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

Because she was busy with her younger sister Song Tingyou's affairs after getting home today and didn't pay attention to him, he got jealous?

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No way?

Considering Qin Yuhe's usual handsome and dignified demeanor, how could he possibly be jealous over such a trivial matter?

Our CEO Qin isn't that petty.

Song Xinya pondered Qin Yuhe's words, "You're taking care of a bunch of younger siblings, and you still remember me. I'm sorry to have troubled you."

She pondered it; the sentence could be interpreted in two completely different ways—

One is jealousy.

Song Xinya rejected this interpretation.

One type is praise.

The other person praised her for being gentle, considerate, and thoughtful, saying that even when she was busy with her younger siblings, she didn't forget her husband.

Song Xinya thought for a moment, then looked up at him with her bright, watery eyes: "Thank you for the compliment."

Qin Yuhe: "..."

This "excellent" comprehension ability.

He asked, "When you were in school, did you also have an uneven academic performance?"

Song Xinya: "When I was in school, I was indeed unbalanced in my studies. My science grades were better than my humanities grades. Among all the subjects, Chinese was the worst."

She asked him, "How did you know I'm weak in some subjects? Did you investigate me privately?"

Qin Yuhe: "Does this even need an investigation? It's obvious at a glance."

Song Xinya: "What do you mean by that?"

Qin Yuhe: "What do you think?"

Song Xinya: "You praised me for being smart, saying that even though I'm weak in certain subjects, and even though my Chinese score isn't good, I can still get into a good university?"

Qin Yuhe: "…………"

No wonder she shares the same mother as Song Tingye.

While others rely on blood tests for kinship verification, these siblings were able to establish kinship based solely on their Chinese language scores.

Because Song Xinya was distracted while chatting with Qin Yuhe, she was a little careless and pressed too hard on Qin Yuhe's wound.

Qin Yuhe groaned, "You're hurting me a little."

Song Xinya: "Then I'll be gentler."

Qin Yuhe: "It doesn't need to be too light."

Song Xinya: "I don't like things that are too light either."

Qin Yuhe's lips curled into a smile: "You like heavy, fast, and big ones."

They're getting rowdy again.

Song Xinya pressed the cotton swab firmly against the wound on his abdomen.

"Hiss—" Qin Yuhe gasped, unable to muster any more excitement.

Song Xinya: "I felt the pressure was too light, and the medicine wasn't applied evenly, so I applied a little more pressure."

She pretended to take out her phone: "I think applying the medicine is a very important thing. I'm worried that I might hurt you again, or that I might not apply enough medicine. I'll call the doctor and ask him."

The call went through, and the head of the burn unit asked, "Mrs. Qin, what's the matter?"

Song Xinya: "How much of the ointment did you prescribe for President Qin? And how should it be applied for best results?"

Doctor: "Mrs. Qin, let's have a video call. I'll teach you how to apply the medicine to Mr. Qin."

After the video call was connected, the doctor personally demonstrated and patiently guided Song Xinya.

After the demonstration, the doctor said to Song Xinya, "Mrs. Qin, you can do it to Mr. Qin like this."

Song Xinya: "Okay, I'll serve it to Mr. Qin."

Qin Yuhe raised an eyebrow, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

After the video call ended, Song Xinya put her phone aside.

She looked at Qin Yuhe and met his gaze: "Don't just stand there, come here quickly, I'll serve you."

Qin Yuhe strode towards her with his long legs: "I will definitely follow the doctor's orders and obediently not resist."

Song Xinya: "..."

"What are you thinking? I meant the 'apply' part, the one where I apply medicine to your wound."

Qin Yuhe said lazily, "Really? I thought it was the 'shang' in 'shang chuan' (shang chuan, meaning 'to go to bed')."

Song Xinya ignored his deliberate attempt to distract her and said, "Sit on the bed, I'll apply the medicine for you."

Qin Yuhe: "I used to apply the medicine for you, and now you've applied it for me too."

Song Xinya blushed slightly. Of course, she knew where he meant when he said he would apply the medicine to her.

Speaking of this, she suddenly realized, "It seems like I haven't needed to apply any ointment in a long time."

Qin Yuhe: "Just like I told you before, this is just like eating. At first, you have a small appetite, but as you eat more and your stomach expands, your appetite will naturally increase."

"When flower buds first open and begin to bloom, they are tender, but after being hit, battered, and watered by countless rainstorms, they naturally become tough and can withstand even more violent storms."

Song Xinya's drooping eyelashes trembled, and powder flew off her cheeks: "Stop talking, let's apply the medicine."

Qin Yuhe sat on the bed.

He wanted to say, "Move a chair and sit opposite me."

Song Xinya squatted between his legs.

Qin Yuhe: "Do you particularly like this pose?"

Song Xinya slapped his thigh with her hand: "I told you not to talk, but you still kept talking."

Qin Yuhe: "Stop hitting me, I'm not a spinning top."

Song Xinya: "You're a jerk, you deserve a beating."

Following the doctor's instructions, she squeezed out a pea-sized amount of medicine and applied it little by little to his wound with a cotton swab.

The cotton swab was rubbed against his wound, causing a slight pain mixed with a slight itch.

Her thick, long eyelashes drooped slightly, her gaze focused intently on the wound on his waist and abdomen.

He stared at her, admiring her delicate nose and full red lips from above.

"Are you going to work tomorrow?"

Song Xinya: "I'm not going."

Qin Yuhe: "What are the arrangements?"

Song Xinya: "I want to take Youyou to SKP shopping mall to buy her clothes."

Qin Yuhe understood Song Xinya's feelings. Her sister had been abducted for so many years and suffered so much. Now that they had finally reunited, she naturally wanted to make it up to her and give her the best.

"I'm transferring two million to you. You and your sister can have a good time shopping tomorrow."

Song Xinya looked up at him: "Why did you suddenly give me so much money?"

Qin Yuhe: "I'm your husband, isn't it only right that I give you money?"

Song Xinya: "Now you pay for my grandmother's medical expenses every month, and the allowance you give me every month is enough for me to spend."

Everything she eats, wears, and uses, including those luxury dresses costing hundreds of thousands of yuan and Hermes bags costing millions, were all bought for her by Qin Yuhe.

The 20 yuan allowance is equivalent to the money she can spend on milk tea.

Song Xinya loves money, but she is not greedy for it.

"You don't need to transfer money to me anymore. The allowance you gave me, the two million you transferred to me before, and the four million that Grandma transferred to me are enough for me to live on for a very long time."

Qin Yuhe picked up his phone and transferred five million to Song Xinya.

The sound of gold coins arriving in the account rang out.

After Song Xinya finished applying the medicine to Qin Yuhe, she put the ointment away, picked up her phone, and saw the extra five million in her account. Her eyes widened in surprise.

She looked at Qin Yuhe in surprise: "Didn't you say two million?"

Qin Yuhe: "Your grandmother gave you four million, and as your husband, I can't give less than her."

Mr. Qin is a very competitive person; even when transferring money to others, he still wants to win.

Song Xinya has been on leave recently, not working for twenty days, and has earned eleven million!

It's like picking up money off the ground!

Song Xinya glanced at the bank account, then at Qin Yuhe: "Aren't you being a bit too generous?"

Qin Yuhe: "It's only five million, small change."

Song Xinya: "You transferred five million to me, should I kiss you five times?"

Qin Yuhe leaned against the headboard, arms crossed, sitting in a lazy and casual posture: "If you want to kiss me because I gave you money, no need. If you want to kiss me because you really want to, then you can."

He picked up the book from the bedside table, lowered his head, and turned the pages with his long, slender fingers.

Song Xinya glanced at him, pressed the screen-off button, and stopped looking at her bank account.

She sat down beside him, cupped his face in her hands, lifted it up, and gently kissed his lips.

I kissed you because I wanted to kiss you.

Qin Yuhe pressed the tip of his tongue against his cheek: "It feels great."

Song Xinya smiled and said, "It was just a fleeting touch."

Qin Yuhe: "Not enough, is that it? I feel the same way."

Song Xinya: "I don't mean..."

"Well……"

Qin Yuhe lifted her chin with his fingers and lowered his head to kiss her.

His thin lips lingered on hers, his hot breath filling her mouth. The man's clean and pleasant scent wove a net, enveloping her completely.

Song Xinya likes it very much.

She couldn't help but respond to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and neck, her slender white fingertips tracing through his thick black hair.

At times like this, she is prone to oxygen deprivation in her brain, tilting her head back and breathing heavily, but she still craves the wonderful feeling of kissing him, wanting more, wanting it to last longer.

His lips tasted cool at first, but as the kiss continued, they became hot.

Kissing feels wonderful.

When her tongue touched his, it felt as if a nerve ending was connected directly to her brain. Song Xinya could clearly feel the subtle electric sensation on the tip of her tongue, which was instantly transmitted to her brain. Pleasure quickly took over her body and mind, her heart pounded, and every cell in her body was incredibly happy.

Song Xinya gasped for breath, her body giving way beneath her.

Qin Yuhe reached out and grabbed her waist, pulling her into his arms.

The two of them were pressed so close together that there was no gap between them.

Noticing that she was having trouble breathing, Qin Yuhe released her lips to help her catch her breath.

Song Xinya's red lips hurriedly chased after him, kissing him, sucking on his lips, and hurriedly sticking out her wet tongue to hold him back.

Qin Yuhe chuckled softly at her, "You greedy little kitten."

Song Xinya sucked on his tongue and whimpered, asking him for more kisses.

With a soft, warm body in his arms and a beautiful woman who was passionate and proactive, Qin Yuhe was very pleased.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his aura pressing down, suddenly becoming aggressive.

His thin lips moved slowly and forcefully, prying open her lips and penetrating deep inside, taking over her lip cavity.

Song Xinya's face was flushed with desire, as if she were caught in the heart of a tornado, her consciousness blurred, floating like an immortal, and she was lost in his strong and violent kiss.

When her senses returned, she found herself nestled in the soft blankets, her clothes removed by Qin Yuhe.

The cold air from the air conditioner hit her bare skin, the temperature contrast was so strong that it felt like she had gone from a hot summer to a cold winter in an instant.

Song Xinya regained her senses after being stimulated.

She saw Qin Yuhe kneeling on either side of her, taking off his pants.

"ah--"

Song Xinya propped herself up with her hands behind her back and sat up, frantically grabbing his hands as he was unbuckling his belt.

"Your abdominal wound was just stitched up today!"

Qin Yuhe gazed at her with his deep, far-reaching eyes, his bright black eyes completely captivated by her face.

"I didn't plan to do anything, I just wanted to get closer to you."

Song Xinya: "Put your clothes on, then we can get closer."

Qin Yuhe laughed: "How can we be close if we put our clothes on?"

Song Xinya: "Hug me."

Qin Yuhe: "Not enough."

Song Xinya: "Kiss."

Qin Yuhe: "Not enough."

Song Xinya: "Touch."

Qin Yuhe: "Three together, barely enough."

Song Xinya jumped out of bed wrapped in a blanket and put on a nightgown.

She pulled out a nightgown and handed it to him: "Put this on too."

Qin Yuhe lay sprawled on the bed, limbs outstretched: "I'm lazy, I don't want to move. You get dressed."

Song Xinya secretly called him in her heart: Qin Baobao.

She dressed him in pajamas as if he were a baby.

She thought to herself that this would be good practice so that when she got pregnant with his child and the baby was born, she wouldn't be so flustered when taking care of the baby.

The two of them put on their pajamas and lay down under the summer blankets.

Qin Yuhe covered him up.

His hands were beautiful, with distinct joints, slender and well-proportioned, and every movement he made looked like he was caressing a work of art.

Song Xinya cowered as he casually manipulated her.

Qin Yuhe is a person who loves to delve into things in all aspects.

His hands seemed to be caressing the strings of a musical instrument, and she sang a delicate melody from his fingertips.

He played with the frost and moonlight, his palm traversing rolling hills, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Have you gained weight?"

Thinking about how she hasn't been exercising lately, and hasn't even been walking much, Song Xinya replied, "I might have gained a little weight."

Qin Yuhe suddenly clenched his palm: "Let me measure it."

He pinched her waist again with both hands.

"Her waist is still so slim, only two places where she should have gained weight have gotten a little bigger."

Song Xinya: "This is perfect for you."

Qin Yuhe chuckled softly, "Of course."

.........

The next day, since she didn't have to go to work, Song Xinya slept until she naturally woke up before getting out of bed.

Last night, Qin Yuhe played with her for a while, but due to his physical condition, no matter how strong the passion was, he had to give up in the end.

The two didn't stay up too late.

So Song Xinya didn't get up late this morning.

When she woke up, she didn't see Qin Yuhe; he must have been busy with work.

Upon arriving on the first floor, Song Xinya saw Song Tingye and Jin Ruizhi walking out of their room together.

"Did Young Master Jin successfully secure a night's stay?"

Jin Ruizhi: "Yes, it cost ten thousand yuan."

Song Xinya held her hand to Song Tingye's mouth, acting as a microphone: "Let's do an interview. What's it like for two grown men to sleep naked in the same bed?"

Song Tingye cleared his throat and replied, "My feeling is, I didn't lie naked in bed with Jin Ruizhi, how would I know?"

Jin Ruizhi: "I slept on the sofa in the living room last night, and Song Tingye slept on the bed in his room."

Song Xinya: "Then why did you give him ten thousand yuan?"

Song Tingye: "Sister, you don't understand, this is called the dedication of love."

Song Xinya: "I can't understand the thought process of rich people."

Song Tingye fawned over Jin Ruizhi, "I totally understand. You're sleeping on my sofa tonight and giving me ten thousand yuan."

Jin Ruizhi's gaze followed Song Tingyou as she walked out of the room: "Okay."

Song Tingye thought to himself, "Wow, I've finally caught someone who's rich but stupid!" He was thrilled.