Strange in public! Addicted in private! Pampered every night.

In her eighth week of pregnancy, Song Xinya went for a prenatal checkup.

By observing whether there is a fetal bud and fetal heartbeat, it can be determined whether the embryo is developing normally.

Qin Yuhe accompanied her to the hospital.

On the road, inside the Rolls-Royce, Song Xinya leaned against him, her hands tightly holding his.

She feels like she's going to the capital for the imperial examination; the prenatal checkup is like the exam, and she's terrified of not doing well.

If you don't do well on a test, you can retake it.

The obstetrics results were unsatisfactory, and there was no opportunity for a retake.

The results of prenatal checkups determine whether the two little ones in your belly should be kept or miscarried.

It's impossible not to feel anxious when you finally get pregnant.

Song Xinya was nervous.

She gripped Qin Yuhe's hands tightly, unconsciously tightening her grip until her nails dug into his flesh.

Qin Yuhe hissed, "Ya Ya, be gentle. If you keep pinching, one of my hands will be ruined. What if our child is born and finds out that his father is the one-armed swordsman Yang Guo?"

Song Xinya suddenly released her grip: "Are you alright?"

Qin Yuhe: "It's like you peeled off a piece of my skin."

Song Xinya: "Ah!"

She quickly looked down at his palm; the skin there was intact.

"It didn't peel."

Song Xinya looked up at Qin Yuhe and glared at him: "You lied to me, you liar."

Qin Yuhe stretched out both hands and grabbed her face, pulling it to both sides: "You've almost pinched my hands raw, and you're still angry? You're being unreasonable, Xiao Ya Ya."

They pinched her pretty little face until it was deformed.

Song Xinya also reached out with both hands to pinch his face.

Qin Yuhe tilted his head back, his gaze fixed on her luscious lips.

He released his grip on her cheek, placed his palm on her lower back, pulled her into his arms, lowered his head, kissed her lips, and then deeply kissed them again.

Song Xinya felt a light, blissful sensation.

Qin Yuhe pulled her into a tight embrace, resting his chin on her shoulder, and softly asked, "Are you feeling any better?"

Song Xinya buried her face in his chest and hummed, "Mmm, I feel much better."

Qin Yuhe: "Do you know why?"

Song Xinya: "Phuket Island."

Qin Yuhe: "Because intimacy detoxifies, I am your medicine, and it works as soon as you kiss me."

Song Xinya: "I want more."

Lip adhesion.

His warm, thin lips lingered on hers, pressing against them.

Like caressing a flower petal, he gently rubbed her red lips.

He kissed her soft lips, sucking and licking them.

The breath was drawing near.

The two people were stuck together as if glued together by their breaths.

After kissing for a while, Song Xinya's soft, smooth little hand touched his abdominal muscles, exploring downwards along his firm abdomen.

Qin Yuhe suddenly grabbed her hand and picked it up.

"Don't do anything reckless. You can't have sex during the first three months of pregnancy."

Song Xinya: "I didn't really mean anything, it's just that I haven't had it in a long time, I was craving it, and I wanted to touch it."

Actually, Qin Yuhe was quite greedy too.

But he didn't want to hurt her body, so he would definitely endure it.

There's no guarantee that doing it will cause any consequences, but he doesn't want to take any chances. Even if it's only a one in ten thousand risk, he's unwilling to let her bear it.

The car drove smoothly on the road, getting closer and closer to the hospital, and Song Xinya's calmed mood began to waver again.

Qin Yuhe patiently and gently comforted her: "Ya Ya, I know you are very nervous at every prenatal checkup. Bringing life into the world is a great and arduous process. As a man, I cannot bear this process for you. What I want to tell you is that in my heart, nothing is more important than your health and well-being. I will accept any outcome and I will always be by your side. I will give you the best in terms of both material life and emotional well-being."

The unease in Song Xinya's heart vanished with his words.

When the two arrived at the hospital, they didn't have to wait in line for any of the tests, as Qin Yuhe had already arranged for staff to be waiting for them.

The doctors who examined her were all at the director level.

The doctors spoke to her in a gentle and caring manner.

Qin Yuhe's money and power made Song Xinya feel at home even in the hospital.

The doctor immediately informed Song Xinya of the results of the fetal heartbeat and embryo examination.

"Mrs. Qin, the test results are all good; the embryo is developing normally."

When Song Xinya got home, she happily lay on the bed for a long time, unable to fall asleep.

She rolled around on the bed and then climbed onto Qin Yuhe, rubbing and moving about.

Qin Yuhe: "Seeing you so energetic, I feel relieved. The baby must be very healthy."

Song Xinya: "Where am I full of energy?"

Qin Yuhe glanced down at me: "Where are you touching me with your little hand?"

A sly smile crept into Song Xinya's eyes: "Hehe, you caught me."

Qin Yuhe: "You touched the most sensitive spot. It's not like the system is malfunctioning. How could I not notice?"

He grabbed her shoulders with both hands, turned her body, and pressed her back onto the bed beside him.

"You better go to sleep quietly."

Song Xinya hooked her fingers around the thin straps of her nightgown and pulled them down, revealing a glimpse of her alluring figure.

"I've been experiencing chest pains on and off lately, and I suspect I have breast nodules. Could you massage them and check for any lumps?"

Qin Yuhe: "Chest pain should first be considered as a sign of heart disease, not breast nodules."

He pulled the blanket over her and covered her with it, then reached out and turned off the light.

"Once you touch it, you can't stop. Wait three months."

"……oh."

Song Xinya knew that Qin Yuhe was serious.

Very serious.

Not only do we not make love, but we don't even touch each other anymore.

Since "Qin Bao Gong" was incorruptible, "Song Bao Bao" stopped thinking about the matter.

Song Xinya works two days a week, but spends most of her time at home eating, drinking, and living a life of luxury.

That day was her workday.

The moment Song Xinya sat down in her office, the company's vice president, Liu Yi, walked in triumphantly and placed the sales figures on her desk.

"Mr. Song, look, the sales of our company's new products have increased again."

Song Xinya looked at the ever-increasing sales figures with a calm expression, showing no surprise.

With the college entrance examination approaching, students are preparing intensively, trying any method that can quickly improve their scores.

The timing of the new product launch perfectly matched market demand, making success a natural outcome.

Song Xinya flipped through the sales figures, her gaze pausing on the last page.

It represents the sales revenue of older products.

Sold 0 yuan in a month.

The person in charge is Zhang Yingying.

Zhang Yingying was still being arranged by Liu Yi to hand out flyers on the street and sell outdated and junk products.

To put it simply: We live in the age of smartphones, but someone is selling brick-sized mobile phones on the street.

It would be a miracle if it could be sold.

Liu Yi is quite skilled; his methods of torturing people are extremely ruthless.

Zhang Yingying's relatives and friends were all driven away by him.

Now only Zhang Yingying is left, clinging to the company and refusing to leave.

Song Xinya looked at Zhang Yingying's sales figures but didn't say anything.

Liu Yi observed Song Xinya's expression and knew that her lack of objection meant she supported his continued efforts to deal with Zhang Yingying.

The two tacitly agreed to work together against the same enemy.

Just as Liu Yi was about to leave, a strong force pushed open the office door, and a gust of wind rushed in.

Zhang Yingying stormed up to Song Xinya and said aggressively, "Song Xinya, since you've already developed a new product, why are you making me sell the old ones? You're deliberately targeting me!"

Song Xinya lifted her eyelids and glanced at her: "It's been so hot lately, it must be tough handing out flyers outside every day. If you hadn't opened your mouth to speak, I would have thought the person standing in front of me was a lump of coal."

Zhang Yingying: "You're so fair-skinned."

Liu Yi looked at Song Xinya, then at Zhang Yingying, and said, "She is indeed fairer than you."

Zhang Yingying turned her head and glared at him.

Liu Yiliu: "Even if you glare at me, she's still whiter than you."

Zhang Yingying: "Don't say anything."

Liu Yiliu: "Her skin is as white as snow, while your skin is as black as ink."

Zhang Yingying: "You really are Song Xinya's good lackey."

Liu Yi: "If I'm not going to be the boss's lackey, why would I be yours, an employee? If I follow the boss, I can get promoted and get a raise, and live a life of luxury. If I follow you, I'll only end up losing everything and eating dirt."

Zhang Yingying raised the document in her hand and threw it at Liu Yi.

Liu Yi pointed at her and said, "Let me tell you this seriously: you are no longer my boss, and your parents are no longer the company presidents. I am your boss now. If you really throw documents at me, I'll fire you, believe me?"

Zhang Yingying: "I don't believe it."

With a slap, she threw the file at Liu Yiliu's face.

Liu Yiliu: "According to company policy, arguing with or assaulting management personnel is a serious violation of discipline, resulting in dismissal!"

Zhang Yingying: "He's just a vice president, what's he showing off for? Does he think the company belongs to his family?"

Song Xinya: "With my approval, Zhang Yingying is hereby dismissed, effective immediately!"