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

When eating with Qin Yuhe, the shrimp were shell-less, the fish were boneless, the snail meat was already picked out, and the fruit was peel-less.

Song Xinya didn't even need to pick up any food, because her bowl was always full, and it was always filled with her favorite dishes.

She never told him what dishes she liked to eat, but he had already deduced her preferences from the brightness of her eyes when she saw a dish, her reaction when eating, and the frequency with which she picked up food.

Qin Yuhe's insightful observations were not only evident in the business world, but also in how he took care of her.

He is elegant and proper in his behavior, and he does everything with ease and composure. When he observes other people's preferences, he does not make them feel uncomfortable as if they are being spied on, because you are not even aware that he is observing you, yet he has already observed all the information.

When Song Xinya was with Qin Yuhe, she felt only relaxation and happiness.

The dazzling starry sky ceiling created a romantic and enchanting atmosphere. The man sitting opposite her was very handsome, and the food on the table looked and smelled delicious. The bottle of red wine, worth an apartment, tasted exceptionally good.

Song Xinya enjoyed her lunch very much.

As she walked arm in arm with Qin Yuhe to the restaurant entrance, the starry sky ceiling, resembling the Milky Way, suddenly disappeared, and after a brief period of darkness, the space was suddenly brightly lit again.

When she arrived, the Starry Sky Peak appeared.

As she left, the Starry Sky Peak disappeared.

As Qin Yuhe said, the starry sky ceiling was only meant for her to see.

The elevator stopped on the 8th floor. After saying goodbye to Qin Yuhe, Song Xinya walked towards the company.

When she reached for the door at the company entrance, a male colleague sitting near the door suddenly stood up, rushed to the door, and opened it for her.

She carried the cup to the tea room, and before her hand even touched the teapot, the cup was filled with water.

As she was organizing a stack of documents to make copies, a colleague deftly took them away, saying, "Teacher Song, let me help you."

As she walked through the company, everyone she encountered treated her with respect and politeness, smiling kindly and courteously at her.

Even Zhao Yinian, who liked to pick on her, would lower his head and walk around her like a mouse seeing a cat when he saw her.

Song Xinya personally experienced what Qin Yuhe meant when he said that the identity of Mrs. Qin was quite intimidating, and after it was made public, she would have far fewer troubles around her.

She was happy to be free.

There is no obligation to suffer in life; one should enjoy blessings as they come, and she deserves them.

Song Xinya sipped the hand-ground coffee her colleague had ground for her and searched for social news online, hoping to see if there were any reports of Sheng Tianjun being beaten up at a beauty salon.

I searched through all the news, but there wasn't a single report about this.

There was also no information regarding Sheng Tianjun reporting the incident to the police.

After get off work, Song Xinya received a phone call from Han Jingyi.

"Xin Xin, Sheng Tianjun was seriously injured and has been admitted to the ICU."

Song Xinya asked with a smile, "How serious is the injury?"

Han Jingyi: "He suffered a broken nose, a fractured skull, four broken ribs, and fractures in his wrist and ankle."

Song Xinya: "He's so badly injured, when does he plan to die?"

Han Jingyi: "..."

After a moment of silence, he realized something was wrong. Song Xinya wasn't the kind of person who would curse someone to die for no reason.

"Has something happened that I don't know about?"

Song Xinya: "He was beaten up, but I don't know the specifics."

Han Jingyi then tactfully stopped asking questions.

"Xin Xin, Sheng Tianjun's father, Sheng Changpu, a burn specialist, has returned from the United States."

Song Xinya: "He has to come back. His son is dying, and as his father, he has to hold a funeral for him."

Han Jingyi: "..." Another silence followed.

He paused, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and asked, "Do you still want to see Sheng Changpu?"

Song Xinya: "Yes, I want to see what kind of father could raise such a heartless and insane son."

Han Jingyi fell silent again.

After a short while, he said, "I will try to arrange a time to accompany you so that you can meet Sheng Changpu."

After packing her things, Song Xinya picked up her bag and walked out of the company.

She saw Qin Yuhe standing at the door, one hand in his pocket.

He walked up to her, took her bag from her hand, and pulled her into his arms with his other hand: "I've come to pick you up from get off work."

Since they went public with their relationship, he hasn't tried to hide it at all. Now it's rush hour, with people coming and going, and he, a group president, is standing openly at the entrance of her company waiting for her.

The news that she was President Qin's wife had already spread throughout the entire group.

The passing employees looked at Song Xinya with envy in their eyes.

Song Xinya nestled against Qin Yuhe's chest, looking up at his sharply defined jawline: "Aren't you working overtime today?"

Qin Yuhe: "No, I pushed the matter to my assistant."

Song Xinya: "Can the assistant handle everything?"

Qin Yuhe: "Absolutely not."

Song Xinya: "Then what should we do?"

Qin Yuhe: "When we get home, I'll make you a cucumber salad."

Song Xinya punched his chest: "How can you still be joking? Don't let it interfere with work."

Qin Yuhe: "You seem very concerned about company matters now?"

Song Xinya: "Of course, the money you earn is joint property of the couple, so of course I have to care about my money."

Qin Yuhe: "Are you a money-grubber?"

Song Xinya: "Yes."

Qin Yuhe: "Great, I happen to have a lot of money."

Song Xinya: "When you heard me say I love money, why didn't you call me a gold digger?"

Qin Yuhe: "There are no gold-digging women in the world, only women who want to live a good life. This is a derogatory term that poor boys deliberately use to describe women in order to cover up their despicable desire to possess a woman without spending a penny."

"Women are inherently expensive. Clothes, shoes, bags, skincare products, and cosmetics all have price tags and are quite pricey. Women spend a lot of time, money, and energy to maintain their beauty. If a man wants to have a beautiful woman, he has to honestly pay the price—whether it's money, time, or at least basic respect and understanding."

"In the end, wanting someone to be beautiful, understanding, and free—this isn't looking for a partner; it's looking for a slave who can serve as a facade, a stepping stone, and who doesn't need to be paid."

"There is no such thing as a free beauty, just as there is no such thing as a free lunch."

Song Xinya listened to Qin Yuhe's words with eyes full of admiration.

Wow, no wonder he's the group president, his speaking skills are top-notch.

Qin Yuhe embraced Song Xinya as they entered the elevator. In the small, secluded space, he placed his hands on her lower back.

He pressed his body against hers, his actions intimate and suggestive, his deep, captivating eyes gazing at her: "Give me a kiss."

Song Xinya's cheeks flushed: "This elevator is very fast, it only takes 40 seconds to get to the first floor."

"Then kiss for 40 seconds," Qin Yuhe said, lowering his head to kiss her lips.

His kiss was restrained and gentle, his lips lingering on the outer edge of her lips, gently sucking and slowly rubbing.

Unlike usual, he didn't forcefully and aggressively stick his tongue into her mouth to sweep and lick.

A week passed. During the day, Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe were busy with their own work. At night, they lay in bed chatting, reading, and falling asleep in each other's arms.

The only thing missing was sex.

In the past, every night they spent together, Qin Yuhe wouldn't stop until he had made her drenched in sweat, exhausted, and covered in his semen.

Now neither she nor he mentions it.

Three more days passed, and it was Saturday when Qin Yuhe received a call from his grandfather.

"You're back from Shanghai? Why didn't you tell me?"

Qin Yuhe: "Grandpa has so many trusted and loyal ministers in the company, you don't need me to tell you that I'm back."

Old Master Qin complained, "I've been back for ten days and haven't come to see me at all."

Qin Yuhe: "You even know I've been back for ten days. Grandpa, aren't you too idle? You take pleasure in monitoring your grandson every day."

Old Master Qin chuckled: "You are a prince, not a hostage. Do I need to monitor you every day?"

Qin Yuhe: "Grandpa, don't say that. The people have finally ushered in the new China. If others hear this, they'll think you're trying to overthrow the Qing Dynasty and restore the old regime, and bring back an emperor from the feudal era for me."

Old Master Qin: "Rebel against the Qing and restore the Qing? Do you think I'm Yuan Shikai?"

Qin Yuhe: "You are my grandfather."

Grandpa Qin: "It's good that you know. Today, we're taking Ya Ya back to the old house. Your grandma and I both miss you."

After hanging up the phone, Old Mrs. Qin came out of the kitchen, her voice anxious: "Young man, did you buy the bull penis I asked you to go to the market?"

Old Master Qin: "Beautiful lady, how could I not do what you asked me to do?"

Grandma Qin: "Is it the freshest bullwhip? It has to be the one that was just taken off the bull."

Grandpa Qin: "I watched the butcher carve it."

Grandma Qin: "Two?"

Grandpa Qin: "I bought eight."

Grandma Qin: "Eight roots are good, eight methods at once, let the chef stew them all at once for our Hehe to drink."

Grandpa Qin: "Every time, he makes his grandson drink soup made from the genitals of bulls, eight at a time. Did he ever ask his grandson's opinion?"

Grandma Qin said, "The principle of 'like cures like' applies here. You are what you eat. Only after drinking the soup made from eight bull penises can our Hehe become even stronger."

"Our Hehe's abdominal injury has completely healed. He can exert himself however he wants. It's time for him and Ya Ya to start having a baby."

The old man and woman couldn't stop smiling when they thought about their grandson and granddaughter arriving soon.

With Qin Yuhe and Song Xinya's looks, their child must be incredibly beautiful!

Qin Yuhe led Song Xinya to the old house, where the ox penis soup had just been cooked and was served.

Qin Yuhe, smelling the pungent, fishy odor in the air, smiled wryly: "Grandma, what kind of culinary disaster have you cooked for me this time?"

Grandma Qin: "Grandson, can't you speak properly? What kind of 'dark cuisine' is this? Would Grandma harm you? Grandma cooked something delicious for you."

Qin Yuhe lifted the lid of a huge clay pot in front of him and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"One bull penis isn't enough for me, is it? You're stewing eight for me to drink? How weak must my kidneys be?"

Grandma Qin: "The more the better! This soup has a strong aftereffect; after you drink it, I guarantee you'll be able to work harder than the donkeys in the production team!"