novelraw Chapter 39 You have to make an appointment before you can do that.
Chapter 39 You have to make an appointment before you can do that.
No one can refuse someone's kind concern. Qin Yuhe looked into Song Xinya's eyes with sincerity, kindness, and determination.
Song Xinya smiled sweetly, "Mr. Qin, if there's anything I can do to help you in the future, I will definitely do my best for you."
A faint smile appeared in Qin Yuhe's dark eyes, and he raised an eyebrow slightly: "Let me thank you in advance."
Song Xinya: "Me Too" (or "Me Rabbit")
Qin Yuhe looked at the bird's nest and red date porridge next to him.
The maid noticed his gaze and quickly stepped forward to scoop out some porridge.
Qin Yuhe dodged the servant's outstretched hand: "I'll do it."
He ladled out a bowl of bird's nest and red date porridge and placed it beside Song Xinya.
In return, Song Xinya served him a bowl as well.
Qin Yuhe served porridge made with bird's nest and red dates.
The porridge that Song Xinya served him was topped with bird's nest and red dates, and also with goji berries.
The function of goji berries is to nourish the liver and kidneys.
Last night, Qin Yuhe didn't touch her because he was injured. Today, she served him a bowl of goji berries. What will he think?
Did he think she was hinting that she wanted him?
Song Xinya didn't even know how she scooped it up with her hands; when she scooped it up with a spoon, all she got was goji berries!
Should I pour it back into the pot and serve it in a new bowl?
That's too deliberate and doesn't conform to table manners.
Song Xinya reluctantly placed the porridge in front of Qin Yuhe.
Qin Yuhe stared at the layer of goji berries floating on top of the food and paused for a moment.
He waved to the servants beside him, signaling them to leave.
Only he and she remained in the large living room.
Qin Yuhe looked at Song Xinya and asked, "Does it still hurt?"
Song Xinya paused in her act of burying her head in her porridge.
Sure enough, he thought she was hinting at something.
She answered truthfully, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
These words seemed to be an implication to him.
Qin Yuhe: "Is it still swollen?"
Song Xinya: "The swelling is gone."
Her cheeks were as red as the sunset, burning hot.
Qin Yuhe said, "I will finish my work as soon as possible and come back early tonight."
He asked her, "Do you have time tonight?"
As a married woman, Song Xinya naturally understood what he meant.
The president of a large corporation is very particular; he has to make an appointment before doing *that*.
Since we're husband and wife, there's naturally no reason for me to refuse.
If Song Xinya said that what she had just served him was all goji berries and that it was all an accident, it would sound like she was refusing to fulfill her marital obligations to him.
I wasn't planning to refuse him anyway, so why say it again? It would only cause more misunderstandings.
Song Xinya replied, "I'll be back early tonight too."
She felt like she had a rabbit in her arms, her heart pounding, and she glanced at him.
He stood ramrod straight, with elegant bearing and a calm, serious expression, as if he were discussing work with her, not private matters.
Song Xinya straightened her back and put on a nonchalant expression.
The two people sat facing each other eating, looking extremely serious, and the topic of their conversation was—
Qin Yuhe: "That night you said you would like whatever I did, so I did a little more recklessly."
Song Xinya: "I know you didn't mean it."
Qin Yuhe: "I'm sorry I hurt you."
Song Xinya: "It's okay, I don't blame you."
Qin Yuhe: "Tonight I will follow your suggestion and be gentle at times and fierce at others."
Song Xinya: "Okay."
Qin Yuhe: "I think we will be more harmonious tonight."
Song Xinya: "Mm."
His tone was cool and calm, frank and open, which made her, whose face was flushed, seem a little too reserved.
If any other man were to discuss these topics with Song Xinya, she would definitely think that the other man was flirting with her.
But she knew Qin Yuhe wasn't.
Qin Yuhe was seriously discussing bedroom matters with her, hoping to make their married life more wonderful.
See, this is what a perfectionist is? This is what a perfectionist is: whether it's work or sex, he has to do his best!
Song Xinya wanted to say to herself: You little brat, you're eating so well.
Forget it, she'd better finish her meal and slip away. She really couldn't possibly discuss...making...sex...with him without blushing or her heart skipping a beat...
Fortunately, Song Tingye woke up to the smell of food.
Early in the morning, my younger brother picked up a tomahawk steak and started eating it, exclaiming, "Wow, so hysterical!"
Song Xinya was used to this.
Qin Yuhe wasn't quite used to it yet: "Can you even eat this for breakfast?"
Song Tingye: "Not only can I eat it, I can eat another piece!"
Qin Yuhe: "Being able to eat is a blessing; may my brother's fortune be as vast as the Eastern Sea."
Song Tingye chuckled: "Brother-in-law always has such a pleasant voice. I love listening to him talk."
Qin Yuhe: "Little brother, remember, you are destined for great things."
Song Tingye pounded his chest loudly: "Brother-in-law, don't say anything more, I'm going to do at least twenty practice tests today!"
Without Song Xinya urging him, the younger brother has already started studying on his own.
.........
After dinner, Qin Yuhe sat in his Rolls-Royce waiting for Song Xinya to go to work together. He turned his head and saw her ride away on her Emma Little Golden Bean through the car window.
He wanted to greet her, but his newlywed wife stared straight ahead and didn't even glance at him.
Song Xinya didn't want to discuss those embarrassing things with him anymore; of all the 36 stratagems, running away was the best.
The driver also saw Song Xinya walk away and asked, "President Qin, can we leave now?"
The assistant, who was busy organizing the materials Qin Yuhe needed for today's meeting, said, "No, Miss Song, you can't get in the car yet."
Qin Yuhe: "Let's go."
The assistant turned to Qin Yuhe and asked, "Mr. Qin, why?"
Qin Yuhe: "My wife didn't wait for me and left on her own. Are you satisfied with this answer?"
assistant:"……"
I suddenly feel like slapping myself across the face. Why did I have to talk so much?
.........
Song Xinya arrived at the Qin Group headquarters building.
She parked the pink gold bean in the shed, plugged it in to charge, and walked toward the building entrance.
"Song Xinya!"
A clear and cheerful male voice came from behind, and it sounded somewhat familiar.
Song Xinya turned around, and a cool morning breeze blew in her face, causing her long hair to flutter and sway in the golden sunlight, radiating a beautiful color, like a spreading ink ribbon.
Chen Siyan looked at her and felt dizzy for a moment.
He raised his arm with a bright smile and waved to her: "Song Xinya, do you remember who I am?"
Song Xinya: "I remember, Manager Chen."
He was the interviewer for the second round of interviews when she came to Qin's Group for a job.
"I thought you didn't remember me," Chen Siyan's smile widened, revealing eight teeth, as he ran towards her.
He glanced at the pink electric scooter and asked, "Did you come here on an electric scooter?"
Song Xinya: "Yes, you too?"
Chen Siyan: "I drove here."
He pointed to an Audi A8 behind him: "That's my car."
Song Xinya: "The car is pretty good."
Chen Siyan: "Hey, it's just so-so. I'm planning to get a Bentley this year."
He walked ahead of Song Xinya, backing away. He was slender and walked with light steps. He looked at her face to face, exuding a youthful and energetic vigor.
"Did General Manager Zhao Yinian tell you which department manager is mentoring you?"
In a typical company, a department manager leads several subordinates. This department manager is the direct supervisor of the subordinates, and they usually have frequent contact in their work.
Song Xinya: "No, she only told me to come to work today."
Chen Siyan smiled and said, "I know."
Song Xinya glanced at him: "Could it be you?"
Chen Siyan: "bingo, you guessed right, haha."
"..." Song Xinya thought this man was quite lively.
Chen Siyan raised his chin at her and said, "If we have any problems at work in the future, let's communicate more, learn from each other, and make progress together."
Song Xinya: "Received, boss."
Chen Siyan smiled and said, "You don't need to call me 'leader' all the time. Actually, I'm not that serious. I'm quite easygoing."
Song Xinya noticed this.
As the two walked forward, they saw a woman in a white dress enter the building. She wore sunglasses, had exquisite makeup, and her lips were painted a bright red.
Song Xinya recognized him; it was General Manager Zhao Yinian.
The interviewer during her third interview coldly told her to go home and wait for news, but later took the initiative to call her and invite her to work at Qin's Group.
Zhao Yinian looked over at Song Xinya.
Chen Siyan greeted him loudly, "Good morning, President Zhao."
Zhao Yinian didn't say anything, but nodded indifferently.
Chen Siyan pointed at Song Xinya and said, "President Zhao, this is Song..."
"I have something to do," Zhao Yinian said, turning and walking into the hall.
Chen Siyan turned to Song Xinya and said, "Don't take it to heart. Zhao Yinian is just like that. She's always so arrogant and has a long face, like someone owes her five million."
"You don't need to be afraid of her. We're here to work and earn money, not to curry favor with the boss. As long as we can maintain appearances, what matters is the salary we receive each month."
"Zhao Yinian's personality is unpredictable, strict, and harsh..."
Chen Siyan looked around, leaned closer to Song Xinya, and whispered, "We usually call her Abbess Miejue."
Song Xinya: "Wouldn't it be inappropriate for us to say that to her?"
Chen Siyan: "So what? That's just how she is."
Song Xinya couldn't help but laugh.
Chen Siyan laughed even louder, his laughter deafening.
On the roadside, inside a Rolls-Royce, Qin Yuhe watched this scene, his face darkening.
She doesn't go to work with him, but she seems to enjoy chatting with other men.