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

President Qin's sudden display of innocence...

Song Xinya couldn't bring herself to refuse.

It's like installing a camera directly facing the bed, so he can watch you every night while you sleep, see your butt when you change clothes, or even come out naked after a shower and give him a live nude performance. It's not a big deal, right?

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During the brief moment of silence that Song Xinya endured, the camera was installed.

The installer said, "Madam, are you satisfied with the installation?"

Song Xinya touched the camera; it was installed so securely that she couldn't pull it off.

On the other end of the camera, Qin Yuhe was watching his wife through the monitor, a slight smile playing on his lips as he uttered two words: "Satisfied."

Suddenly, the woman's face on the screen loomed closer, as if pressed against the screen—

Song Xinya pressed her face against the camera, blinked, and her long eyelashes fluttered lively.

On the other end, Qin Yuhe seemed to feel the subtle airflow caused by her blinking eyelashes brushing against his face, causing a tingling, itchy sensation.

Song Xinya: "Is this camera turned on?"

The technician said, "Probably not. The camera was just installed. Mr. Qin shouldn't be that fast."

Song Xinya: "That's good."

After her master left, Song Xinya closed the door, stood in front of the bed, and began to change her clothes.

Anyway, the camera wasn't on, right? She started taking off her nightgown.

The soft, silky fabric draped down her fair, smooth skin, across her slender waist, over her round, full buttocks, across her supple, shapely thighs, across her slender, straight calves, and finally rested at her pinkish ankles.

Women cannot sleep wearing bras.

Having been confined all day, one can naturally do whatever is comfortable at night.

Song Xinya was completely naked at this moment.

The woman's body was snow-white, with a curvaceous figure and graceful curves.

She stood by the bed and put on her clothes one by one.

The close-fitting fabric wraps around every beautiful part, while the outer garments conceal the alluring curves.

After getting dressed, Song Xinya walked towards the door. As she passed the camera, she tapped the camera's head with her finger.

On the other end, Qin Yuhe's phone seemed to experience an earthquake, the screen shaking violently.

The office door opened, and the assistant walked in: "Mr. Qin, your breakfast is ready."

The assistant looked up and saw Qin Yuhe, then paused, surprised. "Mr. Qin, why are you sweating so much?"

"The air conditioning in the room is set quite low, how come you're still so hot?"

Qin Yuhe glanced at the breakfast he had brought over: hot milk, hot steamed buns, hot shrimp and steamed egg, and hot ham and egg rolls.

"Ice water."

Assistant: "Mr. Qin, you previously instructed that drinking cold drinks in the morning is bad for your stomach, so I specifically didn't get you any ice water."

Qin Yuhe: "I need ice water now."

The assistant paused slightly, then said, "I'll go get it for you now."

Why is he drinking something iced so early in the morning? What did he do? Why is he running a fever again?

.........

Before Song Xinya went to work, she said to Song Tingye, "Xiaoye, teach Yanyan all the math knowledge from the third year of junior high school today."

Song Tingye: "No, sister, the little princess is too slow. She won't be able to learn so much at once."

Qin Yuyan took a big bite of a watermelon, a watermelon seed sticking to her fair face: "I'm just not good at studying, but I'm very smart when it comes to spending money. No matter how much money I have, I can spend it all wisely and not have a penny left."

Song Tingye: "You're really born to spend money."

Qin Yuyan: "I won't shed a single tear for love, but I can't sleep at night because of money."

Song Tingye: "Finally, I've found something even emptier than my wallet—that's Qin Yuyan's brain."

Qin Yuyan: "Don't wrong me. I asked the God of Wealth what talents I have, and he said, 'Child, you don't have any talents. You only have wealth and billions.'"

Song Tingye chuckled, reached out and pinched off the watermelon seeds stuck to her face. When his fingertips touched her skin, it felt soft and smooth, even better than the boiled egg he had eaten that morning.

"It's fine if you just live your life as a good-for-nothing who only knows how to spend money, and you can be happy and carefree every day."

Qin Yuyan: "What if I don't know how to make money?"

Song Tingye: "I'll take care of you."

*Slap!* Song Xinya slapped him on the head.

"You don't even have ten yuan in your pocket, yet you dare to brag. How are you going to support yourself? Are you going to make that girl eat chaff and wild vegetables with you every day? You're so young, but you're making all sorts of boasts. You want me to support you? Ugh—my stomach is protesting against you."

Song Tingye covered his head: "Sister, hitting people is wrong. Please stop attacking your precious little brother."

Song Xinya picked up the book and tapped him on the head again, thud—

"Stop being glib and be more down-to-earth. Start teaching the little princess math problems."

Song Tingye took out a notebook he had prepared beforehand: "I stayed up half the night last night and compiled all the key points of junior high school math for the three years. I guarantee I can teach the little princess everything."

Qin Yuyan also took out a notebook: "These are good words and phrases I've copied, biographical material, and writing tips. I'll teach Xiao Ye how to write compositions."

Song Xinya looked at Song Tingye and said, "Teach Yanyan all the junior high school math problems, and I'll cook you a whole cow feast."

Song Tingye's eyes lit up: "Wow, wow, wow! A whole cow feast!"

Just listening to it makes my mouth water.

Song Xinya looked at Qin Yuyan: "Teach Xiaoye how to write essays. Next year, I will invite your grandparents, parents, your brother, and me, the whole family, to celebrate your birthday together."

Qin Yuyan's eyes lit up: "My whole family is celebrating my birthday with me! That's wonderful!"

The two children's enthusiasm was ignited, and without Song Xinya saying anything more, they lay down on the table and began to study.

.........

Song Xinya didn't go to the company today; she went directly to see a client, the blond young master, Jin Ruizhi.

On the way, I arrived half an hour late due to traffic.

As soon as her car arrived, Jin Ruizhi immediately ran out of the house.

"Teacher Song, you're finally here! I thought you weren't coming, and I was just about to call you!"

Song Xinya said without any attempt to hide her feelings, "The contract hasn't been signed yet. I haven't even gotten my hands on this big piece of meat yet, so how could I bear to part with it?"

Jin Ruizhi: "Let's go see Jian Yiyi again today."

Song Xinya: "What do you want to do by going to find Jian Yiyi?"

Jin Ruizhi: "I didn't do anything, I just stood by and watched her, and that made me happy."

Song Xinya: "It's not enough for you to be happy; you have to make the other person happy too."

Jin Ruizhi rolled up his sleeves: "I grind tofu for her every day, I do all the chores for her every day!"

Song Xinya: "You have to do the work, but there's another aspect you need to improve."

Jin Ruizhi: "In what aspect?"