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

Song Xinya returned to her bedroom, looked at the camera, and said cheerfully, "I'm back."

Qin Yuhe was sitting in his office chair, his pen marking documents, the quiet air filled with the soft scratching of the pen tip on the paper.

His fingers are long and slender, his brushstrokes are vigorous, and his handwriting is well-spaced, elegant and unrestrained, like clouds and smoke falling on the paper, as if a dragon is soaring through the clouds.

Next to the file, in an empty space, lies a spare phone, its screen constantly lit, displaying surveillance footage.

The moment the cheerful female voice rang out, Qin Yuhe's pen suddenly stopped, and he abruptly withdrew the pen.

"I'm listening."

The deep, magnetic voice entered Song Xinya's ears, like a fine current flowing into her ear canal, making her ears go weak.

"I thought you weren't here. It's like every time I call you, you're there."

Qin Yuhe put away the documents, put down his pen, and abandoned all other important work. Gazing at her on the screen, he focused on only one thing—

Chat with her.

"My phone always has a chat window open, ready to serve you at any time."

Song Xinya smiled, a slight curl at the corner of her lips: "So, does that mean I have to keep the chat window open on my phone all the time, ready to serve you at any moment?"

Qin Yuhe: "No need. This is my requirement for myself. I have no requirements for you. I only hope that you are safe and happy."

Song Xinya exclaimed "Oh dear!" with her eyes crinkling and her head spinning. She was so tempted.

There's only one day left before the two of them can meet.

She couldn't wait and hoped time would pass quickly.

"Have you booked your plane ticket for tomorrow?"

Qin Yuhe's calm voice came over: "I don't fly on passenger planes, I travel by private jet."

Song Xinya: "Fine, I guess I was judging you rich people by my own standards."

Qin Yuhe: "It's okay. You'll get used to traveling by private jet in the future. It will become your daily routine."

Song Xinya: "I want a hug from the big boss."

Qin Yuhe: "My arms aren't that long; I can't stretch them from Shanghai to Beijing."

Song Xinya: "Then give me a kiss, pout your lips towards the screen, and give me a rocking horse."

Qin Yuhe smiled faintly, his sharp eyebrows softening into gentleness: "Ya Ya, you can ask me for money, one million, five million, ten million, anything is fine, but don't make such a request like I did. I can't do something like that."

Song Xinya scoffed, "Now you're all reserved. Before, you lifted my shirt, buried your head in my clothes, and lay on top of me, sucking, licking, and biting."

Qin Yuhe: "..."

"Times have changed."

Song Xinya: "He picks up the bowl to eat me, then puts it down and pretends to be high and mighty."

Qin Yuhe: "Didn't you eat me too?"

Song Xinya suddenly bristled: "Who, who ate you? I've never eaten you."

Qin Yuhe's languid tone was both flirtatious and dashing: "So you want me to have a taste, is that it?"

Song Xinya blushed even more. Her usually sharp mind had completely shut down, and she managed to utter three dry words: "You're filthy!"

Qin Yuhe: "You're just like me."

Song Xinya: "..."

"Who's like you? We're not the same."

Qin Yuhe: "They even started singing."

When Song Xinya spoke urgently just now, her tone sounded a lot like that viral internet song, "We Are Different."

Song Xinya: (ᗜ ˰ ᗜ)

I'm embarrassed.

She opened the closet, grabbed her pajamas, and ran into the bathroom: "I told you, I'm going to take a shower."

After taking a shower, Song Xinya heard the scratching sound of a pen tip moving across paper coming from the camera.

Knowing he was busy with work, she didn't say anything, lifted the covers and lay down, picked up a book, and quietly lay down.

Because she's been too busy with work lately, as soon as she lies down in bed, her eyes feel dizzy and she can't concentrate on anything.

He casually picked up a book and held it in front of his face, pretending to read.

Her mind was foggy, and the book hit her face with a thud.

Qin Yuhe looked up at the screen and saw the book's title: "The Overbearing Emperor's Gentle Pampering Is Too Much for the Delicate Little Sister."

She's been reading this book lately.

Why do you read so many serious books instead of this pornographic one?

This shows how hungry his wife has been lately.

Qin Yuhe saw all of this and thought to himself, since she wants it so much, he will definitely satisfy her properly when he gets back tomorrow.

.........

In the luxurious penthouse, Sheng Tianjun sat lazily in a bathrobe by the floor-to-ceiling window, a lit cigarette between his fingers.

He had just taken a shower, his hair was still wet and hung down casually, water droplets dripping from the ends of his hair and running down his cheeks.

Her bangs partially obscured her eyebrows and eyes, and wisps of smoke blurred her face, giving her an air of dampness and gloom.

Beside him stood a middle-aged man wrapped up like a mummy.

His head, arms, upper body, and legs were all wrapped in white gauze.

Sheng Tianjun glanced at him: "You're a man who's two meters tall and weighs 180 pounds, and you've been turned into this mess by a woman. I'm truly impressed."

Middle-aged man: "That's no ordinary woman. She's brave, resourceful, and very difficult to deal with."

Sheng Tianjun: "If it were easy, I would have done it long ago, and I wouldn't need you."

Middle-aged man: "Young Master Sheng, this counts as a work injury, right? Please reimburse my medical expenses."

Sheng Tianjun: "You're a useless piece of trash who's good for nothing. You didn't get anything done for me, and now you're asking me for money."

He opened a drawer, took out a thick wad of cash, and threw it at the middle-aged man's face.

Countless red bills fluttered in the air like snowflakes.

The middle-aged man bent down and picked up the bills one by one.

He demonstrated through his actions that one cannot sacrifice money for dignity.

Sheng Tianjun finished his cigarette, stood up from his chair, and said confidently, "I still have to take charge myself."

He made a phone call. Just moments before he had been arrogant and domineering, but when he spoke, his voice was weak and feeble, as if he were about to die.

It's as if he has some serious illness.

Like someone with a split personality.

Song Xinya was asleep when she received Sheng Tianjun's call.

Even a donkey would be unhappy to be suddenly woken up.

Song Xinya's voice was naturally unfriendly: "Who are you?"

Sheng Tianjun coughed weakly and said, "Teacher Song, I have a fever."

Song Xinya: "If you have a fever, go see a doctor. Call me, can I cure your fever?"

Sheng Tianjun: "My family wasn't around, and no one took me to the hospital."

Song Xinya: "Are you mentally challenged? If no one's taking you, you can call 120."

Sheng Tianjun coughed violently for a while: "Teacher Song, I feel terrible, I want to come to you."

Song Xinya: "Why are you looking for me? I'm not your mother."

Sheng Tianjun: "Teacher Song, aren't you afraid I'll burn to death?"

Song Xinya: "If that's really the case, I'll buy a string of firecrackers tomorrow and set them off to celebrate joyfully."

*Click*—The phone is hung up.

Putting down her phone and lying back in bed, Song Xinya muttered, "That Sheng Tianjun is a lunatic."

Qin Yuhe was still awake when he heard this phone call in the middle of the night.

Song Xinya's voice was very soft, and her mumbled words were unclear.

Qin Yuhe heard the words "crazy person" but didn't catch the name that came before them.

The eighth day has arrived.

Song Xinya was full of anticipation, looking forward to meeting Qin Yuhe tonight.

She arrived at the company radiant.

The moment I sat down at my workstation, I saw a card on my desk.

She opened the card and saw four words written on it:

I want to C you.