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

The man opposite seemed taken aback by the word "husband," remaining silent for a long while.

Song Xinya's heart skipped a beat. Oh no, she'd overdone it.

This play is only interesting if he cooperates with her; if Qin Yuhe doesn't say anything, she'll become a laughing stock.

How could someone as noble and aloof as Qin Yuhe lower himself to cooperate with someone else's act?

If I had known, she wouldn't have done that.

Song Xinya was filled with remorse when suddenly she heard Qin Yuhe's deep voice say, "Mrs. Qin, I'm here."

The sky cleared and the rain stopped, and Song Xinya immediately got back to work.

She spoke like a sweet, loving wife, her voice soft and gentle, "Honey, take good care of yourself abroad. I'll cook you noodles when you come back."

Qin Yuhe said, "Okay."

After showing off her "affection," Song Xinya steered the conversation to President Wang: "Honey, President Wang just told his wife that he's going to put my family in jail. I'm so scared!"

Qin Yuhe's voice was cold and icy, exuding authority without anger: "My wife's family is my family. What, Mr. Wang, are you going to harm them?"

Mr. Wang's legs went weak, and he was so frightened that he almost peed himself.

The curly-haired girl was trembling all over, and all traces of her previous arrogance had vanished.

Mr. Wang's voice trembled: "Mr. Qin, I didn't know that Song Xin... Miss Song was your wife. If I had known, I wouldn't have dared to touch them even if you gave me a thousand lives. All the blame is mine, Miss Song is not at fault, nor is her family. Even if we go to jail, it will be me and my family. Mr. Qin, please rest assured, today's matter is wiped clean. Song Xin... Mrs. Qin and her family are both safe and sound."

After hanging up the phone, Song Xinya felt a surge of satisfaction seeing President Wang and Yang Yangjuan walking on thin ice with trepidation.

She asked casually, "Will I finally get my salary and bonus?"

Mr. Wang: "Yes, yes, yes."

Wool curls: "Yes, yes, yes!"

Immediately, Song Xinya received her salary and bonus.

If it weren't for Yang Guojuan's outburst, she might not have received the money so quickly.

Of course, the person we should thank the most is Qin Yuhe.

Mr. Wang and Yang Guojuan stood awkwardly, thinking to themselves, "We've already given her her salary and bonus; it's time for Mrs. Qin, this big shot, to leave."

Song Xinya walked up to the two people in her high heels: "My clothes were torn just now, you have to pay for them."

The man with the curly haircut dared not say he wouldn't compensate, so he asked, "Mrs. Qin, how much did you pay for that dress?"

The dress cost eighty yuan, but Song Xinya blurted out, "Eight thousand!"

Yang Yangjuan didn't dare ask a single question and transferred eight thousand yuan to Song Xinya's account.

Song Xinya walked into the office in her high heels, picked up the stapler, and stapled it a few times on the torn neckline, closing the clothes and no longer revealing any skin.

She led Song Tingye away with a brisk pace, her skirt swaying, her back view graceful, stirring up huge waves on the sea, and then she left with a free and easy air, leaving a group of people staring at her departing figure.

For adults, parting means that once they go their separate ways, they will never see each other again.

The thought that they would never see such vibrant red roses again filled everyone with a sense of loss and sadness.

.........

New York, Wall Street.

In the conference room, there were Chinese people with black hair and black eyes, and white people with blond hair and blue eyes. Qin Yuhe sat firmly in the main seat.

All the executives present knew that President Qin was always serious, stern, and ruthless in meetings, and decisive in his actions.

But today, after receiving a phone call, President Qin's entire demeanor softened, and a smile remained on his lips.

Throughout the meeting, he didn't criticize a single person—a first for a young woman getting married.

The assistant, who had worked for Qin Yuhe for many years, could clearly sense that Qin Yuhe was in a very good mood today.

After the meeting, the assistant asked, "Mr. Qin, you've been busy working and haven't had dinner yet. Now that the meeting is over, what would you like to eat? I'll go buy it."

Qin Yuhe replied, "Noodles."

The assistant looked surprised. Didn't President Qin dislike noodles? Why did he suddenly want to eat noodles tonight?

Assistant: "Pasta?"

Qin Yuhe: "Chinese-style soup noodles".

Assistant: "This can probably only be bought in Chinatown. I'll go look for it now."

My assistant bought a bowl of beef noodles from Chinatown, from a very famous Chinese restaurant where the chef's skills are renowned far and wide.

The lunchbox was opened, and the assistant placed the beef noodles in front of Qin Yuhe.

The beef bone broth is milky white and rich, the beef chunks are stewed until they are reddish-brown and tender, the noodles are smooth and chewy, and it is garnished with fresh green scallions.

Qin Yuhe took two bites and then put down his chopsticks.

The taste of this noodle dish was different from what he had imagined.

He didn't have much of a desire to eat.

Actually, the assistant tasted the noodles before buying them and said they were delicious, but Mr. Qin was clearly not satisfied.

Mr. Qin specifically requested noodles, but after they were bought, he didn't want to eat them. His assistant couldn't understand why.

Qin Yuhe said, "Book me a plane ticket back to China."

The assistant was surprised again: "Didn't you say you were going to stay in New York for six months?"

Qin Yuhe said calmly, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

The assistant nodded and lowered his head: "I wouldn't dare. I'll book a flight back to China right now. Which day would you like to return?"

Qin Yuhe: "Today."

today?!

The assistant was surprised again.

I've only been in New York for one day and I have to go back. What's the point of coming here for just one day?

play.

Moreover, it's 10 PM New York time, the middle of the night, and President Qin is about to return to China.

That's quite a rush.

Is he the King of Haste?

.........

Upon returning home, Song Xinya immediately paid the outstanding fees for her grandmother's nursing home.

There's never enough money, just like there's never enough sleep.

Every time her salary and bonuses were deposited into her account, she felt like she owned the whole world, but before she could even savor the feeling of her bulging wallet, the money was withdrawn from her account.

She hasn't lost weight, but her wallet has.

Song Xinya opened a job search app, and Song Tingye's round head popped out.

"Sis, I heard that jobs are really hard to find these days. Millions of college students graduate every year. I worked so hard to get into college, I don't want to graduate and not be able to find a job."

Song Xinya smiled faintly: "Little brother, you don't need to worry about not finding a job at all. How could you be so lucky as to never work in your entire life? Think about it, is that even possible? Do you have the kind of good fortune that allows you to never have to work in your entire life? You're dreaming."

After being given a dose of "poisonous chicken soup" (a metaphor for overly pessimistic advice), Song Tingye suddenly understood and gave Song Xinya a thumbs up: "Sister, you're absolutely right!"

Song Xinya waved at Song Tingye: "You're almost a senior in high school, stop hanging around in front of me, go do your practice tests."

Song Tingye said happily, "I've finished all the summer homework the teacher assigned."

"Oh—, really?" Song Xinya drawled, a sly glint in her eyes, and said, "You arrived at my company so promptly this morning, were you following me the moment I arrived?"

Song Tingye: "Of course, that Boss Wang is fat and greasy, with a pair of small eyes that are lecherous and looking around. I knew he wouldn't say anything good, so I was worried about you going to work alone. I've been keeping watch at the entrance of your company so I can rush in immediately if anything happens."

Song Xinya: "Little brother, you're so good to me, shouldn't I reward you properly?"

Song Tingye: "Okay, okay."

Song Xinya took out a gift bag and solemnly handed it to Song Tingye with both hands: "This is a gift for you, sister."

Song Tingye excitedly took out the gift—

Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation

Song Tingye tilted his head back and made a spitting blood gesture: "Pfft—"

Song Xinya: "Don't rush to cry, I have another gift for you."

She pulled out another bag: "Ta-da! Sixty sets of test papers!"

Song Tingye clutched his heart, looking as if he had suffered a severe blow: "I, ah, ahhh, pfft—"

Song Xinya: "Little brother, are you happy to receive this gift?"

Song Tingye: "So happy, so happy, I'm almost dying of happiness!"

Song Xinya: "Since you're so happy, go back to your room and do your homework."

Song Tingye hung his head dejectedly: "Okay."

"My little brother is so well-behaved," Song Xinya thought, and generously took out her phone to order him a Mixue Ice Cream at full price.

.........

In one day, Song Xinya browsed all the relevant job postings on recruitment websites.

But I didn't immediately submit my resume.

Finding a job is like finding a husband; choosing the wrong job is like choosing the wrong person. Marrying someone you don't like and still having to live a stable life is like going to a funeral every day—it's an incredibly painful feeling.

Song Xinya first saved the suitable job postings. The next day, she filtered the saved job postings again, sorted the companies from highest to lowest, selected a few of the best companies, and started submitting her resume.

She has an excellent academic background, graduating from a top-tier 985 university, has rich work experience, outstanding business skills, and is well-known in the education and training industry. As soon as she submitted her resume, she received a call from the company to invite her for an interview.

Song Xinya wore a white shirt, a black pencil skirt, and her long, black hair was tied in a low ponytail. She also wore delicate and appropriate light makeup.

As she walked out of the house with her bag and headed downstairs, she received a call from Li Cuirou.

"Hey, Xin Xin, how did your blind date go the other day?"

Song Xinya: "My blind date happened two days ago, why didn't you wait until after the New Year to ask me about it?"

These past two days, Li Cuirou has been busy comforting Zhang Yingying and hasn't had time to pay attention to Song Xinya.

That day, Zhang Yingying sat in the coffee shop waiting for Qin Yuhe, from nine in the morning to nine at night, but she didn't see anything.

When she got home, she threw herself into Li Cuirou's arms and cried bitterly.

"Mom, didn't you say Qin Yuhe would definitely show up at the coffee shop? I waited for him for twelve hours, longer than my workday! Why didn't he come?"

Li Cuirou: "President Qin is so busy with work, it must be because of work-related matters. Don't be discouraged. As long as the position of Mrs. Qin is vacant, you still have a chance."

Zhang Yingying sobbed, "Mom, you need to hurry up and find a matchmaker again, give the matchmaker some gifts, and arrange another blind date for me and Qin Yuhe as soon as possible. I'm afraid if we wait any longer, Qin Yuhe will marry another woman."

Li Cuirou: "Marriage isn't like sterilization. You can't just get married whenever you want. President Qin is very picky. How could we possibly get married so quickly?"

Zhang Yingying: "If only I had Qin Yuhe's WeChat, I could chat with him every day, greet him and care about him, and try to get closer to him."

Li Cuirou: "Does anyone have President Qin's WeChat? Even your father doesn't have it. We even have to rely on intermediaries to communicate with the Qin family."

Zhang Yingying was heartbroken after finally getting a blind date opportunity, but she didn't get to meet Qin Yuhe. She was filled with anxiety and couldn't get out of her disappointment for two whole days, fearing that another woman would steal Qin Yuhe away.

Li Cuirou has been spending the last two days with Zhang Yingying and hasn't thought about Song Xinya.

I thought of Song Xinya today because I needed to discuss business with that fifty-year-old divorced woman with two children.

Li Cuirou: "Xin Xin, has that business partner taken a liking to you?"

Song Xinya: "Whether he likes me or not is not important. What is important is that I don't like him."

Li Cuirou laughed: "You, a fat man weighing 180 pounds, actually picked one."

Zhang Yingying: "It's one thing for other people to be beautiful and have a good figure, that's their advantage. What do you have? You're all fat, as round as a ball, and so ugly. What do you have to be picky about?"

Song Xinya stabbed the other person in the heart: "You're not much to look at either. Look, Qin Yuhe doesn't even like you."

Zhang Yingying's emotions, which had just begun to calm down, collapsed again, and she nearly suffered a heart attack due to the stress at such a young age.

Li Cuirou: "Song Xinya, what are you saying?"

Song Xinya: "To be honest."

Zhang Yingying felt even more heartbroken.

Li Cuirou: "You don't need to worry about Yingying's affairs. You should take care of yourself first. If you marry that fifty-year-old man with two children, my business deal will be successful."

Song Xinya: "If you want to sell your daughter for personal gain, go sell your own daughter! You didn't give birth to me, you didn't raise me, and you just want to sell me for money? You're a human trafficker. You're already so old, can't you be a little more mature? You think I would do something that doesn't benefit me at all? You're really like a honeycomb briquette reincarnated, full of unexpected schemes."

Song Xinya hung up the phone and had already arrived on the first floor.

She wore a long, bodycon skirt today, reaching her calves, so she didn't have to worry about showing too much skin. She rode her electric scooter like the wind on the road.

.........

The interview went very smoothly. Song Xinya answered all the questions asked by the company fluently and had her own unique insights.

Finally, when it came to salary and benefits, HR tried to lower Song Xinya's salary, saying that the current economic climate was not good and every company's profits were lower than before, so they would not give her a raise and would give her the same salary as her previous job.

Song Xinya's previous salary contract was signed three years ago. After three years of growth and transformation, her current salary has far exceeded that amount.

When talking about her ideal salary, Song Xinya was not embarrassed at all and openly stated how much she wanted.

An interview is a two-way selection process. The company is evaluating her, and she is evaluating the company. It's not enough for the company to be satisfied with her; she also has to be satisfied with the company.

Song Xinya said to HR, "The basic salary must be at least 8,000 yuan higher than the previous company. If it's lower than that, I won't accept the job."

The HR department replied that she couldn't make the decision herself and needed to consult with her superiors, and told her to go home and wait for news.

As a seasoned professional, Song Xinya naturally understood what the other party meant.

While keeping an eye on the job, continue interviewing other candidates. If you find a better candidate, hire that person; if not, go back to hiring her.

Song Xinya didn't think there was anything wrong with it, because this was a common tactic used by the company.

This is also a common tactic used by job seekers.

She doesn't just submit her resume to this one company, nor does she only interview with this one company. She interviews with several companies at the same time and chooses the one with the highest salary to join.

After a day of interviews, Song Xinya went to the supermarket, bought some groceries, and rode her electric scooter back to her neighborhood.

This is an old residential area with a lot of elderly people. As soon as she entered the gate, she saw several old ladies gathered together, gossiping enthusiastically.

"That car parked in front of Building 13 looks really nice. It seems to be some kind of luxury car. What's it called again? Oh right, Morse code."

"Whose relative is this? They're so rich."

"I watched the Morse code car as it entered the neighborhood, but no one got out of the car."

"We waited from dawn till dusk; this car has been parked at Building 13 for three hours."

Song Xinya stopped her electric scooter in front of Building 13.

She glanced at "Morsley," but it was already dark, and she couldn't make out the license plate.

No matter how expensive the car is, it's not her car, so it has nothing to do with her. She turned around, picked up a bag of groceries, and walked into the stairwell.

"Song Xinya".

Someone called her name; the voice was deep and magnetic, like a stream formed by melting snow from a high mountain—clear and transparent, yet containing a gentle warmth.

Song Xinya turned around and saw the Rolls-Royce door open, and Qin Yuhe stepped out.

He stood opposite her, wearing a white shirt and black suit pants, his posture upright, tall and handsome.

The dim yellow light overhead shone on his face, casting shadows of light and shadow on his handsome and refined features, making him appear even more three-dimensional, mysterious, and alluring.

Song Xinya could hardly believe her eyes. In surprise, the plastic bag in her hand fell to the ground, and a bright red tomato fell out, rolling around on the ground and stopping in front of Qin Yuhe's black leather shoes.

Qin Yuhe bent down, picked up the tomato, and handed it to Song Xinya.

His fingertips brushed against hers, hot and tingling, the touch like a feather tickling her heart, making her heart and fingers tremble.

Even though the tomato was cold, Song Xinya felt her palms burning as she held it in her hand.

She looked up at him, her dark eyes flickering, and asked, "You...aren't you in New York?"

Qin Yuhe looked into her eyes and said, "I've come back to find you."

The temperature seemed to have suddenly risen several degrees, and Song Xinya felt a bit hot.

Did he fly all the way back from New York just to find her?

Song Xinya asked, "Is there something about work you want to tell me?"

"It has nothing to do with work."

Qin Yuhe: "You said you'd make me noodles when I got back, so I'll eat noodles."