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

Song Xinya: "Is there anyone else on the other side of the camera?"

Qin Yuhe: "No, it's just me."

Song Xinya: "Then tell me, whose baby am I calling?"

Qin Yuhe: "..."

I.

Another period of quiet silence followed.

Song Xinya, carrying a little yellow book, walked into the bedroom: "Don't you like the term 'baby'?"

Qin Yuhe: "I wouldn't say I like or dislike it, but it feels really strange for a man to be called 'baby'."

Song Xinya: "Isn't it strange for a woman to be called 'baby'?"

Qin Yuhe: "It's not my fault."

Song Xinya: "What's wrong? Have you called other women 'baby'?"

Qin Yuhe: "...I never called you that."

He never called her "baby," nor did he call any of the women he had slept with before "baby."

Even it out.

Thinking about it that way made me feel better.

Song Xinya curled her lips slightly, her icy expression softening as she smiled sweetly at the camera: "I'm going to take a shower."

She was born with a stunningly beautiful face, and when she wasn't smiling, she looked like an ice queen. Although beauty is subjective, anyone who saw her would be amazed at first glance and remember her deeply.

With her full facial soft tissue and fair, tender skin, she has a youthful and adorable charm when she smiles.

She was so sweet, it was as if all the stars in the universe were hidden in her eyes.

Qin Yuhe stared at the sweet and charming face on the screen, momentarily lost in thought, his eyes wide with surprise.

Song Xinya placed "The Overbearing Emperor Gently Loves Her, But the Delicate Girl Can't Stand It" on her bedside table and then went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After taking a shower, she stood by the table and dried her hair.

A thin silk nightgown clung to her body, revealing her slender, fair arms. Her right side was leaning against the table, her gaze naturally lowered, a few strands of hair falling on either side of her cheeks. Soft light bathed her in a hazy glow, creating a sense of tranquility and peace.

"Song Xinya..."

Qin Yuhe's voice came through the camera, low and hoarse as if it had been sanded.

Song Xinya turned off the hairdryer, blinked at the camera, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qin Yuhe stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his office, wearing a white shirt, a black suit vest, and perfectly pressed suit trousers without a single wrinkle. He was tall and imposing, with a commanding presence.

He felt a little short of breath and subconsciously reached up to loosen his tie, only to find that there was nothing on his neck at all.

That feeling of difficulty breathing wasn't caused by the tie.

Qin Yuhe ran his tongue around his teeth and asked, "How many more days until we meet?"

Song Xinya: "Nine Heavens".

She remembers it very clearly.

He remembers it very clearly.

Qin Yuhe: "Jiutian, aren't you in a hurry?"

Song Xinya said, "No rush, what's the rush?"

Qin Yuhe: "Really?"

Song Xinya swung her two pale arms back and forth at her sides, making small, guilty gestures as she said, "Yes."

She brushed a stray hair from her forehead with her finger: "Well, don't you have a lot of work to do? You go ahead and work. I'll lie in bed, read a book for a while, and then go to sleep."

She turned and walked to the bed, lifted the covers and lay down, reached for the book on the bedside table, opened it, and began to read.

Qin Yuhe looked at the book title printed on the cover: "The Overbearing Emperor's Gentle Pampering, the Delicate Little Sister Can't Take It."

This book...

He smiled silently.

She said there was no rush, but she couldn't wait to read pornographic books.

Song Xinya actually didn't watch it.

On the one hand, it was already very late, and on the other hand, she was a little tired from work today. Her eyes were fixed on the book, and the words on it looked like tiny ants crawling on them.

With a sudden release, the book slammed into Song Xinya's face.

"Ouch—, it hurts—"

She waved her hand, pushed the book aside, turned over, and fell asleep.

Although she didn't read any erotic novels before bed, it still didn't stop Song Xinya from having erotic dreams.

The next day, after she woke up, she skillfully opened the wardrobe, took out a dry pair of underwear, and ran to the bathroom to change.

She skillfully returned to the bedside, lifted the sheet, and prepared to wash it.

Qin Yuhe's chuckling voice reached her ears: "Mrs. Qin, you're twenty-five years old, why are you wetting the bed every night lately?"

Song Xinya's hand trembled as she pulled at the bed sheet: "Who wet the bed? I didn't wet the bed."

Qin Yuhe stared at the spot on the sheets where she had lain: "What happened to that large wet patch?"

The blush on Song Xinya's face spread from her fair earlobes all the way down to her neck, giving her snow-white skin a deep, sweeping red glow.

"That...that's my sweat."

Qin Yuhe smiled knowingly, feigning ignorance as he asked, "Is it sweat?"

Song Xinya: "It's sweat, it's sweat, it's sweat."

Like a broken record, who are you trying to brainwash?

She yanked the sheet out, hugged it to her chest, and shuffled towards the washing machine on the balcony.

As I passed the security camera, I heard Qin Yuhe say, "So much liquid, what a waste."

Song Xinya: "..."

Her mouth was flying ahead, but her brain was chasing after it, and she asked, "What does 'not wasting' mean?"

Qin Yuhe: "Using it on me wouldn't be a waste."

The redness on Song Xinya's face deepened.

Thankfully, he didn't say that he should drink it so as not to waste it.

.........

Song Xinya works during the day and tutors Sheng Tianjun at six o'clock in the evening.

During a break from tutoring, she asked Sheng Tianjun, "Does your dad have any plans to return to China soon?"

Sheng Tianjun: "I haven't heard him mention this, so I don't think so."

Song Xinya's heart skipped a beat. If Sheng Changpu didn't return to China, how could she treat Qin Yuhe's hand?

"Teacher Song, you seem quite disappointed when you heard that my father isn't coming back to China?" Sheng Tianjun observed Song Xinya's expression.

"You're so eager to see my dad? What, you like him?"

Song Xinya: "Did you even receive nine years of compulsory education? How can your values ​​be so distorted?"

Sheng Tianjun: "Nowadays, many young girls want to marry older men. No matter what, my dad is a respected older man, and many young girls like him."

Song Xinya: "I don't like it. I'm not interested in men who are more than ten years older than me."

Sheng Tianjun was secretly delighted. He looked at her intently and asked, "Are you interested in your younger brother who is eight years younger than you?"

Song Xinya scoffed: "I have even less interest. I don't have the inclination to be a mother to little boys."

Sheng Tianjun: "He's only eight years younger than you, how did he become your son?"

Song Xinya: "Buy a mirror and take a good look at yourself. Do you even deserve to be my son? If you were my son, I would strangle you to death."

Sheng Tianjun: "Your words are too harsh. They hurt me."

Song Xinya: "You're the one who's sad, not me."

Sheng Tianjun: "Fine, you heartless woman."

Next, Song Xinya gave Sheng Tianjun a lesson for another hour.

As she drove home, she saw a black Mercedes SUV in her rearview mirror.

She drove for three blocks, and the black Mercedes SUV was still following behind her.

Song Xinya deliberately took a detour and drove to Xu's Dessert Shop to buy a strawberry cake.

After she came out with the cake, got into her car, and drove home.

On the highway, she saw that black SUV again in her rearview mirror.

These black SUVs are quite common on the road, nothing special.

What's unusual is that all three streets were following her, and even after she took a detour, she could still see it following behind.

Even if it were the most convenient route, it couldn't have been this convenient.

Someone is following her.

Who is following her?