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

While applying the medicine, Song Xinya lay flat on the bed, her skirt bunched up to her waist, her face flushed red, looking quite embarrassed.

She wasn't open enough to be completely open with him.

Qin Yuhe had never applied medicine to a woman like this before.

He thought he had been very gentle, but halfway through, her cherry lips parted slightly, and she let out a soft moan.

She's delicate and charming.

Qin Yuhe's fingers suddenly paused, and the fluffy head lifted from the middle: "Did I hurt you?"

The pain made Song Xinya instinctively look down and meet his gaze.

A blazing fire ignited in the air.

Her eyes quickly looked away as if they had been burned.

"It hurts a little."

Qin Yuhe moved his face closer to the center, his breath hot as he spoke, and remarked, "So delicate."

I don't know if he was commenting on her delicate appearance, or on something else in particular that was delicate.

The application of the medicine didn't take long, but Song Xinya felt as if every minute and second was stretched a thousand times longer, so slow that it made her heart tighten.

Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, leaving a damp stain on them.

"Alright," Qin Yuhe withdrew his hand and blew a breath into it.

Song Xinya felt a jolt, and her heart skipped a beat.

What is he doing? Is he teasing her on purpose?

Qin Yuhe stood up and walked towards the bathroom: "My hands smell like herbs, I'm going to wash them."

Song Xinya pulled down her skirt and sat up. It turned out that he blew on his hands because he thought they smelled bad.

But she didn't see the corner of Qin Yuhe's lips curl up when he carried her on his back.

The medicine worked wonders. After applying it, a cool and refreshing sensation replaced the burning pain, and I felt much more comfortable.

Song Xinya got out of bed, took a few steps, and felt no discomfort.

That's right, wherever she goes, the smell of bitter herbs wafts through the air.

Song Xinya felt like she was a walking herb at that moment.

She was fine by herself, but as she kept smelling it, the scent blended in with the herbal aroma and she couldn't smell it anymore.

But there was another young master in the room.

Song Xinya noticed a beautifully designed glass bottle on the bedside table; it looked like perfume.

She speaks excellent English, but the bottle is printed in French; there isn't a single Chinese character on it.

Song Xinya fully utilized her spirit of exploration, pressed the glass bottle, and with a hiss, a fine mist of water sprayed out, filling the air with a pleasant fragrance.

It smells so good, it must be perfume.

Song Xinya picked up the glass bottle and sprayed it all over the bedroom.

To cover up the smell of herbs on her body, she lifted her skirt and sprayed some on herself.

The room smells wonderful; Young Master Qin should be satisfied now.

The bathroom door opened, and Qin Yuhe came out.

He paused for a moment when he smelled the scent wafting in the air, his eyebrows twitching slightly, as if he had encountered something very interesting.

"What did you just spray?"

Song Xinya: "Perfume."

She sniffed, her smile clear and happy, with a touch of playful smugness: "Now the herbal smell is masked, isn't it?"

Looking at her expression, Qin Yuhe seemed to see three words: "Praise me quickly."

He approached her, bent down, and looked at her eye to eye, his dark, star-like eyes filled with amusement.

"Mrs. Qin, that's not perfume, it's my hairspray."

"........."

Dead silence.

All sounds vanished abruptly, and the surroundings were so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Song Xinya's eyes widened.

That, that, that's not perfume, it's his hairspray!

Hairspray!

雾！

Song Xinya's toes gripped the soles of her shoes tightly: "Why did you put the hairspray on the bedside table instead of in the bathroom?"

Qin Yuhe: "Is it my fault?"

Song Xinya: "I'm not blaming you, it's just that not everyone knows French. Putting hairspray on your bedside table like that is misleading."

"Yeah?"

Qin Yuhe's eyes showed even more interest as he said, "Mrs. Qin, the writing on the bottle isn't French, it's Italian."

Song Xinya: "……………………………"

A three-bedroom apartment isn't enough for her to be stingy with anymore; she can now carve out a whole Balala the Fairy Castle.

Seriously, how can someone be so embarrassed? I wish there was a crack in the ground she could crawl into, or even a dog hole!

Song Xinya was at a loss.

Her cheeks flushed, and her bright features looked somewhat flustered, with a childlike helplessness.

He placed his well-defined knuckles on her head, gently rubbing her head with his calloused fingertips. The pressure was just right, his palm warm, and his touch gentle.

"It's alright. The purpose of perfume is to give a pleasant scent. The room smells wonderful now. Although the process was tortuous, the result was right, and Mrs. Qin was right too."

So the two of them lay there, surrounded by the fragrance of hairspray, and slept through the night.

When Song Xinya woke up in the morning, she felt dizzy and lightheaded from the strong fragrance.

I should have known better than to force myself to stay up last night. I should have admitted my mistake and gone to sleep in another room.

She's still too concerned about saving face.

I wonder how Qin Yuhe slept last night?

Are you all bewildered by the fragrance?

Can President Qin maintain his "Super Brain" work style for a whole day?

Song Xinya came downstairs in her business attire and saw Qin Yuhe sitting at the dining table in a suit and tie, looking as energetic as ever.

It seems that sleeping overnight in the scent of hairspray had no effect on him.

Song Xinya: "Good morning, Mr. Qin."

Qin Yuhe: "Good morning, Mrs. Qin."

Song Xinya checked the time; it was eight o'clock in the morning.

In the past, Qin Yuhe would leave for work at six o'clock in the morning.

"Mr. Qin, were you late for work today?"

"No, I'm waiting for you."

Song Xinya sat down opposite him: "Shall we go to work together?"

Qin Yuhe asked, "Is it not allowed?"

Of course it is possible, but Song Xinya has her own considerations.

As a new employee, she didn't want to be seen as someone who had connections.

No matter who she marries, no matter how rich or successful her husband is, she doesn't want to lose herself; she wants to have her own job and career.

Since she's going to work, she wants to do her job conscientiously, diligently, and step by step.

She has a very clear career plan: to become a C-level lecturer, a B-level lecturer, an A-level lecturer, and a gold-medal lecturer, accumulating enough strength and connections to start her own company.

And she also took back the educational technology company founded by her mother, which had been seized by Li Cuirou and her daughter Zhang Yingying.

Currently, just three years after graduating from university, she has already become an A-level lecturer.

Song Xinya asked, "Mr. Qin, can we keep our relationship private for now?"

Qin Yuhe said calmly, "If you feel that it is more beneficial for you to carry out your work by not announcing it for the time being, I will naturally agree."

Song Xinya knew that many wealthy young men, after marrying their wives, did not allow them to work, believing that their wives would embarrass them by going out and showing their faces in public.

Qin Yuhe's understanding and respect for her work brought a touch of tenderness to Song Xinya's heart.

"but……"

Qin Yuhe looked at her, his voice deep: "If you encounter any difficulties, don't try to bear them alone. You have a husband now. Tell me, and I will help you."