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

On her first night of marriage, Song Xinya had a wet dream.

She dreamt of that crazy, decadent night a year ago.

The man's hands braced on either side of her body, hot beads of sweat sliding down his forehead, landing on her snow-white, heaving chest, and slowly sliding down her smooth skin, sending a jolt of electricity through her.

The man's voice was deep and resonant, like a strong, aged whiskey. When it reached her ear, the air seemed to ripple with a pleasant buzz.

"Baby, do you know who I am?"

Song Xinya tilted her snow-white neck back, like a fish thrown onto a chopping board, yearning, hoping, and throbbing with excitement; all her pleasure came from him.

She was so moved that her eyelashes trembled like butterflies in the rain, and she hugged his neck tightly with both hands.

No man had ever loved her like this before, as gentle as a spring breeze, yet as fierce as a wild beast.

How could he be so good at that?

He held her in his arms, his embrace broad and warm.

He kissed her lips, kissed away the tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, gently, tenderly, and with affection.

She never imagined her first time would be so perfect.

He's really good at it.

He was so at ease even with a strange woman's body.

Highly skilled.

She was very happy because of him.

She opened her eyes, wanting to see what he looked like.

Then she saw his face—

Qin Yuhe!

"Ah—" Song Xinya woke up with a start.

She dreamt that the man she had been passionately entangled with a year ago was Qin Yuhe!

How is that possible!

How could it be Qin Yuhe!

She got drunk and went to the wrong room, and the man lying inside was none other than Qin Yuhe, the heir of Beijing's elite circle. What a coincidence!

She even dreamed that Qin Yuhe called her baby!

How could Qin Yuhe possibly call her such a mushy nickname?

She must have been attracted to Qin Yuhe because he was handsome and had a nice butt, and she developed inappropriate thoughts about him, using him as material for her erotic dreams.

Song Xinya tapped her head: "Stop imagining things, Song Xinya! You weren't a lecherous person before, how come you're having erotic dreams now!"

Ultimately, she couldn't escape the allure of male beauty and her career ended in disaster.

Beauty can be deceiving; it's all because Qin Yuhe is too good-looking!

Song Xinya jumped off the bed, took a shower in the bathroom, and changed into a clean pair of underwear.

It was still early before she had to go to work, so she put on a sports bra and yoga pants and started exercising.

I did an hour of aerobics, then held figure-eight resistance bands with both hands and did 100 shoulder pulls, and did 50 squats.

The yoga pants she wore accentuated her straight, long legs. The soft, shapely fabric hugged her round, pert buttocks as she squatted, creating a full, juicy peach shape that was both sexy and alluring.

She's now in the habit of exercising every day, and if she doesn't exercise on a particular day, she feels uncomfortable.

Sweat trickled down her fair skin, dampening her loose hair, running down her slender neck, and seeping into her light gray sports bra, leaving a small dark stain.

Song Xinya took another shower in the bathroom, changed her clothes, and then went to the kitchen to steam beef buns.

The beef buns were steamed, and when the lid was lifted, the whole house was filled with their aroma.

Song Tingye woke up at the smell, sprang to his feet, rushed to the kitchen, and reached out his paw to grab the steamed buns.

Song Xinya tapped his hand with her chopsticks: "Wash your hands before eating."

Song Tingye: "What's dirty won't make you sick."

Song Xinya raised her chopsticks again.

Song Tingye raised his hands in surrender: "I'll wash, I'll wash, I'll wash."

The siblings sat facing each other while eating.

Song Tingye is seventeen years old this year and will be a senior in high school after the summer vacation ends.

A teenage boy can eat his father out of house and home. Teenage boys have huge appetites; he can devour a whole pot of steamed buns in less than twenty minutes.

Song Xinya was used to this and steamed two pots.

She was eating slowly and carefully when her phone rang.

It was a call from the nursing home: "Ms. Song, when are you going to pay your grandmother's bill? It's already ten days late."

Song Xinya: "Please give me some more time. My salary was late this month. I'll hand it in as soon as I get paid."

The nursing home said, "Ms. Song, we have given you ten days' grace. If you cannot pay the fees on time in two more days, please take your grandmother home."

My grandmother suffered a mental breakdown due to some events and needs someone to take care of her all the time.

If she stays by her grandmother's side to take care of her, she won't be able to work and earn money, and the family's food and drink will become a problem. If she goes out to work, she won't be able to take care of her grandmother. This is probably the dilemma of loyalty to the country and filial piety in modern times. It's very realistic and helpless.

Over the years, Song Tingye's tuition fees and the expenses of his grandmother's nursing home have all been paid by Song Xinya alone.

Song Xinya ate two bites of the steamed bun, wiped her hands, and stood up. "I'm full. I'm going to work."

Song Tingye looked up at her and asked, "Sister, can you still go to that class?"

That middle-aged man who looks like a roly-poly toy will definitely not let this go.

Song Xinya: "My salary and bonus for this month haven't been paid yet. If I resign, according to company rules, I can get my salary, but I won't get my bonus. I worked so hard to earn this money, so of course I should get it all. I'll wait until I get my salary and bonus before I resign."

Seeing that all the pressure of making money was falling on Song Xinya, Song Tingye said, "Sister, how about I go and get a job to earn money?"

Song Xinya: "You didn't graduate from high school, you're still a minor. What kind of work do you want to do? Even if you're willing to go, no company will hire you."

Song Tingye: "How about I go work illegally at a restaurant washing dishes? I can earn at least two bucks."

Song Xinya leaned over the dining table, reached out her finger, and flicked Song Tingye's forehead.

"Do I need you to wash dishes at a restaurant? What good is the meager salary you earn washing dishes? It's not even enough to buy you three meals a day. I got paid today, so you don't need to worry about money. In a little over a month, you'll be a senior in high school. You need to study hard. Do a couple more practice tests when you have time, and do two more after you finish one. Study as hard as you can, as long as you don't die. Go study!"

Song Tingye covered his forehead and obediently said, "Okay."

Song Xinya arrived at the company on her pink little golden bean.

The moment she walked into the company, she sensed that something was off about the atmosphere.

The people looked at her with a curious and scrutinizing gaze, and there was a sense that they wanted to avoid her at all costs, for fear of getting burned.

baffling.

Song Xinya walked into the office, sat down at her workstation, and wanted to ask a colleague next door with whom she usually had a good relationship what had happened.

Before she could even open her mouth, her colleague stood up and left.

Colleagues are like birds in the same forest; if disaster doesn't strike, they fly away separately.

However, Song Xinya soon found out the reason—

A woman with permed, curly hair stormed into her office, stood aggressively in front of her, pointed her finger at her nose, and demanded in a accusatory tone, "Are you Song Xinya?"

This guy is obviously here to cause trouble.

Song Xinya said, "I'm not."

The woman's fierce demeanor vanished instantly, her curly hair disheveled in the wind.

Song Xinya picked up her textbook and walked calmly toward the door.

She made it to the door without incident.

Just then, General Manager Wang walked over and, seeing Song Xinya, said in a loud and cheerful voice, "Song Xinya, you're here!"

The woman with the curly hair rushed out of the office and blocked Song Xinya's path. She pointed her finger at Song Xinya's nose again: "Stop pretending, you are Song Xinya!"

Song Xinya looked at the unfamiliar woman and said, "Who are you? I don't know you."

The curly-haired woman's words were sharp and cutting, her harsh voice echoing throughout the company: "You may not know me, but I know you, you vixen, you filthy bitch who seduces other women's husbands!"

What was originally a monotonous and dull morning instantly became exciting and colorful. All the employees were invigorated, stopped what they were doing, stood up from their workstations or peeked out to look at Song Xinya.

Hey, what's going on so early in the morning? Is the wife catching her husband's mistress?

Song Xinya remained calm and composed, showing no signs of panic, a stark contrast to Yang Yangjuan's aggressive and red-faced demeanor.

The other woman was clearly a shrew who was yelling and cursing, while she was like a rose that blooms proudly and never fades into the turmoil of a chaotic world.

Song Xinya calmly asked, "Who is your husband?"

The curly-haired man said proudly, "Your boss is General Manager Wang."

Mr. Wang walked over and tugged at the wool roll: "Alright, stop messing around. Let's talk about it when we get home. Teacher Song was just temporarily bewitched; she didn't mean to have a relationship with me."

His words, seemingly speaking in Song Xinya's defense, actually confirmed that Song Xinya had seduced him first.

He shamelessly harassed her, and when his wife found out, he even turned around and accused Song Xinya of seducing him first. This kind of man is both wicked and cowardly, utterly disgusting.

Upon hearing what Boss Wang said, Yang Yangjuan became even angrier. She snatched the textbook from Song Xinya's hand and slammed it heavily on the ground with a loud bang.

"I'm the founder of this edtech company. You're eating the food I gave you and stealing my people. It's a classic farmer and snake story. You're the venomous snake that bit my benefactor!"

"I heard you used to be a 180-pound fat guy, now you're so thin, you must have lost weight for my husband!"

"Someone as ungrateful as you, with a chaotic private life and who seduces other women's husbands, would have been drowned in a pig cage in the old days!"

"You're so young and you're already doing bad things, insisting on being a mistress. You're such a little slut, a whore!"

Wool Curly raised her arm to slap Song Xinya's face.

Song Xinya reached out and grabbed her wrist, then raised her other hand and slapped the curly-haired woman across the face.

The air was silent, everyone was stunned, and they all stood frozen in place.

Mr. Wang stepped forward and said, "Song Xinya, why did you hit someone? No matter what happened, hitting someone is wrong. Apologize to my wife right now."

*Slap!* Song Xinya slapped President Wang across the face.

A couple should be neat and tidy.

Song Xinya looked at President Wang: "Fat head and big ears, greasy face. If you shake your head left and right, you'll get slapped in the face by your own pig ears. You think you have a bit of money and everyone has to grovel before you? You mistake greasiness for elegance and shamelessness for personality. You can't even urinate completely in three separate sips. You look like you have benign prostatic hyperplasia and a short, split urine stream!"

Song Xinya stared at the curly-haired man: "You still love such a disgusting man so deeply. I feel sorry for you, you've never eaten anything good in your life. You're blind to the fact that you treat garbage like treasure. You're happily eating a pile of shit, thinking everyone else is a fly trying to steal it from you. Rotten fish with rotten shrimp, a rotten pot with a rotten lid, your beat-up car is a perfect match for Boss Wang's rotten tires!"

His witty remarks were like pearls, crisp and clear, resounding throughout the company and making everyone who heard them feel very satisfied.

The couple always delayed paying their employees' wages, and the employees had been holding back their anger for a long time. When they heard Song Xinya slapping and cursing the couple, they felt very satisfied and wanted to applaud Song Xinya.

Song Xinya knew that after Yang Yangjuan's outburst today, she definitely wouldn't be able to stay at the company anymore, so she had no scruples and no need to wrong herself any further.

The other employees supported her in their hearts, but since they still wanted to stay at the company, they chose to protect themselves and stood by and watched. Not one of them stepped forward to defend Song Xinya.

Knowing this, Yang Guojuan reached out and tore at Song Xinya's clothes, tearing them apart at the chest with a ripping sound.

Mr. Wang stood aside, coldly watching his wife bully Song Xinya.

Song Xinya is such an arrogant woman; we have to teach her a lesson.

Song Xinya grabbed her clothes at her chest to avoid exposing herself.

The curly-haired girl then started tearing at her clothes around her thighs.

Everyone watched, but no one stood in front of Song Xinya.

Suddenly, a figure pushed through the crowd, charging like a leopard: "Fuck your mother, how dare you bully my sister!"

Song Tingye ran to Song Xinya's side and stood in front of her.

The young man was full of youthful vigor and courage, his determination unwavering and unafraid of worldly conventions. He possessed the purest emotion in the world: no one could bully his sister, and he wanted to protect her.

Song Tingye reached out and grabbed one of the other person's curly hairs, then slammed it heavily to the ground.

The curly-haired girl squatted on the ground, almost splitting her bottom into four pieces.

She looked up at Mr. Wang with a wronged expression: "Honey, look at him."

The moment Mr. Wang saw Song Tingye, the memory of almost having his bones broken last night flooded back, and he turned and ran away.

Song Tingye grabbed President Wang by the hair and slammed him to the ground.

A few strands of soft hair floated in the air and landed on the ground.

Mr. Wang's already thinning hair became even more severe.

Song Tingye and Boss Wang (who also has a curly hair) got into a fight. To be precise, he took on both of them one-on-one and pinned them to the ground, beating them mercilessly.

It was a very enjoyable fight.

Wool Roll and Boss Wang were bruised and battered, but he was unharmed.

The company's employees watched as their boss and his wife were beaten, but not a single one called the police.

Song Xinya: "Give me my salary and bonuses, and I'll resign immediately."

Wool Curl: "You hit us and still want money? Forget about the door, there's no way we'll give you a single penny. Your brother maliciously assaulted us; that's intentional assault. We're going to call the police and have your brother arrested!"

Yang Yangjuan and Boss Wang have been navigating the social world for many years and have built up a considerable network of connections, including many prominent figures in Beijing's high society.

President Wang said to Song Xinya, "You two siblings, just wait. Have you heard of the Qin family? The most powerful and wealthy family in the entire capital. Qin Yuhe, the head of the Qin family, has a very good relationship with me. One phone call from me, and your brother won't be getting out of jail for the rest of his life!"

It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned Qin Yuhe, because the moment he did, Song Xinya remembered that she had a husband with immense power and influence.

Song Xinya: "What a coincidence, I also know Qin Yuhe, and we're very close."

If we're talking about their relationship as husband and wife, they're definitely not close.

But no matter how unfamiliar they are, she is still Mrs. Qin, protected by law, and the first in line to inherit. Isn't that a better relationship with Qin Yuhe than with Mr. Wang, an outsider?

Regardless of whether Qin Yuhe thought their relationship was good or bad, Song Xinya loudly proclaimed this boast.

The woman with the curly hair was full of contempt, and she mocked, "This is the funniest joke I've ever heard all year. If you knew Qin Yuhe, would you still be trying to seduce my husband? You would have been pestering Qin Yuhe long ago. These young girls nowadays are all so incompetent, yet they have such big mouths."

Mr. Wang scoffed, "Song Xinya, you ride an electric scooter to work and claim to know Qin Yuhe, the princeling of Beijing's elite circles? Do you know what that's called? An ant trying to fight an elephant, a fairy wand hitting an atomic bomb—it's a scam!"

Mr. Wang picked up his phone and made a call. When the call was connected, his voice was full of flattery: "Mr. Qin, it's me, Xiao Wang. There's a female employee in our company named Song Xinya. She says she knows you and that you two are very close. Do you think that's true?"

Qin Yuhe's voice came through, deep and mellow, like a glass of red wine that could make you slightly tipsy, with a subtle electric current, and it sounded extremely magnetic:

"That's right, Song Xinya is my wife."

The smile on Mr. Wang's face froze.

The smile on the curly-haired woman's face vanished.

Everyone was astonished, standing there dumbfounded, like idiots.

Song Xinya smiled slightly and called out to the man on the other end of the phone, "Husband."