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

Song Xinya trembled and froze instantly.

"Mr. Qin, please don't..."

Qin Yuhe's fingers, intentionally or unintentionally, caressed the skin on her side.

"What, you can't touch your own wife?"

Song Xinya's hands, supporting her on the bed, were curled up, her slender white fingers gripping the sheets tightly.

The sheets that had just been smoothed out began to wrinkle again.

"OK……"

Qin Yuhe's large hands caressed her even more freely, slowly moving down her graceful waistline and toward her buttocks.

The fingers moved nimbly, like a snake crawling across the surface, and the touch was hot and burning.

His fingers traced the graceful curve between her waist and hips. Just before touching her buttocks, Song Xinya rolled over on the bed. A delicate fragrance wafted by, like rose petals swirling. Her dark hair was spread out as she lay on the sheets.

"Mr. Qin, please take a lunch break."

Qin Yuhe's hand was empty.

He lay down beside her, and the two of them lay side by side together.

Every time Song Xinya lay in bed with him, her heart would race like a rabbit. She couldn't fall asleep unless he exhausted her.

In contrast, Qin Yuhe always slept exceptionally well whenever he lay down with her.

But today was a little different. Qin Yuhe didn't fall asleep immediately. He kept his eyes open and lay there for a while before saying to her, "I need to go on a business trip this afternoon."

Song Xinya, who had been keeping her eyes closed, suddenly opened them, her eyes sparkling: "Really?"

The joy in his voice was palpable.

Qin Yuhe turned to the side and looked at her face, seeing her eyes shimmering with tiny lights.

Tsk.

"You seem quite happy that I'm going on a business trip?"

This was different from what he had seen in TV dramas and books, where when other couples were about to separate, the woman would have tears in her eyes and be reluctant to part.

She, on the other hand, was hoping he would leave.

Qin Yuhe thought for a moment and asked, "Do you have a problem with me?"

Song Xinya: "No."

Qin Yuhe: "What did I do that you're not satisfied with?"

Song Xinya: "You're so energetic, and you lasted a really long time."

Qin Yuhe: "Isn't this an advantage?"

Any man who hears this will smile.

That is indeed an advantage.

That's right, Qin Yuhe's strengths in this area are overemphasized.

Song Xinya asked, "Could you please not use so much force in the future, and shorten the time?"

Qin Yuhe understood why she was hoping he would leave.

She was scared of him.

Qin Yuhe thought about it carefully and then said, "This is similar to eating. If you always eat very little, your appetite will be small. If you always eat a lot, your appetite will be big. People with small stomachs don't stay small forever. As long as you eat more, you can stretch your stomach. The reason you think I'm too energetic and take too long is because we haven't done enough. Let's practice more in the future, and you'll get used to it."

Song Xinya: "……………"

Song Xinya: "!!!!!!!!!"

How come, as we were chatting, he not only didn't reduce the dosage for her, but actually increased the intensity?

Hearing this made her lower back ache.

Qin Yuhe checked the time and said, "I'll be going to Shanghai on a business trip for a while. I'm not sure how long I'll be staying. After the project is finished, I'll help you 'expand your appetite' when I get back to Beijing."

Song Xinya: "...Okay."

Qin Yuhe smiled playfully, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

He straightened up, sat up, and looked back at her: "I'm leaving."

Song Xinya, assuming he would finish his afternoon nap before leaving, asked in surprise, "Now?"

"Hmm," Qin Yuhe got out of bed and straightened his shirt cuffs.

Song Xinya propped herself up on the bed with both hands and sat up: "I'll take you."

Qin Yuhe placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back onto the bed: "I can see you're tired. Lie down and rest. You don't need to see me off."

Song Xinya blinked and smiled gently at him: "Okay."

Qin Yuhe pinched her cheek with his fingers, then stood up and left.

The huge bedroom was now empty except for Song Xinya.

Time passed second by second, and his breath gradually faded.

When Qin Yuhe was around, Song Xinya couldn't sleep. Now that he's gone, she lies in bed, tossing and turning. When she closes her eyes, she can't see him, but he starts to appear in her mind.

I couldn't fall asleep either.

Lunch break was over, and Song Xinya returned to the company.

This afternoon she was going to tutor the little devil Qin Yuyan, and she sat at her workstation organizing the textbooks and test papers she needed to bring.

After gathering all her belongings, she was about to set off when Chen Siyan slid his chair into her path: "As your direct superior, I must kindly remind you that the little devil has endless tricks up his sleeve, so you must be prepared in advance."

Chen Siyan sized up Song Xinya, who was wearing a bodycon skirt today, and said, "I suggest you bring a pair of pants with you, just in case."

Song Xinya asked, puzzled, "Why do we need to bring a pair of pants?"

Could that little devil really forcibly strip her skirt off?

She recalled how Chen Siyan had been pranked by the Little Devil, and something came to mind when she asked, "When you went for your interview to be the Little Devil's tutor, did she pull down your pants?"

Recalling his tragic and humiliating experience, Chen Siyan, who was originally an optimist, turned into a pessimist.

Song Xinya was really curious about how the little devil had messed with him back then.

She bent down and leaned closer to him, lowering her voice to say, "Manager Chen, please tell me quietly what you went through back then. Don't worry, I promise I won't tell anyone."

Chen Siyan: "Don't give me that. You just want to see me make a fool of myself and have some fun. Don't think I can't see through you."

Seeing that he wouldn't talk, Song Xinya slung her bag over her shoulder and said, "Fine, don't tell me then, I'm leaving."

Her colleagues cheered her on, saying, "Teacher Song, good luck! Win over the little devil!"

Song Xinya: "Okay, I'll try my best. The day I win over the little devil, I'll treat you to milk tea and fried chicken."

Colleagues cheered, "Wow, we can't wait for Teacher Song's milk tea and fried chicken!"

As Song Xinya approached the company entrance, she ran into Zhao Yinian.

"Is Teacher Song going to tutor Princess Qin?"

Song Xinya replied calmly, "Yes, President Zhao."

Zhao Yinian: "For your own good, I have to tell you this from my own experience: don't think that just because you weren't kicked out by Princess Qin yesterday, you won't be today. There were others like you before, who thought they would keep winning after winning on the first day, but they were driven away by the princess before they even stayed by her side for three days."

Song Xinya looked at Zhao Yinian and said, "Even if I fail in the future, I'm still better than someone who hasn't won a single day."

Zhao Yinian's face turned ashen.

Chen Siyan grinned as he watched Zhao Yinian's discomfitured expression.

Serves you right, you have so many bad intentions, aren't you afraid of having a child with cross-eyed eyes?

Chen Siyan: "President Zhao, Ms. Song is, after all, one of our company's employees. We're all from the same root. Why are you so eager to turn against her? As the leader, how can you not want your subordinate to do well? What's wrong? Are you afraid that Ms. Song will take your position as general manager away?"

Zhao Yinian glared at her: "If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."

Chen Siyan stretched out his hand and sang loudly: "When you see injustice on the road, you should roar out; when it's time to take action, you should take action."

Zhao Yinian: "One of the company's rules and regulations is to respect leaders. If you can't do that, I have the right to dismiss you."

Chen Siyan: "Oh, I just remembered, two companies contacted me today, wanting to poach my online live-streaming talent. Mr. Zhao, if I really leave, won't the company's online course sales performance be zero? Won't it be difficult for you to explain to Mr. Qin then?"

Zhao Yinian stopped talking and walked back to her office with her head down.

Chen Siyan whistled and gestured with his chin toward Song Xinya, saying in a cocky tone, "Little sister, I've got your back."

Song Xinya said "Salt Bro is awesome" and left with a smile.

The moment she stepped out of the Qin Group headquarters building, her phone beeped with a message notification.

Qin Yuhe sent her a message—