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

When Song Xinya suddenly ran forward, Qin Yuhe thought she was going to do something foolish, and his heart pounded wildly like he was bungee jumping.

In an instant, she bumped into his arms.

Qin Yuhe's tense heart suddenly relaxed, and he stroked her head with his hand: "Is this how you grab people? I thought you were going to run away, you little liar."

Song Xinya looked up at him, her eyes clear and resolute: "Why would I run away?"

Qin Yuhe thought she was still saddened by yesterday's events and might do something drastic.

He underestimated her.

She was stronger than he had imagined.

Let bygones be bygones. Bringing up old stories over and over again is like tearing open someone's wounds.

Qin Yuhe didn't mention anything about yesterday, but pointed to the garden in front of him and said, "The hydrangeas are blooming beautifully, I'll pick a bunch for you."

Song Xinya: "Okay, I'll go find a pretty vase and fill it with nutrient solution to keep it fresh."

The two divided the tasks: Qin Yuhe went to the garden to pick flowers.

As Song Xinya placed the vase she had found on the table and added nutrient solution to it, a bunch of pink and blue hydrangeas caught her eye.

She turned her head and saw Qin Yuhe's handsome face; her lips were almost touching his cheek.

"You're fast."

Qin Yuhe lowered his gaze to her lips: "A man shouldn't say 'fast'."

"Oh," Song Xinya corrected, "you're so quick."

Qin Yuhe hummed in response, and the deep, resonant tone in his voice made Song Xinya feel as if her ears were about to become pregnant.

He stood behind her, his chest almost touching her back, and the hand holding the flowers was half-encircling her, reaching out in front of her.

With him around, it was hard for her to concentrate on the flowers.

Qin Yuhe extended the hand holding the flowers forward, his muscular arm brushing against her chest.

"Don't you want it?"

"want."

Song Xinya took the hydrangea with both hands and held it in her arms.

Qin Yuhe recalled the bouquet of red roses that he had never given away, which had long since withered on the back seat of the Rolls-Royce.

"Consider this bouquet of hydrangeas as a belated gift to you."

Song Xinya's eyes were blank. He didn't owe her anything: "What do you mean, 'make up for what'?"

Qin Yuhe: "Didn't you say you liked it when I came back from a business trip and came to see you with flowers?"

"Oh, that," Song Xinya said casually, having completely forgotten about it.

Qin Yuhe cupped her face in his hands, kissed her lips, and said, "Important people often have bad memories."

He said he would spend the next two days with her, and he truly meant it. During those two days, he didn't handle any official business, didn't answer any work calls, and his eyes, mind, and attention were all on her.

During the day, he stayed by her side every step of the way; at night, he held her as they slept.

However, the two did not have sex.

Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe both tacitly agreed not to mention the matter.

When she woke up in the morning, he had already covered her waist and abdomen with a blanket to cover his physical reaction.

On the third day, Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe went to work together.

Inside the Rolls-Royce, Qin Yuhe's phone kept ringing. The president of such a large corporation had vanished for two days, leaving behind a lot of things to deal with.

He called from home all the way to the company entrance.

Inside the president's private elevator, the red floor number was stopped at 8.

The elevator doors opened, and seeing Qin Yuhe pressing his phone against his ear, Song Xinya didn't disturb him and walked out.

Her arm was held in his warm hand, and he pulled her back into his embrace. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead: "Let's have lunch together."

Song Xinya felt her head spinning, like she was dizzy from eating too many carbs, and said in a daze, "Okay."

She stepped out of the elevator, took a step forward, then stepped back, looked at him inside, and asked, "Why did you kiss my forehead but not my lips?"

Qin Yuhe: "You're wearing lipstick, and I'm worried I'll smudge your makeup."

Seemingly sensing her slight displeasure, he said, "Come here, let me kiss your lips again."

Song Xinya turned and walked away like a proud white swan: "No, you'll ruin my makeup."

Qin Yuhe smiled slightly and pressed the close button on the elevator.

When Song Xinya walked into the company, Chen Siyan was quite surprised to see her.

Contrary to his expectations, Song Xinya seemed to be in good spirits, showing no signs of dejection or sadness.

Chen Siyan would certainly not reopen old wounds; he would act as if nothing had happened and treat others the same way he always had.

Good morning, Teacher Song.

Song Xinya smiled and replied, "Good morning, Manager Chen."

Chen Siyan: "The coffee shop is having a promotion today, buy one get one half price. I can't pass up such a great deal, so I'll treat you to a coffee."

Like most people, Chen Siyan would buy anything when he saw the "buy one get one half price" offer, as if it were free.

The coffee was served quickly. It wasn't time for work yet, so the two chatted about the latest news while leisurely sipping their coffee.

Zhao Yinian walked over: "Hey, have you two heard? A couple of days ago, a rape happened at a beauty salon."

Song Xinya's hand holding the coffee paused sharply.

Chen Siyan saw her hand tremble violently and turned to look at Zhao Yinian: "You son of a bitch, how come your mouth sounds like you've eaten shit?"

"Others grow up eating grains, Zhao Yinian, you must have grown up eating manure three times a day."

Zhao Yinian, her face flushed with anger, retorted, "Why are you reacting so strongly? Were you raped?"

Chen Siyan: "According to your logic, since you're so concerned about this, does that mean you've been raped?"

Zhao Yinian: "Rushing out so early in the morning, you're going to get shot. I just wanted to discuss some gossip I heard with you guys."

Chen Siyan: "This is not gossip; it concerns the girl's innocence and reputation. I don't expect you to feel sorry for her, but please maintain basic humanity and respect. Don't treat other people's pain as a joke or something to talk about."

"People who speak harshly are either emotionally unintelligent and lack tact, or they have character flaws. Being sarcastic and mean is never about being straightforward; it's malice ingrained in their bones. They lack both ability and vision. Such people deserve to be struck by lightning!"

At this moment, a group of colleagues walked in from the door, and upon hearing Chen Siyan's words, they wholeheartedly agreed.

"Well said, Manager Chen. Those who seize every opportunity to rub salt into other people's wounds are vicious and twisted."

"This kind of person is disgusting, ugly, and repulsive."

"How unfortunate must one's life be to constantly find fault with others and satisfy one's dark and twisted possessiveness by destroying their happiness? It's too good for such a person to be struck by lightning; she should be drowned in a cesspool."

Zhao Yinian suddenly couldn't utter the sarcastic and mocking words she was about to say to Song Xinya.

Sitting back in her office, Zhao Yinian was fuming and struggling to breathe.

After being angry for a while, she laughed again.

So what if Song Xinya has colleagues protecting her? She's already a ruined woman who was defiled by Sheng Tianjun. President Qin must despise her to death.

Soon enough, Song Xinya's position as Qin Yuhe's girlfriend became untenable.

Song Xinya was determined to marry into the Qin family, but now her wish is about to be dashed.

Not only will she not be able to marry into the Qin family, she won't even be able to be President Qin's girlfriend; she's going to be dumped.

Zhao Yinian comforted herself and cheered herself up.

At noon, someone shouted, "President Qin is here!"

Zhao Yinian ran out like a butterfly, her voice excited: "President Qin, what brings you here?"

Qin Yuhe's gaze passed over her and went straight to Song Xinya: "I've come to have dinner with my wife."

Wife, wife!

Song Xinya is President Qin's wife!

Zhao Yinian was stunned and petrified, dumbfounded.