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

Qin Yuhe walked out of the flower shop carrying a large bouquet of flowers.

A handsome man, fiery red roses, and warm sunshine.

Even the wind on the road tastes sweet.

It's just a few steps from the flower shop to the Rolls-Royce.

The sight of Qin Yuhe holding the flowers drew countless admiring glances.

He got into the car, and there were roses on the seat next to him.

Driver: "Mr. Qin, where to next?"

Go find her.

Qin Yuhe: "The company."

The driver headed towards the Qin Group building.

The scenery on both sides of the road rushed past, transforming into a undulating stream.

The driver was very efficient, driving smoothly and quickly, getting Mr. Qin to his wife's side at the company building as fast as possible.

Qin Yuhe got out of the car carrying flowers and walked into the hall.

The employees coming and going were all surprised to see their CEO, and their eyes turned to envy when they saw the roses in his arms.

"President Qin is back from his business trip!"

"Who are the flowers he's holding for?"

"Of course it's his girlfriend, Song Xinya. Could it be you?"

"That hurts, bro."

"He came back from a business trip and brought flowers to see his girlfriend. How romantic!"

Qin Yuhe took the private elevator to the 8th floor.

The employees collectively exclaimed "Wow!"

Someone shouted, "President Qin is here!"

Zhao Yinian ran out of the office in her high heels, so fast that she almost twisted her ankle.

"President Qin!"

The voice was joyful and excited, with the ending note rising.

She ran eagerly to Qin Yuhe's side, her fingers brushing against her ear, her face full of shyness.

"Mr. Qin, what brings you to the company?"

Qin Yuhe: "See Song Xinya."

Zhao Yinian's face was so gloomy, as if he had never seen the sun since birth.

Qin Yuhe glanced around the lobby, looking at the empty workstations: "Where is Song Xinya?"

Zhao Yinian: "She took leave and went out. I don't know what she went to do. Maybe she has a date with someone."

Qin Yuhe: "She only dates me, she doesn't date anyone else."

Zhao Yinian's face was as black as the bottom of a large iron pot in the cafeteria.

Qin Yuhe turned and walked out. Zhao Yinian, who had finally managed to see him, was reluctant to let him leave and hurriedly said, "President Qin, I have some very important work matters to report to you."

Qin Yuhe: "Let's put that aside for now. I have more important things to do."

Zhao Yinian: "What's more important?"

Qin Yuhe: "See Song Xinya."

Zhao Yinian's face could drip ink.

Qin Yuhe walked out of the company, sat in his Rolls-Royce, and texted Song Xinya: [Where are you?]

I waited for a while, but no one replied.

What is she busy with right now?

.........

Inside the beauty salon.

The beautician's massage technique was so professional. After applying whitening essence to Song Xinya's body, her slender hands roamed over her body, her massage technique flowing smoothly and with just the right amount of pressure.

Song Xinya felt that she was not only getting a beauty treatment, but also enjoying a master-level massage, so she fell asleep comfortably.

She was awakened by the beautician.

"Miss Song, you can get up and check out the results of this full-body beauty treatment now."

Song Xinya got out of bed and stood in front of the mirror.

The mirror reflected a beautiful woman with jet-black hair, soft and delicate skin, and a fair and graceful body that was smooth and radiant. Every inch of her skin was so tender that the lines of her skin were not visible.

The effects of a luxury spa treatment are immediate and remarkable, with benefits akin to bringing the dead back to life.

Song Xinya suddenly understood why those wealthy ladies liked to go to beauty salons.

Who doesn't want to become more beautiful?

It's not just about pleasing men, but also about pleasing yourself. Seeing yourself looking more beautiful makes you feel better.

"I am very satisfied with the results of this beauty treatment."

Beautician: "Customer satisfaction is our greatest joy. Ms. Song, please remember to look for me next time you come to the beauty salon."

She handed a business card to Song Xinya.

"Okay," Song Xinya said, reaching out to take it.

After getting dressed, Song Xinya walked out of the room.

The beautician is tidying up things in the room.

As Song Xinya stepped out of the room, her phone beeped with a notification.

She took out her phone and saw a message from Qin Yuhe: [Where are you?]

As she walked, she texted him: [I'm at...]

Suddenly, the door to the next room opened, and a pair of hands reached out, covering her mouth and nose, and dragging her into the room.

The phone fell to the ground, and the remaining three words "beauty salon" were not typed out.

Some people are so lawless! They dare to kidnap women in broad daylight, right in a beauty salon!

The force pulling Song Xinya was ruthless and powerful. She clung tightly to the door frame with both hands, using it as support to escape.

She left the door open when she came out; the beautician was in the next room, the door wide open.

Unable to make a sound, Song Xinya kicked the door, trying to make as much noise as possible.

A loud bang reached the beautician's ears.

The beautician paused in her tidying, looked up at the door, and asked, "Who is it?"

Hearing the beautician's voice, Song Xinya felt a glimmer of hope.

Her legs thrashed wildly in the air as she kicked the door harder, and it banged loudly again.

The sound reached the beautician's ears even more clearly.

The beautician stared intently at the door: "Who's there? Speak!"

Even though it was broad daylight, for some reason, she felt afraid.

The two sudden clanging sounds sent chills down her spine and gave her goosebumps.

She wanted to stand up and walk towards the door to see what had happened.

But she was timid and afraid of encountering ghosts.

The beautician sat motionless in her chair, conflicted, wanting to go out and see what was happening but not daring to.

But there are no ghosts in broad daylight.

The beautician stomped her foot hard, jumped up from her chair, and walked towards the door.

As she walked to the door, Song Xinya was dragged into the next room.

The beautician turned to look at the next room, but the door slammed shut, and she saw nothing.

She gritted her teeth, mustered her courage, walked to the door of the next room, and knocked.

"Hello, is anyone home?"

A rough male voice came from inside: "Yes, what's wrong?"

Beautician: "I just heard a loud crash. What happened?"

The door creaked open, and a burly man stood in the doorway.

"My friend and I were just joking around, and I kicked the door."

Those two thuds definitely sounded like kicks hitting the door, they matched.

The beautician glanced into the room but didn't see anything special, so she said, "Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you."

She turned around, went back to her room, packed her things, and left.

At this moment, Song Xinya lay on the cold ground with black tape over her mouth and her hands bound with thick hemp rope.

Suddenly, all the lights in the room were turned on, illuminating every corner of the room.

Song Xinya strained to look up and saw the man sitting in the center of the sofa.

The man looked at her and smiled brightly: "You've finally fallen into my hands."