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

Song Xinya calmly put the beef tongue into her mouth and chewed it slowly: "Are you surprised that Qin Yuhe and I have never kissed?"

Thud—, the knife and fork that Tiantian had just picked up fell back onto the plate.

"Not only have we never French kissed, but we haven't even had a proper kiss!"

Tian Tianquan looked completely dumbfounded, utterly incredulous: "Didn't you consummate your marriage with Qin Yuhe?"

After the waiter finished serving the food and introducing the beef tongue, I was about to leave when I heard the words "round house" and stopped in my tracks, reluctant to leave.

He stood bent over the table, touching this and looking at that, seemingly very busy, but in reality, he didn't even know what he was busy with.

The ears were perked up, standing straight up.

Song Xinya felt a coolness on her hand, glanced down at it, and looked up at the waiter: "You poured orange juice on my hand, thank you."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the waiter quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe Song Xinya's hands.

Overwhelmed with guilt and panic, his arm brushed against the roses on the table.

With a soft thud, a rose fell into Tian Tianquan's plate.

Tian Tianquan: "Wow, buy one get one free on a serving of beef tongue, plus a free rose! Don't I think I've gotten a great deal?"

The waiter was trembling with fear. This wasn't a profit; he had disturbed the customer's dining experience. A perfectly good plate of expensive, high-quality beef tongue had been ruined by a rose. Anyone would be upset in that situation.

If you encounter a picky customer, you will not only make them pay, but also yell at them in public.

The waiter, sweating profusely, stammered, "I...I...I'll give you another order of grilled beef tongue. Please, miss, don't tell the manager about this. I'm still on probation; I'll be fired."

The young boy, probably not long after entering society, had a delicate, fair face flushed with nervousness.

Tian Tianquan rested her chin on her hand, admiring his flustered and helpless appearance.

"Hey, it's just a plate of grilled beef tongue. It's nothing compared to your future, little brother. Don't be afraid, little brother. You're so handsome, I won't make things difficult for you."

The waiter stared at her blankly: "R-really?"

Tian Tian raised an eyebrow and gave him a flirtatious wink: "I don't play games with handsome guys."

The waiter's face turned even redder.

Song Xinya: "Cough."

Tian Tian waved to the waiter, "Go ahead and get busy, don't stand next to our table."

The waiter glanced at her, then walked away with a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

Song Xinya looked at Tiantian and said, "I'm really worried that you'll go to a hotel with a handsome guy the next second."

Tian Tianquan: "What are you saying? Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

With graceful movements, she picked up the roses from the plate and casually tossed them into the nearby trash can.

Tian Tianquan: "I can't delay the handsome young man's work, I'll wait until he gets off work before I go to open it."

Song Xinya: Really?

Tian Tianquan: "That's fake. I'm not a teddy bear that wants to sleep with every man I see."

Song Xinya quickly looked around: "Keep your voice down, or people will think we're female hooligans."

Tian Tianquan: "Have you ever seen such a kind-hearted female hooligan like me? Not only did I not make the waiter pay compensation, but I also comforted him and told him not to be afraid."

This plate of beef tongue, sold by the gram, costs as much as a waiter's monthly salary.

Why should working people make things difficult for each other? Earning money is not easy these days, and finding a job is not easy either. Tian Tianquan chooses not to care.

Even if a rose falls into the plate, or even if the plate of beef tongue falls on the ground, she will pick it up and eat it anyway.

Yes, that's how thrifty she is.

Song Xinya glanced at the waiter's figure and said, "So you like this type."

Tian Tianquan: "No man can stay eighteen forever, but there will always be eighteen-year-old men. My aesthetic has always remained the same: I like young men."

Song Xinya: "I feel like this waiter isn't as handsome as my manager, Chen."

Tian Tianquan spoke eloquently: "You don't understand. What's the use of just being handsome? The important thing is to be young and have good stamina. You can come again right after you've finished one time. You're really good at it."

Song Xinya thought of someone and said, "A 29-year-old man is also incredibly vigorous. He wants to do it again immediately after the first time, and he's especially good at it."

Tian Tian smiled slyly, her face showing a knowing look: "You're talking about your husband, aren't you?"

Song Xinya held the knife and fork in her fingers, head down, and continued eating the beef tongue.

Tian Tianquan: "Not denying it is admitting it, hey hey, I guessed it right."

Song Xinya blushed slightly as she put the beef tongue in her mouth and chewed it slowly, but she didn't get to taste the wonderful and lingering French kiss that the waiter had described.

How wonderful is it?

How intimate?

What does a French kiss taste like?

Tian Tianquan: "Since you and President Qin have already consummated your marriage, and President Qin is still so vigorous, why don't you two kiss?"

Suddenly, a possibility occurred to her: "You two didn't even have foreplay, and just took off your clothes and started doing it, did you?"

"If you just start doing it right away, it'll hurt so much!"

"President Qin didn't even give you foreplay, that's so inconsiderate!"

Song Xinya picked up a clove of garlic used for plating and stuffed it into Tian Tianquan's mouth: "Don't spread rumors about President Qin, don't ruin President Qin's reputation, and don't say bad things about President Qin."

Tian Tian chewed and chewed, eating a whole head of garlic as a snack.

"It seems you're particularly satisfied with Mr. Qin's performance in that area. I'm really curious and would like to interview you. He doesn't kiss you during those times, so how do you manage to satisfy him?"

Song Xinya: "He would kiss and caress my body."

The technique is extremely advanced.

Tian Tianquan: "I really didn't mean to stir up trouble, but I just couldn't help but say something. Have you ever heard the saying—"

"Kissing is a gold standard for judging true love."

Song Xinya shook her head: "Never heard of it."

Tian Tianquan: "Kissing is less deceptive than sex. Sex can be without feelings, as long as there is desire, but kissing is different. If he doesn't have you in his heart, he won't put his mouth to you no matter what. The more passionate you are in a kiss, the more real your love is."

Song Xinya thought for a moment and said, "Many couples who have feelings for each other don't kiss."

Tian Tianquan: "That's an old married couple, they're tired of kissing."

"Look at any newlywed couple, when they're deeply in love, they don't kiss."

"Why would a man be willing to have sex with you but not kiss you? Because he doesn't love you."

"A kiss doesn't necessarily mean love, but not kissing definitely means no love."

"No love without kissing."

Song Xinya used her knife and fork to cut a piece of grilled beef tongue and put it in her mouth. Not only did she not taste anything delicious, but she also felt like she couldn't eat it.

What was supposed to be a delicious and hearty lunch was eaten in a rather unappetizing way.

Back at the company, Song Xinya, who never gets distracted at work, was somewhat absent-minded for the entire afternoon.

Chen Siyan's pen refill ran out of ink: "Teacher Song, can I borrow a pen?"

Song Xinya was absent-minded and didn't even look at it before picking up the cactus next to the pen holder and handing it over.

Chen Siyan didn't even look at it before taking it, grasping the cactus in his palm.

"ah------"

A sharp, agonizing scream pierced the roof and echoed throughout the company.

Chen Siyan was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face.

"Teacher Song, you have to compensate me for this! My hands are covered in prickles, like a beehive! Waaaaah!"

When Song Tingye got home that evening, he was unusually spared from being scolded, because Song Xinya was in no mood to care about him.

Lying in bed, without Qin Yuhe pressing down on her to do her homework, she would usually fall asleep quickly, but tonight, she couldn't sleep.

Why didn't he kiss her?

He never kissed her lips.

He would kiss her body every time, tenderly, gently, fiercely, but he never kissed her lips.

Why didn't he kiss her lips?

Song Xinya picked up her phone and typed in the search bar: Why doesn't my husband kiss me?

The answer was unanimously: He doesn't love you.

Song Xinya was completely bewildered and threw her phone aside.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated; a message had arrived.

With anticipation in her heart, she grabbed her phone.

Seeing that the message was from Qin Yuhe, she immediately clicked on it.

Qin Yuhe: [I've been in a meeting the whole time, just finished]

Song Xinya: [You've worked hard.]

Thousands of miles away, in the early hours of the morning, Qin Yuhe sat in his office chair, looking at the message sent by Song Xinya.

He frowned slightly when he saw the character "您" (you).

She had been polite to him before, but she never addressed him with the formal "you" (您).

Qin Yuhe: [Is there something you're unhappy with about me?]