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

[Mrs. Qin, we've been apart for four hours, and you haven't sent me a single message.]

Looking at the message, Song Xinya pondered for a moment: Had President Qin's account been hacked?

[I haven't sent it to you before]

In Shanghai, in the CEO's office, Qin Yuhe sat in his office chair, his shoulders broad and his back straight, his slender fingers tapping on the screen.

He said with a serious expression, "[Both of us can go about our own business when we have free time, but we must remember to keep in touch regularly.]"

Looking at this passage, Song Xinya could imagine Qin Yuhe's expression; it would definitely be serious and formal.

At these times, Song Xinya felt like his employee.

Oh, right, she was originally his employee.

Song Xinya tapped her finger and replied with two words: [Received]

An ellipsis appeared above Qin Yuhe's head.

[Mrs. Qin, my current identity is that of your husband.]

Song Xinya: [I know]

After a moment of silence, she sent two more words:

[husband]

The two sticky words, "husband," are used by Song Xinya. Since getting married, she can count the number of times she has called Qin Yuhe "husband" on one hand.

I wonder if other women feel the same way as her, that they feel ashamed every time they call their husbands "husband".

Qin Yuhe: [Hmm]

Although she couldn't see Qin Yuhe's expression through the screen, Song Xinya felt that Qin Yuhe's mood had improved.

She thought the conversation was over, but then music started playing and Qin Yuhe called.

Song Xinya's heart skipped a beat, and she pressed the answer button hard with her finger.

A man's voice came through, low and deep, with a faint electric current, sounding magnetic and alluring.

"Mrs. Qin, what are you busy with?"

Looking at the white and tender tofu in her hand, Song Xinya replied, "Eat tofu."

Qin Yuhe narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them: "Whose?"

Song Xinya: "Tofu."

Qin Yuhe: "A man named Tofu?"

Song Xinya truly admired Prince Qin's thought process; how could he always imagine that he was being cuckolded?

She took a picture of the tofu in her hand and sent it to him.

"The kind of tofu I'm eating."

Qin Yuhe's slightly narrowed eyes relaxed, he smiled, and said, "I also like to eat this kind of tofu."

When Song Xinya wanted to ask him if he was tired from work, she heard him say:

"Mrs. Qin, I prefer your tofu."

Song Xinya blushed slightly; he could just blurt out such flirtatious remarks without thinking.

In fact, Qin Yuhe didn't think he was talking nonsense; he believed he was telling the truth.

Song Xinya glanced at the passenger seat: "Mr. Qin, there is a minor sitting next to me."

Qin Yuhe: "Is your brother or my sister?"

Song Xinya: "Neither, just a client."

Qin Yuhe: "He's just a stranger. So what if he hears it? I don't know him, and I don't care."

President Qin doesn't engage in internal strife at all.

Song Xinya: "I know him."

Qin Yuhe: "OK, I won't say anything more."

Song Xinya: "Go ahead and do your work. We can talk again when you get home in the evening."

Qin Yuhe: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Song Xinya put her phone back in her bag, looked straight ahead, and avoided looking at the minor in the passenger seat.

But this does not mean that minors should be let off the hook.

Jin Ruizhi looked her over and said, "Teacher Song, why are you blushing when you're on the phone with a man?"

Song Xinya: "Close your mouth, give your tongue a break."

Jin Ruizhi continued, "Who was that man just now? You act completely differently in front of him than you do in front of us."

Song Xinya: "How is it different?"

Jin Ruizhi: "You're as shy as a water lily in front of him, but as fierce as a she-devil in front of us."

Song Xinya: "You little devil, did you eat some chewing gum? How come you can't stop talking?"

Jin Ruizhi wanted to speak again, but Song Xinya said, "I won't teach you how to date tomorrow."

Jin Ruizhi kept his mouth tightly shut.

Song Xinya first sent Jin Ruizhi back, and then returned to the Forbidden City.

The car stopped at the entrance of the hall, and she called into the house, "Xiao Ye, Yan Yan, come out and move the melons."

I used to work as a "criminal investigator" at the wet market, and the melons I bought were still in the trunk of my car.

Song Tingye and Qin Yuyan ran out and stood next to the trunk.

Song Tingye: "Sis, why did you buy so many watermelons?"

Qin Yuyan: "My sister-in-law loves us and bought this food especially for us."

Song Xinya patted Qin Yuyan's head: "You must keep this narcissistic personality. Narcissistic people are more likely to feel happy."

Qin Yuyan: "Didn't my sister-in-law buy these melons especially for us?"

Song Xinya: "If you think so, then I am."

Song Tingye carried a large watermelon in each hand and walked into the house: "Hey, you two badgers, shut up and help me move the watermelon."

The three badgers worked together to carry all the watermelons from the trunk back into the house.

After the meal, Song Xinya did not forget to inquire about the two children's academic progress.

"Song Tingye, how was teaching Yanyan math today?"

Song Tingye: "My God, please don't mention this. I knew her foundation was weak, but I didn't expect it to be this bad. Forget high school, she can't even do middle school math problems. She can't solve a quadratic equation even after being taught eight times. People usually appear wise but are actually foolish, but in her case, all that's left is stupidity!"

Song Xinya: "Yanyan, how was your tutoring of Xiaoye's Chinese problems?"

Qin Yuyan: "I feel like I should take him to the hospital for a brain CT scan to see how much water is in his brain. The topic was 'I have regrets,' and he wrote 'I have plum blossoms,' praising plum blossoms in a long and splendid 800-word essay. As soon as he sees an essay topic, his IQ drops to the horizon, so low that even ants would avoid him!"

Song Xinya: "Did Yanyan finally learn how to solve quadratic equations?"

Song Tingye: "I've learned it."

Song Xinya: "Did Xiao Ye eventually learn to write an essay titled 'I Have Regrets'?"

Qin Yuyan: "I've learned it."

Song Xinya: "You two can continue teaching each other tomorrow."

Back in the bedroom, after washing up, Song Xinya lay on the double bed wearing a purple, erotic lingerie with holes cut out on both sides of her breasts.

With a soft "ding," she received a message from Qin Yuhe.

[Mrs. Qin, I'd like to buy a security camera and install it in the bedroom. Do you agree?]