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

A news article once sent Qin Yuhe a message about knowledge about sex.

One sentence in particular left a deep impression on him.

It's said that after a woman gives birth, her libido decreases, so she won't let a man touch her.

When a woman has a child, her focus shifts to the child. At this time, the man becomes like an air fryer to her; she only thinks of him when she needs him.

When a man asks his wife for intimacy, he might hear the following:

[If not today, try tomorrow]

[Tomorrow, I'm too tired today.]

Why do you keep thinking about this? Let me get myself mentally prepared.

[Weekend, I have time on the weekend]

[My period is coming, my back hurts, my breasts hurt, don't touch me]

[My period has started]

[Not clean yet]

[I'm not in the mood, I won't move, you do it yourself.]

[If not today, try tomorrow]

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, how many tomorrows there are! After a month, the couple had zero sexual encounters.

Qin Yuhe frowned. Could this miserable life be what he would have to live from now on?

Song Xinya gently raised her head and glanced at Qin Yuhe, noticing that his expression was not good.

She poked his chest with her slender white finger: "Mr. Qin, that's not what I meant."

Qin Yuhe: "What do you mean? I don't quite understand. Please explain clearly."

Song Xinya coughed and said, "Actually, being with Mr. Qin is quite blissful in that aspect."

Qin Yuhe looked down at her face and saw that her cheeks were flushed and her beautiful eyes were glistening with a thin layer of shy moisture, which did not seem like she was lying.

For a couple to stay together for a long time, communication is essential.

He was open and honest, expressing his innermost thoughts so that his wife could truly understand him.

"I believe that sex is a very important part of a marriage. If two people are in bed just because I am the father of the child and you are the mother of the child, such a marriage is too cold. Sex is not everything in a marriage, but a marriage without sex is just a facade."

"Mrs. Qin, I want you to have sex with me for more than just having children; I want you to enjoy the pleasure of it."

"If I don't do well enough, you can point it out. Just like getting to know two people from being strangers to becoming familiar, this also requires a period of adjustment."

He asked her, "Mrs. Qin, what do you think?"

Song Xinya: "I think you're absolutely right. With your eloquence, it would be a shame if you didn't become a teacher."

Qin Yuhe: "...I'm having a serious discussion with you about married life."

Song Xinya was so embarrassed that her cheeks were burning hot.

Who drives like that, so seriously?

Of course, Mr. Qin didn't think he was making a suggestive joke; he thought he was discussing something very serious with her.

Marital life, a very serious matter, uh...

Song Xinya buried her face in Qin Yuhe's chest, her fair and supple arms wrapped around his slender waist, and her soft and charming voice overflowed from his chest: "Mr. Qin, I will listen to you on this matter."

Her obedient and gentle demeanor pleased Qin Yuhe greatly.

The car drove towards the Qin Group headquarters, and the two of them hugged each other the whole way.

At the company entrance, Song Xinya pushed open the car door and got out of the car.

"Wait," Qin Yuhe said, getting out of the car.

His flight was about to take off, and time was of the essence. Song Xinya looked at him, puzzled, wondering why he had gotten out of the car.

Qin Yuhe placed the thermos in her hand and said, "Brown sugar water can replenish your qi and blood. Don't forget to drink it. I've already instructed the servants to make it for you every day while I was away."

Song Xinya smiled gently and reminded him, "Take good care of yourself while you're away on business."

Qin Yuhe placed his palm on her face, his thumb gently stroking her cheek.

An indescribable emotion spread through his chest, fine and sticky, like a sticky spider web, holding back his steps as he tried to leave.

He was never indecisive; he never procrastinated and always acted swiftly and decisively.

He went on a business trip a month ago and left decisively.

When he went on this business trip, he stopped in his tracks and hesitated to move forward.

He stroked her face, his fingers feeling the delicate texture of her skin and its warm temperature.

The sticky, lingering, spiderweb-like emotion in his chest, initially taking shape, gradually became clearer, forming two distinct words in Qin Yuhe's mind—

Reluctant to part with it.

His parents divorced when he was young, and he became independent at an early age. His father's mediocrity, incompetence, and cold-heartedness forced him to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the family before he was even an adult. The treacherous business world and the fierce power struggles in the world of fame and fortune shaped Qin Yuhe's decisive and ruthless character.

The feeling of reluctance was a foreign emotion to him.

A feeling he had never had for anyone before.

He didn't know how to express his feelings for a moment, but his body had its own instincts. His hand, which was on her cheek, gently caressed her, conveying tender and lingering affection.

Song Xinya stood quietly, gazing at him, letting him stroke her.

She wasn't oblivious; she could sense that Qin Yuhe's behavior on this business trip was different from when he left last time.

The Rolls-Royce window rolled down, and the driver leaned out: "Mr. Qin, if we don't leave now, we'll miss our flight."

The driver didn't want to be the one to stick his neck out, but he had no choice; he was forced to do it because of work.

If President Qin is late, it will delay business worth hundreds of millions, which he cannot afford to bear.

Qin Yuhe withdrew his hand from Song Xinya's face and put it in his pants pocket: "Soon, I'll be back in a week."

After saying that, Qin Yuhe smiled wryly. Song Xinya hadn't said anything about being reluctant to see him leave. Who was he saying that to?

It was as if he was comforting himself.

He turned around and got into the car.

The driver looked at the man in the back seat through the rearview mirror. His face was still handsome and charming, and his skin was fair and smooth. He still looked as noble and elegant as ever, but the driver saw loneliness in his long, drooping eyelashes.

Just before the car was about to drive away, a knocking sound rang out on the car window.

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing Song Xinya's bright and beautiful face to him.

"Mr. Qin, I'm waiting for you to come back. I... well, I really hope you'll come back."

Qin Yuhe's lips curled into a smile: "Okay."

As the car drove toward the airport, the driver glanced at the man in the back seat through the rearview mirror again. His face was the same, with long eyelashes still drooping, but this time, there was no trace of loneliness on his face.

He remained seated with a cool expression, but the driver could clearly sense that President Qin's mood had improved.

Song Xinya arrived at the 8th floor, at the company entrance, and was about to step inside when she received a message on her phone.

Qin Yuhe: [Don't worry about the pregnancy. You've only been plugged in a few times, what's the rush? It's not lit now, but it'll light up after you've been plugged in a few more times.]

All told Qin Yuhe, "Three and a half times."

The time you weren't full counts as half a time.

When Song Xinya saw the message he sent, she twisted her ankle and slammed her head against the door.