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

Holding the Song family's household registration book, Song Xinya felt a sense of unrealistic fantasy, stemming from how easily she had obtained it.

If she were to go to Song Xuanli to ask for the household registration booklet, she would not only be ridiculed, but Song Xuanli, Li Cuirou, and Zhang Yingying would also take the opportunity to blackmail her, negotiate with her, and demand benefits from her.

With just one sentence from Qin Yuhe, Song Xuanli handed over the Song family's household registration book.

What might be a simple matter for one person could be an insurmountable obstacle for another.

This is probably what they call: overwhelming strength.

Thinking about the gap between herself and Qin Yuhe, Song Xinya sighed.

Qin Yuhe turned to look at her: "What's wrong?"

Song Xinya looked up and met his eyes: "I used to think that no one could be perfect, but you are."

"You are not only good at running and managing a company, but you are also proficient in legal knowledge. You can even read contracts so quickly. Compared to you, I feel ashamed and dull."

Qin Yuhe listened to her words and chuckled: "Where are you looking dull and lifeless? Why do you only see other people's strengths and not your own? You're 25 years old this year, and you've only been out of college for three years. Whichever company you work for, you're the top performer. Others might not be able to become an A-level lecturer even after ten years, but you did it in just one year. With such outstanding work ability, why are you feeling inferior?"

He walked to her side and placed his hand on her soft hair: "Did you feel frustrated because you couldn't understand the share transfer agreement earlier?"

Song Xinya: "A little, especially since you read it so fast, I felt really bad about myself."

Qin Yuhe: "It's my fault, I read it too fast, I should have read it more slowly."

Song Xinya: "That's not what I meant. I just think you're just too outstanding."

Qin Yuhe: "You are also very good, little Song Xinya."

His clear, gentle voice flowed like a spring, nourishing the heart: "The reason I can read so quickly is because I read contracts every day. Don't think of legal knowledge and commercial contracts as something high-level or extraordinary. It's actually just a matter of practice makes perfect. The more you read and the more you understand, the more naturally you'll get the hang of it."

"When we were little, in kindergarten, we all thought addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division within ten were very difficult. But looking back now that we're grown up, who doesn't know how to do addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division within ten?"

"Many things in the world are just things we scare ourselves about. Because we don't understand them, we think they are impossible. But when you really put your heart and soul into doing something, you will find that it is not that difficult."

He bent down, looked her straight in the eye, and said, "Song Xinya, you can do anything you want to do. If you find it difficult, I will help you."

Song Xinya found the wisdom in your words to be more valuable than ten years of study.

At this moment, her confidence returned.

"Thank you, Qin Yuhe. I feel much better after talking to you, and..."

She looked at his face and said, "I think you're so handsome, incredibly handsome, and you're getting more and more handsome."

Qin Yuhe: "Really? Do all good-looking people have such pleasant voices?"

Song Xinya tilted her head and smiled charmingly at him: "Am I that pretty?"

Qin Yuhe: "It's not that good-looking..."

Song Xinya's lips turned down.

Qin Yuhe: "It's like, your face accounts for 99% of all the beautiful things in this world."

Song Xinya smiled.

She ran to his side, hugged his waist, and nestled affectionately in his arms, her watery eyes sparkling with adoration.

"Mr. Qin, let me compose a poem for you."

Qin Yuhe: "So talented, and he can even write poetry?"

"Just listen carefully," Song Xinya coughed twice and began to compose a poem.

"A riot of colors dazzles the eye, but my husband shines the brightest today. Though the mountains and rivers seem to block the way, there is a bright future with my husband."

Qin Yuhe's insightful comment: "This limerick is very limerick-like."

The two walked towards the bedroom on the second floor. Song Xinya was like a sticky candy, always hugging Qin Yuhe's waist.

On the spiral staircase, he took one step up, stopped, waited for her to take the same step, and then continued up.

It was inconvenient to carry him up the stairs, so she insisted on holding him.

He didn't say anything discouraging like "You're too clingy," but cooperated with her, hugging each other, pausing after each step, and slowly walking upstairs.

Once in the bedroom, Qin Yuhe noticed she was in a good mood and asked, "Shall we take a shower together today?"

His wounds have now healed and are covered with waterproof medical dressings, allowing him to shower.

However, this shower is short-lived, and prolonged exposure to water may cause the waterproofing tape to peel off.

When two people take a shower together, how can they just shower?

Even if they don't do anything, they'll still kiss, touch, or do other things that are even more extreme.

Song Xinya released her grip on his waist and walked towards the desk: "You go wash up first, I have something to do."

An English book, *Wuthering Heights*, was placed on the table.

There's a protrusion in the middle of the book where you can clip a one-yuan coin to use as a bookmark.

Song Xinya sat at her desk, looking at the well-made English book.

She heard the bathroom door open and close behind her, and knew Qin Yuhe wasn't there; she had gone to wash up.

Her hand slowly traced the cover of the English book.

Qin Yuhe, a person with such a gentle and refined personality, actually enjoys watching those violent, crazy, wild, and reckless love stories.

Did he ever love a woman violently, wildly, and recklessly?

Song Xinya felt that Qin Yuhe, being a reserved person, would not do such a thing.

He was always aloof, strategic, and elegant.

Qin Yuhe never told her about his past romantic experiences, and Song Xinya never asked.

She sensed that something very memorable, involving a woman, must have happened to him in the past.

Song Xinya admitted that she had also experienced something very unforgettable related to men.

A year ago, when she weighed 180 pounds, she lost her virginity to that man.

Although she didn't know who he was or what he looked like, she had a feeling that he must be very handsome.

"Song Xinya".

The bathroom door suddenly opened, and Qin Yuhe stood in the doorway, staring at the slender, graceful figure from behind: "I called you three times, didn't you hear me?"

Song Xinya's heart skipped a beat: "Is that so? I was just spacing out, I didn't, I didn't hear you."

Qin Yuhe's dark eyes, reflecting the lamplight, were cold and sharp: "Who were you thinking about just now?"

Song Xinya felt guilty, as if she had been caught cheating on her husband with another man, and her words became even more hesitant: "No, no, no, I wasn't thinking about anyone."

Qin Yuhe said with certainty, "You're thinking about another man."

Song Xinya felt even more guilty and lied, saying, "I was thinking about my younger brother, Xiaoye."

Qin Yuhe: "Is that so?"

Song Xinya: "Yes."

Qin Yuhe stared at her with his dark eyes for two seconds, walked to the wardrobe, took out a change of clothes, went into the bathroom, and closed the door.

Song Xinya's taut back slumped down, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, she had gotten away with it.

Inside the bathroom, Qin Yuhe stood tall and straight, his gaze sharp.

His wife just said that the man she was thinking about was Song Tingye, but he didn't believe a word of it.

Qin Yuhe threw his pajamas heavily onto the hanger and began to wash up.

After washing up, he lay on the bed, while Song Xinya went into the bathroom to wash up.

A deep purple silk nightgown clung to the woman's graceful figure, and her skin, still damp from the water, glowed with a rosy hue.

As Song Xinya lifted the covers and lay down, Qin Yuhe's tall and heavy body pressed down on her.

He reached his large hand inside her nightgown and began to fondle her again.

Unlike his previous gentle, spring-like movements, this time he sucked, bit, and dug... his actions were rough...