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

"Wow, look! There's a beautiful woman over there, a stunning beauty, the kind that could topple kingdoms!"

Inside the Rolls-Royce, the driver pointed at Song Xinya and showed her to his assistant.

The assistant looked up, her eyes also widening in awe at the stunning beauty.

"It's absolutely gorgeous!"

He had followed Qin Yuhe to countless high-society events, socialites, and noble ladies, and had seen all kinds of beautiful women, but none of them were as beautiful as the woman in front of him.

This woman was stunningly beautiful, with captivating eyes and a charming allure. Her red skirt swayed in the wind, and she was like a blazing, bright flame.

Like the bewitching nine-tailed fox in "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio," whose beauty is beyond compare.

Qin Yuhe is known for being aloof, strict, picky, and abstinent.

He went on at least eighty or a hundred blind dates, and every single one of them had a top-notch face and figure, but President Qin didn't find any of them appealing.

Some he rejected without even meeting them, just by hearing their names.

So for this blind date, Grandma Qin didn't tell Qin Yuhe which family's daughter she was, and just let him go on a blind date without knowing the details.

Driver: "This woman is so beautiful, Mr. Qin should like her, right?"

Looking at the bright and flamboyant red figure, the assistant replied, "President Qin doesn't like this type of woman. He prefers gentle and reserved women. Besides, President Qin dislikes red the most."

The driver, a married man with experience, said, "The ideal type is never a type, but a feeling. If you really meet someone you click with, you don't care if they're a cuckold or a mung bean, you'll like them no matter what type they are."

Assistant: "Let's make a bet. I bet President Qin's blind dates this time are like the chives in the field every winter—one crop after another turns yellow."

Driver: "I bet Mr. Qin will succeed in this blind date."

The assistant had been by Qin Yuhe's side for many years and believed he knew President Qin very well, so he was very confident about this bet.

"The bet is: whoever loses pays the other ten thousand yuan. How about it? Are you in?"

The driver trusted his experience and intuition: "Let's gamble."

The two of them peered into the coffee shop, closely watching the outcome of their blind date.

.........

Qin Yuhe sat in booth number 6. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating his angular face. He wore a white shirt and a black suit, his back straight, his demeanor elegant, and he was bathed in a golden glow, handsome and dazzling.

Nowadays, most people play on their phones when they have free time, but Qin Yuhe doesn't have that hobby. He likes to read books in his spare time.

On the table was a book written entirely in English, which translates to "Wuthering Heights" in Chinese.

His long, elegant fingers turned the pages of the book, and a line of English text caught his eye—

Only do not leave me in this abyss, where i can not find you.

The Chinese is—

Don't leave me in a hell without you.

For Heathcliff, the world without Catherine was hell on earth.

Qin Yuhe has never been in a relationship, nor has he ever fallen in love with any woman.

I have reservations about the intense, fiery love that Heathcliff, the male protagonist, has for Catherine, the female protagonist.

Can a man really develop such deep love for a woman?

Qin Yuhe now believes it is not the case.

Due to his complicated background and family history, he was taught from a young age that men should prioritize their careers and family honor, and that indulging in romantic love is a waste of time.

In their circle, arranged marriages are the most common.

He lived for the purpose of consolidating his social status, solidifying his social capital, complementing each other's resources, expanding his social circle, and maintaining his family's honor through marriage.

Qin Yuhe's gaze moved upwards along the line of text and saw a coin, its back facing up, with the year of issue printed below the national emblem: 2000.

It was left to him by the woman who slept with him.

He doesn't usually use bookmarks, but uses this coin as a marker and carries it with him at all times.

The well-defined fingers picked up the silver coin, the rough texture emanating from the fingertips.

A year has passed, but he still vividly remembers the feel of her hand when he touched her.

Her skin was smooth and delicate, soft as a cloud, and felt like warm silk to the touch.

She was very sensitive; every time he touched her, it would make her tremble with excitement.

Beneath him, she was like a petal battered by a rainstorm, trembling delicately, helpless and pitiful. Her sobbing was so beautiful that it aroused him to thrust even harder.

Her body was covered in his marks.

At that time, the two of them stayed up all night and kept going until eight o'clock in the morning, exhausted but thoroughly satisfied.

A ray of sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains and fell on her hips.

Before Qin Yuhe closed his eyes and fell asleep, he saw a black mole on her buttock.

There is a small, very round black mole in the middle of my right buttock.

Her skin was very fair, and the round black mole stood out brightly against her snow-white skin, giving her a bewitching sexiness that was both alluring and seductive.

This was the only point of identification she left him.

If this mole were on her face, he would recognize her at a glance when he met her.

But since it's located on her buttocks, if he wants to recognize her, he'll not only have to make her take off her pants, but also her underwear.

Can a woman take off her underwear at will?

The location of this mole is really awkward.

He'll probably never find that woman in his entire life.

As Qin Yuhe's thoughts raced, the table was bumped heavily, causing ripples to spread across the coffee cup.

A woman in a white dress twisted her ankle and fell onto his table.

The woman's head hit the number plate on the table with a loud thud.

The license plate became loose, and after rotating it half a turn, the 6 became a 9.

The woman looked up and saw Qin Yuhe's face. Her eyes lit up, and her voice became soft and coquettish as she said ambiguously, "I'm so sorry, sir. Let's add each other on WeChat. I'll definitely apologize to you properly later."

Qin Yuhe lowered his head to read, his voice cold and devoid of warmth: "Things that can be explained today don't need to be postponed."

The woman, having made a fool of herself, stood up.

She noticed that the number plate had changed from 6 to 9, but because she had just been rejected by Qin Yuhe, she turned and left without reminding him.

.........

The coffee shop door was pushed open, and Song Xinya walked in.

A summer breeze swept through the room, rustling the pages of books on the table, creating a loud, clear sound in the quiet coffee shop.

The hot wind blew on Qin Yuhe's face, filled his white shirt, and ironed his smooth skin.

He turned and looked towards the doorway.

At the same time, Song Xinya looked at him.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Song Xinya's breath hitched.

It turns out that men can be more beautiful than women.

The moment their eyes met was like a slow-motion freeze in a movie; everything else blurred, the surrounding light focused solely on them, and only they were clearly visible to each other.

The moment she saw him, it was as if the rose in the corner had glimpsed the light of a young man.

The moment he saw her, it was as if he had spotted a single rose amidst a thick fog.

Song Xinya's gaze followed Qin Yuhe's face to the number plate on the table: Table 9.

He was her blind date.

It's very different from what Li Cuirou said.

The question flashed through my mind.

Black cat or white cat, as long as it catches mice, it's a good cat.

She would never be picky about a scumbag, but she would never let go of a high-quality man.

Good things are like seats on the subway; if you don't grab them, someone else will.

Song Xinya pouted her delicate red lips, her bright smile radiating captivating charm as she walked towards him.

Her long, black, wavy hair fell smoothly down, swaying gently with her steps.

The red dress clung softly to her body, accentuating her slender waist and revealing her long, fair legs through the slit.

Snow-white skin, red dress, swaying gracefully.

Qin Yuhe looked at the woman who kept walking towards him and realized for the first time that someone could wear red so beautifully.

The red color was still striking, but he didn't find it dazzling.

The sound of high heels clicking on the ground stopped, and the woman's unique fragrance wafted into his nostrils.

Song Xinya sat opposite Qin Yuhe and said bluntly, "I'm here for a blind date today."

Qin Yuhe: "Me too."

He closed the book, the coin with the number 2000 printed on it was tucked between the pages.

"Song Xinya".

"Qin Yuhe".

The two people exchanged names.

Song Xinya's eyelashes drooped as she picked up the coffee on the table and took a small sip. A layer of white foam clung to her rosy lips, which then vanished, leaving a thin layer of watery sheen.

She appeared calm and composed on the surface, but inside she was in turmoil.

The Qin family!

Qin Yuhe!

Who in Beijing's elite circles doesn't know the Qin family? Who hasn't heard of Qin Yuhe, the heir to the Beijing elite circle?

The name Qin Yuhe represents money, power, status, and—

unattainable.

Countless socialites from wealthy families wanted to curry favor with Qin Yuhe, using various means and connections to try and meet him, win his favor, and marry him to become the first lady of Beijing's elite circles.

But all those socialites from wealthy families failed.

A year ago, Song Xinya heard Li Cuirou say that she was trying to get close to Old Mrs. Qin so that Zhang Yingying and Qin Yuhe could have a blind date and that Zhang Yingying could marry Qin Yuhe.

Song Xinya smiled knowingly. If she guessed correctly, Qin Yuhe's blind date this time was Zhang Yingying.

Li Cuirou arranged a blind date for her with a 50-year-old divorced man with two children, while arranging a blind date for her own daughter with the most prestigious man in Beijing's social circle. This was not only favoritism, but also a humiliation.

Unexpectedly, by a twist of fate, Song Xinya bumped into Qin Yuhe.

The coffee cup made a crisp sound as it was placed back on the saucer. Song Xinya looked over at Qin Yuhe, her gaze sweeping over him.

The white shirt had a very high-quality feel, and his broad shoulders stretched it out to create a strong silhouette, highlighting the curves of his chest muscles with just the right amount of tension.

The sharp silhouette narrows down from the shoulders, and the hem of the white shirt is tucked into the black suit trousers, disappearing into the mysterious area.

It looks like they know how to do it.

Song Xinya suddenly felt thirsty, so she picked up her coffee cup and took another sip.

At the same time, Qin Yuhe was also sizing up Song Xinya.

She was very fair-skinned, with a pure, translucent, and delicate whiteness that was free of any impurities.

He looked at her with his deep, dark eyes and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

He looked into her eyes and asked, "Have we met before?"