door, and said, "You can go now; I need to go to work too."

The moment her feet touched the ground, Song Xinya almost fell.

Her legs went weak from Qin Yuhe's kisses.

This is so ineffective.

He kissed her for a short while, and her legs went weak and she couldn't walk.

Qin Yuhe's voice came from inside the car: "Are you alright?"

Song Xinya, supporting her legs which felt like jelly, replied, "I'm fine, I'm perfectly alright."

She took one step forward, stumbled two steps, and almost fell flat on her face.

The man stepped out of the car and walked to Song Xinya's side, his hot body pressing against her, his lingering breath enveloping her.

Qin Yuhe picked up Song Xinya and strode towards the building entrance: "I'll take you to work."

A gentle, faint smile spread across Song Xinya's eyes.

While others take their children to school, President Qin takes his wife to work.

At the entrance to the lobby on the first floor, Song Xinya kicked her legs and said, "Okay, you can leave it here."

Qin Yuhe: "Is there anyone in this company who doesn't know our relationship?"

Song Xinya: "Hugging and cuddling in the company is very damaging to one's image."

Qin Yuhe: "I don't care."

Song Xinya: "Do I care?"

Qin Yuhe put her down, handling her like a piece of porcelain, saying gently, "I will definitely protect your image."

Song Xinya glanced at her watch, knowing he was pressed for time, and said briefly, "Mr. Qin, I know your sudden return from Shanghai must have caused you a lot of work disruption. You are a very good person, and I will remember everything you have done for me."

Qin Yuhe: "After all this talk, why not just give me a kiss?"

He bent down, turned his face to her, and uttered a commanding word: "Darling."

Song Xinya leaned down and kissed him on the cheek.

Qin Yuhe: "If the kiss wasn't loud enough, kiss again."

Song Xinya knew Qin Yuhe's personality to some extent; once he became domineering, he would never give up until he achieved his goal.

She obediently leaned over his face and gave him a loud kiss, the sound so loud it made her feel ashamed.

But Qin Yuhe felt very satisfied.

He straightened up, touched her head with his palm, looked at her, took two steps back, and then turned and left.

Song Xinya was intimidated by his gaze and didn't dare to look up. After he turned around, she suddenly raised her head, looking at him with lingering affection, and watched him leave until the car disappeared from sight.

I thought I wouldn't see him for a long time since he went to Shanghai on a business trip, but I was pleasantly surprised to see him the next day. I was quite happy.

Song Xinya turned and walked into the building, her steps light and quick.

She stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the floor number marked 8.

The moment the elevator doors closed, Zhao Yinian, who had been hiding behind a pillar, stepped out.

She secretly watched Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe being intimate at the door.

Zhao Yinian was utterly shocked.

She couldn't believe it—

It's surprising that someone as aloof and abstinent as President Qin would actually take the initiative to ask Song Xinya for a kiss.

It's surprising that someone as low-key and reserved as President Qin would stand at the entrance of the headquarters building and kiss and hug Song Xinya.

It was astonishing that President Qin, a man who rarely smiled, looked at Song Xinya with such tenderness and affection.

Zhao Yinian felt that Qin Yuhe in front of Song Xinya was a completely different person from Qin Yuhe in front of her.

Qin Yuhe had never looked at her with that kind of gaze.

He had never seen anyone else.

.........

On the 8th floor, Song Xinya sat at her workstation. Chen Siyan asked, "You left the police station earlier than me, so why did you arrive later?"

Song Xinya: "Some things have been delayed."

Chen Siyan: "What's wrong?"

Song Xinya: "It's not convenient for me to talk about my private matters with President Qin."

Chen Siyan looked at Song Xinya's flushed cheeks and gave her a sly smile: "You and President Qin had sex in the car?"

"..." Song Xinya: "Teacher Chen, you don't necessarily have to open your mouth and start talking. You can close it too."

Chen Siyan: "Tsk tsk tsk, such a strong reaction, looks like I guessed right."

"…………" Song Xinya: "A strong reaction doesn't necessarily mean you guessed right. It could also be because you wronged me, which is why I reacted so strongly."

Chen Siyan: "I know you women are shy. Even if you dare to have sex with men in a car, you don't dare to say it out loud."

Song Xinya picked up the cactus on the table: "If you keep babbling, I'll feed you the cactus."

Chen Siyan wisely shut his mouth.

He glanced at his watch and estimated the time; it was less than a twenty-minute drive from the police station to the company.

Twenty minutes...

The average sexual intercourse time for Asian men is 6-8 minutes. Compared to 6-8 minutes, 20 minutes is already excellent.

But that's President Qin, President Qin who excels at everything. It feels like twenty minutes is a bit too short to focus on President Qin.

The key is...

Chen Siyan chuckled. He would spend at least an hour each time, longer than President Qin.

He finally surpasses President Qin in one aspect.

Thinking about it this way, Chen Siyan felt incredibly proud of himself.

.........

Impatient footsteps echoed from the company entrance, their sounds sharp and cold.

Zhao Yinian walked in, her gaze fixed on Song Xinya's face.

Women who are nourished by men and women who are not will look somewhat different.

Song Xinya's face was radiant and full of energy. Her cheeks were like jade that had been soaked in warm water, smooth and shiny, with a faint pink glow. Even without makeup, her complexion was still incredibly good.

Zhao Yinian walked over to Song Xinya and asked, "How did your visit to Young Master Jin's house yesterday go?"

Chen Siyan: "I only visited once. What can I expect? With such a difficult client, you won't get any results without visiting five, six, seven, or eight times."

Zhao Yinian smiled wryly: "So that means it failed."

Chen Siyan: "Failure is the mother of success, but too much failure is the grandmother of success."

Zhao Yinian: "Only losers would believe this. Well, it's true, you must feel bad after you fail, so you have to comfort yourself."

Song Xinya: "President Zhao, you're overthinking it. No matter what I do, I don't consider myself a failure. I either succeed or learn something. If I'm right, I'm successful; if I'm wrong, I'm making progress. Nothing I do is in vain. For me, everything is either something I gain or something I learn."

Clap clap clap clap clap clap—, Chen Siyan clapped his hands.

"Mr. Zhao, listen to this. We are all human, but some people have a vision smaller than a sesame seed, while our Teacher Song's vision is bigger than a watermelon."

Zhao Yinian: "I just told the truth, how did it become related to the overall situation? Teacher Song failed yesterday, how come you can't even listen to a single truth?"

Chen Siyan: "Why are you like this? Didn't you hear what Teacher Song just said? This isn't called failure, it's called learning something. Why do you have to label someone as a failure? What kind of people like to target others? People who are mean-spirited, petty, and of bad character."

Every time Zhao Yinian picked a fight with Song Xinya, Chen Siyan was the first to step in and protect her.

Zhao Yinian glared at Chen Siyan: "You'd better just be Song Xinya's lackey!"

Chen Siyan said with a grin, "Teacher Song is President Qin's woman. I can be her servant. This is a reward. When I burn paper money for her on Qingming Festival, I will tell my ancestors eight generations back about this glorious thing."

The words "President Qin's woman" made Zhao Yinian feel even more choked up.

After driving Mr. Zhao away in anger, Chen Siyan, who suffers from social arrogance, slung his backpack over his shoulder, swaggered around the lobby, and waved goodbye to everyone: "Comrades, I'm going to visit a big client. If this deal goes through, my ride will go straight from an Audi A8 to a Bentley. I'll drive a Bentley, and you'll ride electric bikes. We'll all have bright futures."

"Don't miss me too much, I'm just a legend."

"I kissed you goodbye on an empty street, bye-bye, mua~"

Song Xinya packed her things and prepared to visit her client, the blond young master Jin Ruizhi.

Upon arriving at the Jin family villa, Song Xinya rang the doorbell, and a maid came to open the door.

She looked into the villa and saw an old acquaintance.

.........

I updated a lot today, over 6000 words, and it's being released in two chapters.

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