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

Qin Yuhe stood in front of the car door, his innate alertness making him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, as if a gaze was lurking in the shadows, secretly watching him and Song Xinya.

He pressed the spoon against her soft, rosy lips and then lifted it away, looking at Song Xinya and asking, "Do you feel anything is wrong?"

Song Xinya looked into the carriage.

In the corner, a person wearing a black hat, black mask, and black glasses shrank back, turned their face inward, and hid in the crowded throng.

Song Xinya: "It seems like nothing's wrong."

Qin Yuhe glanced around the carriage, his gaze lingering for a moment, a fleeting smile playing on his lips.

"laugh--"

Song Xinya: "What's wrong?"

She followed Qin Yuhe's gaze.

"Tsk—"

Qin Yuhe: "You discovered it?"

Song Xinya: "Mm."

Neither of them paid any attention to the person in the corner; they treated him as if he were invisible.

Sitting for too long is uncomfortable, and standing for too long is tiring.

Time passed by, and the sky gradually darkened.

Song Xinya sat in her seat, her body swaying with the train. After a long day of travel, it would be a lie to say she wasn't tired. Her head was bent against the back of the seat, and she fell asleep.

The space was cramped, and her body was curled up. She should have been relaxed when she fell asleep, but because she was sitting and the chair was at a 90-degree angle, her body could not fully relax even when she was asleep.

Her head, which was leaning against the back of the chair, was tilted to one side.

His head traced a downward arc against the back of the chair before crashing to the ground.

A slender yet strong hand supported her head.

Song Xinya opened her eyes groggily, her eyes glistening with moisture, and her voice was soft and sweet from just waking up: "Qin Yuhe."

She wouldn't call him by his full name if she was conscious.

Qin Yuhe hummed in agreement, his voice soft: "Come with me."

Song Xinya: "Have we arrived at the station?"

Qin Yuhe: "No, I booked a sleeper berth."

Song Xinya's eyes sparkled: "Really?"

Qin Yuhe: "When have I ever lied to you?"

He pushed the luggage with one hand and held her hand with the other as they walked forward.

The two figures gradually disappeared into the distance, and the people in the corner became anxious. Where were they going?

Song Xinya glanced back and said, "He's following us."

Qin Yuhe: "If that idiot wants to follow, let him."

The two people arrived at the sleeper car.

Song Xinya glanced around: "A bed?"

Qin Yuhe: "I've been refreshing the page, and there's only this one bed available right now."

Song Xinya thought of him, a pampered young master, who had come with her to suffer in this harsh environment, so she said, "Go to sleep."

Qin Yuhe placed his hands on her shoulders and pressed her down onto the bed: "You sleep."

Song Xinya: "And you?"

Qin Yuhe: "I'll sit next to you and keep you company."

Song Xinya: "I have a good idea. I'll sleep in the bed for the first half of the night, and you can sleep in the bed for the second half. That way, we can both get a few hours of sleep in bed."

Qin Yuhe suddenly exerted force on her shoulder, pushing her down onto the bed.

He knelt with one leg on the ground and the other squeezed between her legs, his powerful and domineering hormonal aura overwhelming her.

His deep, cold voice was kept very low, only audible to the two of them: "Listen to me, you sleep in the bed, I'll stay next to you. If you don't agree..."

His gaze followed her face and then glanced into her neckline.

She was breathing rapidly, her full breasts rising and falling with each breath.

"I'll put my hand inside your clothes and touch you."

A blush of peach blossom pink spread across Song Xinya's cheeks as she pulled the blanket next to her over her chest.

Qin Yuhe smiled, got off her, and straightened up.

Song Xinya covered herself with the blanket to calm herself down, and after a while, she fell asleep.

She lifted her slender legs and moved the blanket covering her to the side.

Qin Yuhe noticed that her cheeks were flushed and her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.

It's summer now, and the train carriages are already crowded and hot. Even if you're just sitting there doing nothing, you'll still sweat.

Qin Yuhe sat beside her, holding a fan, and fanned her all night.

When Song Xinya woke up the next day, she felt like she had slept very well and that she felt completely revitalized.

Just before she opened her eyes, Qin Yuhe closed his fan.

Song Xinya asked him, "Did you sleep last night?"

Qin Yuhe said, "I slept sitting next to you all night."

Song Xinya examined his expression: "It doesn't seem like it."

Qin Yuhe: "Do I look terrible?"

Not bad, still handsome enough to make one's heart flutter, but Song Xinya: "He doesn't look as radiant."

Qin Yuhe: "If you do it with me right now, I'll be full of energy immediately."

Song Xinya punched his shoulder: "You're talking nonsense again."

She jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

When the car arrived at the terminal, Qin Yuhe carried the luggage in one hand and held Song Xinya's hand with the other.

Stepping out of the station, one is greeted by desolate mountains and fields, filled with barrenness.

Song Xinya checked online: "It's time to take the bus now."

Qin Yuhe: "I won't sit there."

Song Xinya: "To get to Bilao Mountain, you have to take a bus."

Qin Yuhe: "I remember you get carsick. The shabby bus, the rugged mountain road, sitting in it felt like sitting in a washing machine, mixed with the sweat of everyone else on board. Could you stand that kind of environment?"

Song Xinya: "If I can't stand it, I'll throw up. Just bear with it, and it will pass."

"Don't stay up," Qin Yuhe said. "The Qin Group has a branch in this city. I've already arranged for staff to pick us up. We can go there in a luxury car."

Song Xinya exclaimed in surprise, "The Qin Group even has a branch in such a remote little city?"

Qin Yuhe: "The Qin Group's businesses span the globe."

Song Xinya: "President Qin is amazing!"

Qin Yuhe: "You should say, 'Your husband is awesome.'"

Song Xinya: "My husband is so awesome."

Qin Yuhe turned his head to look at her and chuckled, "You shouldn't have said, 'Honey, you're so awesome.'"

"A comet is hitting the Earth! President Qin is awesome!" Song Xinya joked, pointing ahead, "Look, your employees have arrived."

Song Xinya was able to recognize at a glance that the group of people in front of her were Qin Yuhe's employees because—

Amidst this group of people dressed in shorts and flip-flops, a group of people ahead, just like their boss, were dressed in white shirts, black suits, and ties, all impeccably dressed.

In fact, Qin Yuhe did not require them to dress like this or to be so formal; it was their own initiative.

After all, the emperor was far away and the mountains were high, so it was a rare opportunity to "meet the emperor," and one had to dress up carefully.

Before arriving, the employees went to a barbershop together and got their hair styled in a 2:8 parted slicked-back style.

Their hair was all so smooth, as if it had been licked by a calf.

What a bunch of "human scum".

Qin Yuhe and Song Xinya walked over, and a strong scent of hairspray wafted into their nostrils—it smelled amazing.

One of the men with slicked-back hair wanted to sit in the car with Qin Yuhe and Song Xinya, but unsurprisingly, President Qin refused.

The car sped along the highway. Qin Yuhe closed his eyes to rest, while Song Xinya sat quietly without disturbing him.

He fell asleep halfway through, his head tilted to the side.

Song Xinya sat on the inside, gently stroking his face with her palm, pulling his head to the inside so that he could lean on her shoulder.

Qin Yuhe is busy with work and always has many things to deal with, so the time the two of them can spend together 24 hours a day is not much.

Jian Shuibing's abduction of Jian Yiyi gave Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe some time alone.

Song Xinya turned her head and secretly sized up Qin Yuhe. His long, straight eyelashes drooped down, casting a shadow on his pale skin. His thin, red lips were not tightly pursed as usual, but naturally closed. When he was asleep, he didn't look as noble, aloof, and unapproachable as usual. He looked like he had a kind of... soft and sweet appearance.

The word "soft and gentle" isn't quite right; he was leaning on her shoulder, fast asleep, and had an alluringly harmless look about him.

It makes you want to pinch him, touch him, and kiss him.

Song Xinya pressed her lips to his forehead and gently kissed him.

You've worked hard, Qin Baobao.