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

Qin Yuhe raised an eyebrow slightly: "If she had this need, why didn't she tell me?"

"You expect a woman to tell you on her own initiative?" Fu Xiaochen chuckled. "Women aren't as shameless as us men."

Qin Yuhe: "I think it's okay for couples to talk about these things."

Fu Xiaochen: "Anyway, I never let my wife bring up such a thing on her own initiative."

Qin Yuhe has many business partners, but few close friends, and even fewer people with whom he can discuss such private topics. Fu Xiaochen is one of the few.

With an experienced person sitting right there, Qin Yuhe asked, "Are you usually very affectionate with your wife?"

Fu Xiaochen: "They kiss as soon as they meet, whether there's something to talk about or nothing. Whenever they're together, their lips are practically never apart."

Qin Yuhe frowned slightly: "Why are you kissing so many times?"

Fu Xiaochen raised an eyebrow and glanced at him sideways: "Brother, you wouldn't happen to be asexual, would you?"

Qin Yuhe: "Not in that respect."

Fu Xiaochen: "What is the frequency?"

Qin Yuhe: "You go first."

Fu Xiaochen: "Every day, at least four times a day."

After he finished speaking, Qin Yuhe thought about his own frequency: more than a month into the marriage, three and a half times.

This comparison makes it seem as if he has a health problem.

Fu Xiaochen: "It's your turn to speak."

Qin Yuhe: "I won't tell you."

Fu Xiaochen's native language is speechlessness.

He picked up an orange from the fruit plate and threw it at Qin Yuhe with a swift and decisive motion.

Qin Yuhe caught the orange: "I must seriously warn you that intentionally injuring someone is a crime."

Fu Xiaochen smiled lazily, a smirk playing on his lips: "You wouldn't be this serious in bed, would you?"

Qin Yuhe: "No."

Fu Xiaochen: "That's good. Women like men to be naughty in bed; it makes things more exciting."

Qin Yuhe kept it in mind.

I thought to myself, maybe he's not bad enough.

During the conversation, Fu Xiaochen's phone rang; it was his wife, Gu Qingcheng, calling.

Fu Xiaochen's usual lazy and arrogant tone was much more subdued; his voice was gentler, yet still carried a hint of romantic and roguish charm.

"Baby, did you miss me?"

The woman's voice across from me was like it had been warmed by water—soft, delicate, gentle, and sweet.

"Honey, when are you coming back?"

Fu Xiaochen: "Don't ask me when I'm going back, just tell me you miss me."

Gu Qingcheng: "Husband, I miss you."

Fu Xiaochen: "Baby, your husband loves you."

Gu Qingcheng: "Husband, where are you?"

Fu Xiaochen picked up his phone, scanned the private room, recorded a video, and sent it to Gu Qingcheng.

"There are no women in the private rooms at the club."

Gu Qingcheng: "Honey, I'm not checking up on you."

Fu Xiaochen: "It was I who took the initiative to report to you."

A woman's soft, gentle laughter came from across the way, as if she were immersed in happiness.

"Honey, you're busy, I'll wait for you to come back."

Fu Xiaochen: "Okay, I'll be back soon."

Gu Qingcheng: "Goodbye, husband~"

Fu Xiaochen: "Baby, bye~"

Qin Yuhe got goosebumps all over.

Fu Xiaochen: "Well, did you hear how my wife and I get along?"

Qin Yuhe: "I heard you."

Fu Xiaochen: "What are your thoughts?"

Qin Yuhe: "Too cloying."

Fu Xiaochen: "If I don't cuddle with my wife, who else would I cuddle with? I finally won her over, so I treat her like a precious gem, and I wish I could be her slave every single day."

Qin Yuhe: "What about your career?"

Fu Xiaochen: "Nothing is more important than my wife."

Qin Yuhe: "You're crazy."

Fu Xiaochen: "I'm not crazy. I'm perfectly clear-headed. In my world, no one and nothing is more important than her."

"Give her my life, my money, my love, my time. When she needs me, even if it means crawling on my back, I will crawl to her side."

Qin Yuhe's heart jolted violently, as if he had been hit hard by something.

He thought of Heathcliff, the protagonist of Wuthering Heights.

The man who has a violent love for the female protagonist, Catherine.

Qin Yuhe: "Without Gu Qingcheng, the world is hell on earth for Fu Xiaochen, isn't it?"

Fu Xiaochen answered without hesitation, "Yes."

Qin Yuhe: "Has anyone ever told you that you're love-obsessed?"

Fu Xiaochen: "I'm proud."

A message notification sounded on my phone; it was a message from Gu Qingcheng.

Fu Xiaochen said with a boastful tone, "See? My wife misses me terribly if she doesn't see me for even a minute."

He glanced at Qin Yuhe's phone: "We've been chatting for so long, why hasn't your wife sent you a single message?"

Qin Yuhe: "She's asleep."

Fu Xiaochen laughed and said, "She went to bed at seven o'clock in the evening. She goes to bed quite early."

Qin Yuhe: "...Hmm."

Fu Xiaochen stood up and patted Qin Yuhe on the shoulder: "Don't force yourself, brother. I can tell you're upset that your wife is ignoring you."

He straightened his clothes and walked out: "Unlike me, my wife always pays attention to me."

Qin Yuhe picked up another orange from the fruit plate and threw it at Fu Xiaochen.

Fu Xiaochen caught it with his hand: "Long time no see, cousin. You are still so polite and respectful to me."

.........

After receiving a full-body massage, Song Xinya returned to the Forbidden City.

She got out of the car and saw Song Tingye sitting at the entrance of the villa, his face resting on his hand, his fair face wrinkled, and his red lips pressed into a line, as if he were very distressed.

"Why are you sitting here?" Song Xinya walked over to him. "Do you need me to put a bowl in front of you and see if any kind people will throw coins in for you?"

Song Tingye: "I'm not a beggar, why should I set out bowls?"

Song Xinya: "So why are you sitting at the villa entrance?"

Song Tingye: "I was waiting for you."

Song Xinya: "Tell me, what trouble have you gotten yourself into?"

Song Tingye rolled her eyes: "Are you even my real sister? Can't you say anything good about me?"

Song Xinya: "Yes, my cute and handsome younger brother, what good news do you want to tell me?"

Song Tingye looked her over and asked, "Why haven't you been scolding me these past two days?"

Song Xinya smiled, her lips curling into a smile: "Are you just asking for a scolding?"

Song Tingye: "You go straight to your bedroom as soon as you get home and ignore me. I'm not happy."

Song Xinya: "Sister Baonan"

"Don't ruin my reputation as a 1.88-meter-tall man. I'm not a sissy's boyfriend," Song Tingye said. "I'm my sister's treasure."

Song Xinya ruffled his hair like she would a dog.

She walked into the house, and Song Tingye followed her inside.

Song Xinya: "I've been busy these past two days, so I haven't had a chance to see you. Don't worry about it."

Despite his seemingly carefree attitude, Song Tingye is actually quite sensitive at times.

Song Tingye: "So you're not unhappy because of me, right?"

Song Xinya: "Yes."

Song Tingye: "So you're unhappy because of your brother-in-law?"

Song Xinya remained silent for a moment.

Song Tingye: "Sister, don't be fooled by your brother-in-law's wealth, or by the fact that I eat his food, drink his drinks, and live in his house. If he bullies you, I'll beat him to a pulp."

Song Xinya: "What a tale of the farmer and the snake, so ungrateful!"

Song Tingye: "Sis, what did brother-in-law do to upset you?"

Song Xinya: "Don't worry about my business. There's nothing between your brother-in-law and me. Even if there is, I'll handle it myself."

After staying by Song Tingye's side and grading all the papers he had done during the day, correcting all his mistakes, and tutoring him for two hours, Song Xinya returned to her bedroom.

After washing up, Song Xinya came out of the bathroom and changed into that wine-red sexy nightgown.

Thin shoulder straps hung on her slender, fair shoulders, and the deep V-neck opened up to her chest, creating a deep cleavage between her full breasts.

Song Xinya walked to the dressing table and opened the box containing the jewelry.

She took out the pigeon blood red flame ruby ​​necklace that her mother-in-law Jiang Yaoxue had given her last time, worth 2000 million yuan.

Wearing the necklace around her neck, Song Xinya looked in the mirror and adjusted the position of the crystal-clear ruby, placing it in the snow-white cleavage.

She took a picture of her chest and sent it to Qin Yuhe.

Caption: [This is the first time I've worn the necklace my mom gave me last time. Does it look good?]

Qin Yuhe was lying in bed when he saw this photo.

The moment the picture came into view, his body stiffened abruptly.

Qin Yuhe switched chat windows and sent Fu Xiaochen a message: [When a woman sends a man a picture of a certain body part, it means she wants him to kiss that part of her body, right?]

Fu Xiaochen: [That's right, absolutely correct.]

Qin Yuhe stared at the snow-white cleavage concealing the ruby, lost in thought. She wanted him to devour her…