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

Thanks to Qin Yuhe, Song Xinya didn't sleep well all night because—

I had a wet dream all night.

In his dream, Qin Yuhe's abdominal wound was completely healed, and he returned to his previous energetic and vigorous state.

He was "fierce and aggressive" towards her, using every trick in the book.

She was like a fish pulled ashore, her red lips moving but unable to utter a complete sentence, her voice broken as his movements became increasingly forceful and reckless.

The high-precision Italian brocade bed sheet was stained with a damp patch.

In her dream, Qin Yuhe gripped her waist tightly with both hands, his strong chest pressing against her front. A bead of hot sweat slid down his chin, dripping onto her chest and sliding down her smooth, fair skin.

His deep red lips bit her earlobe, and he spoke in her ear in a low, deep voice: "Let's go together, hmm?"

She cried shyly, saying no, but her body betrayed her by tightly hugging his back and embracing him.

Qin Yuhe kissed her lips, and then his movements were as fast and ruthless as a leopard hunting its prey on the African savanna.

In her dream, Song Xinya's mind exploded with a loud bang, like a grand and dazzling firework.

In real life, Song Xinya woke up screaming, "Aaaaaaaahh ...

She sat up abruptly in bed, saw the camera facing the head of the bed, and immediately covered her mouth.

He rolled his eyes and looked up. It was seven in the morning, so Qin Yuhe should have already gone to work, and he probably didn't see anything... right?

Song Xinya moved her legs, feeling a little uncomfortable.

She threw off the covers, jumped out of bed, opened the wardrobe, took out a clean pair of underwear, and ran into the bathroom with a flushed face.

It was half an hour later when I came out of the restroom.

Song Xinya not only washed herself, but also washed her underwear.

She clutched her panties tightly in her hand as she walked towards the balcony.

Although she has maids at home, she washes her own underwear by hand.

In wealthy and influential families, each member of the household is assigned a maid who washes their underwear.

Just like the empresses in the ancient imperial palace, each empress would be accompanied by a personal eunuch and a palace maid.

Song Xinya didn't grow up in a wealthy family, so she can't really enjoy that kind of blessing. She still prefers to wash her own underwear.

The sun is shining brightly today, and the morning light is like scattered gold.

Song Xinya hung her clean underwear out to dry in the sun.

Back in her bedroom, she changed her clothes with the camera behind her back, then walked towards the door with her head down.

When passing the camera, he lowered his head even further.

Previously, every time Song Xinya passed by the camera, she would glance at it, treating it like a little pet, and greet it with a smile: "Hello, Big Crane, good morning."

Today, she didn't even dare to look at the camera.

He couldn't lift his head at all.

The moment Song Xinya stepped out of the bedroom, she felt the birds singing, the flowers blooming, the air fresh, the sun shining brightly, and she could finally lift her head.

My Hu Hansan is back again!

When Song Xinya arrived on the first floor, Song Tingye, Song Tingyou, and Jin Ruizhi had already gone to school.

These three children attend a public high school and have morning reading sessions.

In the spacious living room, Qin Yuyan sat at the dining table, eating her breakfast at a leisurely pace.

Hearing Song Xinya's footsteps, she greeted her politely, "Hello, sister-in-law."

"Hello Yan Yan," Song Xin Ya said, sitting across from her and eating breakfast.

Qin Yuyan asked, "Sister-in-law, are you going to tutor Sheng Tianjun again today?"

Song Xinya: "Supplement."

If I don't get treatment, how can I get close to Sheng Tianjun's burn specialist father?

Qin Yuyan's eyes were clear: "Sister-in-law, why are you deliberately getting close to Sheng Tianjun?"

Song Xinya said something adults often use to brush off children: "Kids shouldn't pry into adult matters; just focus on your studies."

Qin Yuyan chuckled twice: "Sister-in-law, I know even if you don't say it. You deliberately approached Sheng Tianjun in order to get close to his father and treat my brother's hand."

Song Xinya looked up at Qin Yuyan: "The little pig has finally learned something."

Qin Yuyan: "Who's the little pig? I'm not a little pig, I'm a little cat."

Song Xinya: "I take back the words 'enlightened'."

Qin Yuyan: "Take it back if you want. I don't need to be enlightened because I am a fairy. I am naturally intelligent, beautiful, and have magic powers."

Song Xinya: "Balala the Fairies, give me a full-body transformation!"

Qin Yuyan: "I'm not a Balala the Fairies, I'm Chang'e."

Song Xinya: "You are a goose."

Qin Yuyan: "Gah, gah, gah gah gah gah gah."

Song Xinya handed the bread with jam to Qin Yuyan: "Stop cracking it, it's hurting my ears. If you keep cracking it, I'm going to crack too."

Qin Yuyan took a bite of her bread and asked, "Sister-in-law, why didn't you tell my brother about you finding a burn specialist to treat his hand?"

Song Xinya: "Because I haven't succeeded in doing this yet, I don't plan to tell him for the time being."

Qin Yuyan: "Whether it succeeds or not, you've put in a lot of effort, even if you don't achieve anything. You've been running around for so long, my brother would be very touched if he knew."

Song Xinya instructed her, "You big liar, keep this a secret for me for now. Don't let it slip."

Qin Yuyan: "Sister-in-law, don't worry, I'm very tight-lipped, I definitely won't let anything slip!"

When Song Xinya arrived at the company, there was a cup of coffee on her workstation.

"It's obvious at a glance that Manager Chen is treating us."

Chen Siyan sat down in the chair and slid down to Song Xinya's side: "This time it really wasn't me."

He glanced at a certain workstation, leaned closer to Song Xinya, and whispered, "It was Dong Dongdong who treated us."

Dong Dongdong is the colleague who ranks third in the company's performance.

If he's treating, then he's treating. Why is Chen Siyan so wary?

Song Xinya looked at Chen Siyan with a puzzled expression.

"Hey, you don't know," Chen Siyan lowered his voice even further and said, "Dong Dongdong just signed a big deal, that's why he's treating us."

Song Xinya asked, "How big are the contracts he signed?"

Chen Siyan: "With this one order, his performance has surpassed yours."

"Ms. Song, as your direct supervisor, I must kindly remind you that if you don't close a deal soon, your chances of becoming a top lecturer are in jeopardy."

That's how the workplace is—it changes in an instant. Some opportunities may seem like they belong to you, but in just one day, they'll belong to someone else.

Water flows to lower place, man goes to higher position.

Song Xinya would naturally not give up this opportunity for promotion and a raise.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, she arrived at the entrance of Sheng Tianjun's large apartment with the contract in hand.

She had been tutoring Sheng Tianjun for two days, and every time the topic of signing the contract was brought up, Sheng Tianjun would avoid it with one excuse or another.

Today, she has to find a way to get him to sign the contract.

Yes, Song Xinya approached Sheng Tianjun not only to get her father, Sheng Changpu, to treat her husband's hand, but also to make money off the Sheng family.

After ringing the doorbell, Sheng Tianjun opened the door: "Teacher Song, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

At this moment, his hair was combed neatly, his black hair was clean and refreshing, and when he smiled, his eyes curved slightly, his pupils were clear and bright, and he looked both well-behaved and gentle.

If Song Xinya hadn't seen him with his slicked-back hair, black diamond earrings, and large tattoos on his arms, she almost would have believed him.

He has two faces, one in public and one in private; he's putting on a Sichuan opera face-changing act here.

Such elaborate disguise, aren't you afraid of exhausting yourself?

The deal wasn't signed yet, and the money hadn't been earned, so Song Xinya naturally didn't expose his true colors.

She played along, asking, "Has the fever gone down?"

Sheng Tianjun: "I've withdrawn. Thank you for your concern, Teacher Song."

Song Xinya: "Remember to eat more protein and drink less alcohol."

Sheng Tianjun: "Teacher Song, I never drink alcohol."

Song Xinya: "I believe you."

Sheng Tianjun: "Of course you have to believe me, Teacher Song. I would never lie to you, no matter who I lie to."

Song Xinya: "Shall we begin the lesson?"

Sheng Tianjun: "Okay, I'll listen to Teacher Song."

After explaining for two hours, Song Xinya asked, "Is there any question you still don't understand?"

"I know all the questions for today," Sheng Tianjun said, his eyes fixed on Song Xinya, his gaze following her beautiful face downwards.

For some reason, Song Xinya always dressed very conservatively and covered herself up very tightly whenever she came to see him.

She wore a long-sleeved shirt and trousers, not showing her arms, and buttoned her shirt all the way up.

Sheng Tianjun couldn't even see her neck.

"Teacher Song, are you leaving?"

Song Xinya: "The lesson is over, it's time to go."

Sheng Tianjun: "Teacher Song, I don't want you to leave."

Song Xinya: "Would you like me to stay with you a little longer?"

Sheng Tianjun: "I want to."

Song Xinya: "Do you mean what you say?"

Sheng Tianjun: "It counts."

Song Xinya: "Anyone who goes back on their word is a dog."

Sheng Tianjun: "Anyone who goes back on their word is a dog."

Song Xinya pulled out the contract and slapped it in front of him: "Sign this contract and I'll stay with you a little longer. If you don't, you're a dog."