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

Why was he so concerned about the marks on her buttocks...?

Considering Qin Yuhe's previous behavior of searching for moles on her body...

Song Xinya thought for a moment and replied, "Most men have some fetishes. I guess Qin Yuhe's fetish is that he likes women with moles on their buttocks."

Tian Tianquan: "That's really unfortunate. I personally removed that little black mole that used to be on your butt."

A year ago, Song Xinya got drunk and went to the wrong room, spending a passionate night with a man she didn't know. At the time, she was out of her mind, all her reason was crushed by madness, and all her senses were occupied by pleasure. She admitted that she was very happy at the time.

Afterwards, she was scared.

One reason is the fear of getting sick.

Secondly, she was afraid that the video of her and that man would be leaked.

Regarding the first point, she went to the hospital for a full physical examination afterward, and had another one six months later, and another one a year later. All the examination results were normal, and she did not contract genital warts, syphilis, or AIDS. Thank goodness.

Regarding the second point, Tian Tianquan gave her some advice: "Baozi, your appearance and figure have undergone tremendous changes. The only recognizable feature is the little black mole on your butt."

Her skin was snow-white, and a round black mole was located in the fullest part of her buttocks.

It's so memorable that it's hard not to notice it.

Tian Tianquan works at a plastic surgery hospital and is a plastic surgeon. Removing a mole is a piece of cake for her.

After personally removing Song Xinya's mole, in order to prevent Song Xinya from having a scar on her buttocks, Tian Tianquan specially formulated a scar-removing ointment for Song Xinya based on her physical condition.

Therefore, only a faint mark remains on the spot where Song Xinya had the small black mole on her buttocks.

The color is almost indistinguishable from normal skin, so most people wouldn't notice it.

Unexpectedly, Qin Yuhe still found out.

Tian Tian's words, though rough, were true: "Ya Ya, even if your husband finds out, don't be afraid. Your appearance has changed, you've lost weight, and your mole is gone. To give you the worst-case scenario, even if a video of you and that man from a year ago were circulated on porn sites and Qin Yuhe saw it there, he wouldn't recognize you as the woman in it."

Song Xinya: "Qin Yuhe probably doesn't browse adult websites."

Tian Tian laughed: "Which man doesn't look at porn sites? In the internet age, if a man can't even find porn sites, you should never date him, because his IQ is probably below average."

"What's wrong with you? You don't study normally, and on your wedding night you're planning to have a woman teach you how to do things with a woman?"

Straightforward but reasonable.

Tian Tian patted Song Xinya on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I browse various porn sites every day now, and I haven't seen any videos of you and that man leaked."

Tian Tianquan looked incredibly moved by her own actions: "My dear, for you, I, a decent young woman, have been browsing porn sites every day and have turned into a delinquent little pervert."

Song Xinya: "Come on, even if it weren't for me, you browse those websites every day."

Song Tingye walked towards the two of them and asked curiously, "What websites does Sister Quan Quan visit every day?"

Tian Tianquan said without changing her expression, "Study the Great Nation."

Song Tingye gave a thumbs up: "My sister, you're such a positive role model!"

Tian Tianquan: "Absolutely! While others exude a pleasant fragrance, I radiate the light of righteousness."

Song Tingye: "Excellent! A role model for us all! I will learn from Sister Quan Quan from now on!"

Although Tian Tianquan doesn't have much of a conscience, she still has some: "Forget it, you'd better not learn from me."

Don't lead the child astray.

At this moment, Qin Yuhe walked over with a hot water bottle in his hand.

Tian Tianquan: "You should go and learn from your brother-in-law. He's handsome, has beautiful hands, is tall, has a good waist, good kidneys, and good stamina. He's a ready-made role model. You should learn more from him in the future."

Qin Yuhe: "What are you talking about?"

Song Tingye: "Sister Quan said you're handsome, have beautiful hands, are tall, have a good waist, good kidneys, and good stamina. She told me to learn more from you in the future."

The tea that Tian Tian had just drunk was sprayed all over Song Tingye's face with a "pfft".

She stood up and ran off, saying, "I'm going to the restroom."

Song Tingye wiped the water off his face: "I'm going to the restroom to wash my face too."

The living room became quiet.

Qin Yuhe sat opposite Song Xinya, his dark eyes fixed on her without blinking.

Song Xinya lowered her eyelashes, picked up her water glass, and tactically drank water.

The rose tea had soaked her soft lips, making them glossy and shiny, like petals covered in morning dew.

She explained, "I never told Tian Tian that you have a good waist, good kidneys, and good stamina."

Qin Yuhe: "How did she know?"

Song Xinya's gaze swept over him; he had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his white shirt was stretched into a rugged, muscular shape, making him a classic inverted triangle.

"It's obvious at a glance, after all, you have a great figure."

Qin Yuhe raised an eyebrow, his eyes sparkling with pleasure.

Many people compliment his physique, and it doesn't usually sound like much, but when she says it, it sounds incredibly sweet.

His gaze traveled down from her snow-white neck.

He had measured her body with his hands, so he naturally knew: "You have a great figure too."

Some people have the ability to change their language in an instant.

Images flashed through Song Xinya's mind: large, veiny hands grabbing and kneading wantonly and forcefully.

She intended to put the water glass on the table, but then she raised her arm again and buried her head in her water.

A touch of crimson fell onto her earlobe.

Qin Yuhe leaned down, his handsome face close to her ankle.

He held the cuffs of her pants with his fingers, his movements slow and steady, folding them up one by one.

Inevitably, the hard, hot finger bones scraped against her skin.

Once her ankle was fully exposed, Qin Yuhe grasped her calf and placed her injured leg on his thigh.

A hot water bottle was placed on her still somewhat swollen ankle.

Qin Yuhe pressed his palm firmly against the hot water bottle, applying heat to her while chatting with her: "Why are you wearing pants today?"

Song Xinya: "Wearing pants is convenient."

Even though she knew he would apply a foot compress to her feet, she still wore a skirt every day, and every time she lifted her leg, she would cover the middle of the skirt with her hand, which seemed a bit pretentious.

Qin Yuhe: "Wearing pants isn't convenient either."

Almost reflexively, Song Xinya thought of something else, her cheeks flushing: "I can change into a dress after we get back to the bedroom."

Qin Yuhe looked up at her and said, "What I mean by inconvenience is that your ankles are always constricted when you wear pants, which will cause you pain. That's the kind of inconvenience."

Song Xinya's face turned even redder, and she muttered softly, "Why do you always say things that make people think the wrong things? Are you doing it on purpose?"

Qin Yuhe said, "I am not."

He lowered his head and continued applying the hot compress, his long, straight eyelashes drooping down, obscuring the fleeting smile in his eyes.

The morning sunlight streamed obliquely through the glass window, neither too intense nor too dry, but just the right amount of warmth, bathing the two of them in its glow.

Time seemed to slow down suddenly; it was warm and comforting.

This is what Tian Tian Quan saw when she came out of the restroom.

Handsome men and beautiful women sitting together, whatever they do is pleasing to the eye.

While being captivated by the beauty of the scene, she was utterly astonished—

Rumors circulate that Qin Yuhe, the son of a prominent figure in Beijing's elite circles, suffers from severe obsessive-compulsive disorder and mysophobia. So who is this man in front of you, holding his wife's feet and applying a foot compress?

As Tian Tianquan looked on in astonishment, Qin Yuhe noticed her and looked over at her.

Men are creatures who are obsessed with saving face. They may cook for women at home, but in front of outsiders, they will definitely boast that their wives cook for them.

When Tian Tianquan saw Qin Yuhe looking over, she paused for a moment, thinking to herself, "It would be a bit embarrassing for a scion of a prestigious family to be seen applying a foot massage to his wife."

As she was about to pretend she hadn't seen him and look away, Qin Yuhe nodded at her, his gaze showing no sign of unease or discomfort, but rather open and honest.

Qin Yuhe does not think that being good to his wife is a shameful thing. Taking care of his wife is a man's responsibility and obligation.

For twenty minutes, Qin Yuhe's phone kept ringing and sending message notifications. He was such a busy person, he naturally had a lot of work to do, but he ignored it all. He just held her feet in his palm and carefully and attentively applied the hot compress.

After the hot compress was finished, he stood up and said, "I have some things to take care of in my study. Call me if you need anything."

Song Xinya replied understandingly, "Mr. Qin, you can go ahead and do your work."

The tall, handsome man disappeared through the study doorway.

Tian Tianquan walked up to Song Xinya with her arms crossed: "Oh my, the two of you are so lovey-dovey, it almost gave me diabetes!"

Song Xinya: "I have medicine, do you want to take it?"

Tian Tianquan: "For severe diabetes, medication is no longer effective; I need to inject insulin eight times a day."

Song Xinya: "Eight meals a day, even someone with late-stage diabetes can be turned into hypoglycemic. Even the King of Hell would have to bow down to you."

Tian Tianquan: "That's great. I can take over the entire underworld and become a civil servant in the Heavenly Court. I couldn't get a government job while I was alive, but I'll get a secure job after I die."

She looked at Song Xinya's ankle and said, "It seems to be almost fully healed; the swelling has gone down a lot."

Song Xinya said with a smile, "Mr. Qin gives me a hot compress every day."

Tian Tian pointed upwards with her finger: "Baby, look what's floating in the sky?"

Song Xinya looked up at the sky, puzzled.

Tian Tianquan: "It's all because of you that I'm showing off our love."

She stood up and smoothed the wrinkles on her thighs: "I was worried that you had sprained your ankle and no one would take care of you, so I came to see if you needed any help. Now it seems that President Qin is taking very good care of you, so I won't stay any longer. I'm leaving."

Song Xinya urged her to stay, saying, "Have lunch before you leave."

Tian Tian Quan: "What's the point of having lunch? I'm already stuffed from eating dog food."

Before leaving, Tian Tianquan whispered to Song Xinya, "Girl, I sincerely suggest that when you do 'that' with President Qin in the future, try to avoid doing it from behind. Otherwise, he'll keep staring at your butt, and if he does it too often, he might discover that the mark is a scar."

Song Xinya's face flushed red.

She, who had just been trying to persuade Tian Tianquan to stay, suddenly pushed Tian Tianquan out, saying, "You should leave now."

In those matters, Song Xinya was always the passive recipient; where and what position she was in were all decided by Qin Yuhe.

She neither exerted herself nor stopped him from doing so; she was exceptionally obedient, cooperating with whatever he wanted to do.

However, what Tian Tianquan said made Song Xinya feel that it made sense.

Qin Yuhe seemed to have encountered a tricky situation, and he worked in his study until late at night.

The servants brought in lunch.

At dinner time, Song Xinya carried the meal and knocked on the study door.

She pushed open the door and went inside, where she saw Qin Yuhe sitting at the table.

His fingers tapped on the computer screen, the cold white light shining on his face, making his jawline appear even sharper and his facial contours even more defined.

"Mr. Qin, it's time for dinner."

Qin Yuhe assumed it was a maid and didn't look up until he heard Song Xinya's voice. He then looked up from the computer screen at her.

He looked at her ankle: "Why didn't you have the maid bring it over?"

Song Xinya walked towards him: "I wanted to give it to you myself."

Qin Yuhe's lips curled into a smile.

Song Xinya stood in front of him, looking at his hands resting on the keyboard: "Do you want to eat now, or leave it for now?"

Qin Yuhe took his hand off the keyboard, reached out to her, and took the plate: "Eat now."

She sat beside him while he ate.

I talk to him occasionally and ask him about his work.

"Mr. Qin, are you busy with that project in Shanghai?"

"Um."

"Won't your continued presence in northern Beijing, away from Shanghai to personally oversee the project, affect its progress?"

"It will have an impact."

"My foot is almost healed now, so you don't need to worry. You can go back to Shanghai now."

"I won't reply."

Song Xinya looked at Qin Yuhe, somewhat surprised: "Huh?"

Qin Yuhe lifted his eyelids to look at her.

Song Xinya: "Oh."

Qin Yuhe's pupils are extremely dark, making his gaze appear very deep and profound, captivating yet also giving off a strong sense of oppression.

"I think if you say something about how you don't want me to leave, my appetite will be better."

Song Xinya is not a person who likes to say sweet words, mainly because she has never been in a relationship before and doesn't know how to say them.

But now it seems like President Qin is somewhat interested in hearing about it.

She gripped the hem of her dress tightly with both hands and forced herself to say, "Mr. Qin, actually I really hate to see you go to Shanghai. I feel happier when you're by my side."

Qin Yuhe asked with a flirtatious tone, "What do you want me to do by your side?"

Song Xinya: "I want you to apply foot compresses to my feet every day."

She flirted with him even though he was blind.

Qin Yuhe: "Mrs. Qin, you are so honest."

Song Xinya thought he was praising her: "Mr. Qin, you are also very honest."

After that, Qin Yuhe didn't say another word.

As Song Xinya carried the tray out, she noticed that there was still a lot of food left uneaten.

She's already said sweet words to coax him, so why is he still eating so little?

That evening, Song Xinya went back to her bedroom to rest.

After she finished washing up and lay down on the bed, she looked towards the side where Qin Yuhe was lying.

On his bedside table, I saw an English book, "Wuthering Heights".

The high-quality paper has a raised section in the middle, with a one-yuan coin sandwiched between it, revealing half of the coin's curved outline.

The coin was issued in 2000, with the last two zeros showing.

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