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

Upon seeing the scene inside the room, Qin Yuhe's blood boiled as if a volcano had erupted, spewing forth lava.

Song Xinya had black tape over her mouth, her limbs were bound, and her body was bent over, like a shrimp at the mercy of others, lying on the cold ground.

She was such a clean person, yet she was covered in filthy dust.

A man was squatting down beside her, unbuttoning her clothes.

Sheng Tianjun angrily scolded Song Xinya: "Damn it, why are you wearing so many buttons today? Why are you wearing a shirt dress? If you were wearing something easy to take off, I would have already entered your body."

The rose fell to the floor, its petals scattering and crumbling, leaving a trail of vibrant red petals.

Qin Yuhe grabbed Sheng Tianjun by the collar, pulled him up, and bang—slammed a punch into Sheng Tianjun's face!

Sheng Tianjun was sent flying by a punch, his back slamming heavily against the hard wall. A tooth flew out of his mouth, fell to the floor, and rolled around.

Song Xinya opened her tightly closed eyes in despair and saw Qin Yuhe's face.

China has accumulated so many Chinese characters over five thousand years, yet not a single character or word can accurately describe her feelings at this moment.

Just now, Sheng Tianjun used vulgar language to tease her, insult her, and curse her. He even used disgusting hands to take off her clothes. She had endured the torment and held back her tears. But the moment she saw Qin Yuhe, two streams of hot tears flowed from her eyes and streamed down her cheeks.

Her eyes were brimming with tears.

Pitiful and pathetic.

She's such a proud person.

Tian Tianquan, Chen Siyan, and the beautician ran to the door and instinctively rushed into the house, wanting to look inside.

Qin Yuhe closed the door behind him, and the people outside saw nothing.

He strode over and picked her up from the ground.

He sat on the sofa, and she sat on his lap.

He held her with one arm and wiped away her tears with the other.

Her tears streamed onto his palms, burning his skin.

Qin Yuhe felt pain, no matter how hot the tears could be.

His palms became increasingly damp. At first, it was just a faint watermark, but later it accumulated into a shallow puddle, flowing down the lines of Qin Yuhe's palm.

I feel so wronged.

Song Xinya felt extremely wronged.

She did nothing wrong, so why should she suffer such humiliation?

People don't cry when they feel wronged or in pain, but they will cry when they see someone who cares about them.

Pain hardens people, but concern can trigger the collapse of the soul.

In front of people who care about me, the grievances and vulnerabilities I've been suppressing inside finally find a place to be placed.

When you are being carefully protected, you don't need to pretend to be strong.

Tears were completely out of control, falling like beads from a broken string, pattering down incessantly.

I just can't stop it.

Song Xinya cried so hard she could barely breathe.

Qin Yuhe tore off the black tape stuck to her mouth, lowered his head, and kissed her lips.

It was a kiss devoid of any eroticism, gentle, tiptoeing, and careful, licking her wounds.

Lips touched, a warm and soft sensation.

He kissed her very carefully, little by little, slowly, from the cupid's bow to the corner of her lips, and then from one corner of her lips to the other.

She could clearly feel how delicate and soft the skin on his lips was.

His tongue licked across her lips, moistening her dry lips.

His unique and pleasant scent entered her nostrils, sank deep into her lungs, and lingered, permeating every inch of her body, roaming through her limbs and bones, driving away the coldness in her body and warming her.

She wasn't crying as hard anymore.

The pent-up grievances in her heart, under his gentle comfort, were like a balloon about to burst being unsealed and slowly overflowing.

Her emotions calmed down.

Qin Yuhe then released her lips.

He took off his suit jacket and covered her with it.

His body heat lingered in the lining of her suit jacket, clinging to her body.

Song Xinya shrank closer into his suit. With her hands and feet free to move, she realized that when he kissed her earlier, he had untied the rough hemp rope binding her wrists and ankles at some point.

Qin Yuhe asked in a deep voice above her head, "Sweetie, are you still scared?"

Song Xinya wrapped her arms around his waist: "I'm not afraid anymore. I'm not afraid when I see you."

Qin Yuhe let out a soft "Mmm," wiped away the tears on her face, and said, "Tian Tianquan and Chen Siyan are outside. You go with them first."

Song Xinya knew what was going to happen next, and worried about him, she shook her head: "I want to stay here with you."

Qin Yuhe didn't say no, and went along with her wishes, taking out a pair of wireless earphones from his suit pocket and putting them in her ears: "Don't listen to what happens next."

He pulled his suit jacket up over her head, covering it: "Don't look."

Song Xinya had his clothes covering her head. Although the occasion had nothing to do with celebration, she thought of brides in ancient times wearing red veils.

He used his suit jacket to build a small sanctuary for her, a safe, quiet, and peaceful place where all the storms of the outside world were irrelevant to her.

At this moment, Sheng Tianjun, who had been beaten and was lying on the ground, recovered and stood up.

Sheng Tianjun wiped the blood from his mouth, spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, and looked at the man in front of him with a mocking tone: "You've taken a liking to her too, haven't you? Everyone likes pretty things, but there's a first-come, first-served rule. I took a liking to her first, so I'll play with her first, and then I'll give her to you when I'm done with her."

"Go to hell!"

With a bang, Qin Yuhe punched Sheng Tianjun in the face again.

Another tooth flew out of Sheng Tianjun's mouth, landing on the floor, mingling with blood and rolling around.

The usually elegant and refined Prince Qin, who never swore, was now completely out of control.

He walked up to Sheng Tianjun and, as Sheng Tianjun tried to get up, kicked him in the chest, sending him flying two meters away.

At this moment, Sheng Tianjun was like a rag, flying out and then falling heavily to the ground.

"Ugh—", he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Qin Yuhe still didn't let him go, approaching him and casting a shadow that completely enveloped him from his tall and muscular body.

Sheng Tianjun felt a sudden dizziness, as if it had gotten dark.

There was a wooden table in the room where things were placed. Qin Yuhe grabbed Sheng Tianjun by the head, dragged him up, and slammed his head onto the table.

Bang! The wooden table collapsed.

Sheng Tianjun fell to the ground along with the wood fragments, his eyes blinded by blood. He struggled and writhed on the ground, unable to get up.

Outside the door, Tian Tianquan, Chen Siyan, and the beautician heard a series of banging sounds coming from inside the room.

It was the sound of fists hitting flesh, a violent sound that sent chills down your spine and made your hair stand on end.

Tian Tian asked worriedly, "Won't President Qin get beaten up?"

Beautician: "President Qin looks so noble and elegant, he probably wouldn't fight."

Chen Siyan: "What kind of gibberish are you talking about? What man wouldn't fight if he saw his woman being bullied? He would not only fight, but beat the other party to death."

Tian Tianquan: "That little bastard Sheng Tianjun is very cunning. He might have hidden knives, sticks, guns or something in the house. If that happens, President Qin will be in danger."

Beautician: "No matter how hard a fist is, it can't withstand a knife. If President Qin were to be slashed by that little boy, he would go limp and only be able to get beaten up."

Swords have no eyes; if you were really stabbed, the blood loss alone could kill you.

Chen Siyan became a little worried after hearing what the two of them said.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, several henchmen brought by Sheng Tianjun rushed over, opened the door first, and rushed into the room.

Those henchmen were all burly and strong, with muscles like lumps of iron.

Tian Tianquan, Chen Siyan, and the beautician were shocked by what they saw.

What should we do? President Qin is going to get beaten up!

Chen Siyan looked around the corridor, grabbed a fire extinguisher from a corner, and shouted, "Ahhh! Charge! President Qin, I'm here to save you!"

He rushed to the door with a fire extinguisher in hand and saw a burly man fly out of the house and crash to the floor with a thud.

Chen Siyan suddenly stopped in his tracks. Huh? What's going on?

Immediately afterwards, a second, a third, a fourth, and a fifth burly man flew out of the house like dumplings being dropped into a pot, crashing to the ground with thuds.

They were all bleeding from their heads, screaming in agony.

Tian Tianquan, Chen Siyan, and the beautician were dumbfounded.

They were just worried that President Qin would be beaten, but they were really overthinking it.

Inside the room, Song Xinya listened to Qin Yuhe and sat obediently on the sofa, with earphones in her ears and his suit jacket covering her head.

The slender man pinched her earlobe with his long fingers and removed the earphone from her ear.

Qin Yuhe bent down and picked her up from the sofa in his arms: "Sweetie, I'm taking you home."