novelraw Chapter 46 Still didn't bring it last night
Chapter 46 Still didn't bring it last night
Qin Yuhe's gaze was fixed on her.
The ethereal gaze felt real, like flames, scorching Song Xinya's chest.
She walked past him, her eyes fixed straight ahead, gazing at the wardrobe, her expression calm and composed, just as always.
If you ignore her bright red ears.
As her slender figure passed by Qin Yuhe, he caught a whiff of her delicate fragrance, which mingled with his own scent, creating a lingering, intimate atmosphere of mutual attraction.
He saw her calm and composed face, his gaze moving from her cheeks to her ears, which were bright red.
A smile spread into Qin Yuhe's eyes.
Song Xinya walked to the wardrobe, opened it, and saw her ten bras hanging carelessly, their colorful patterns interspersed among Qin Yuhe's black, white, and gray clothes. One of them was draped over his black suit.
He had already changed his clothes, and it was obvious that he had seen the chaotic scene inside the closet.
This time, he didn't fold her bra into a small square and put it away.
He took her words to heart.
Song Xinya's eyebrows unconsciously curved into a smile.
Her slender white fingers traced the colorful patterns, and she chose a burgundy bra.
As Qin Yuhe gazed at the alluring wine red, he suddenly remembered that Song Xinya had a wine red nightgown.
She had worn it once before the two of them had a relationship.
Now that the two of them have had sex, why isn't she wearing anything?
Qin Yuhe could tell that the burgundy dress was rather revealing; it was more like lingerie than a nightgown.
For flirting.
Shouldn't this kind of clothing be worn during sex to add ambiance?
Why isn't Mrs. Qin wearing it anymore?
Song Xinya's fingers slowly caressed the wine-red fabric. Even without turning around, she could feel the burning gaze on her from behind.
She hesitated to take any further action.
She hinted that he should leave: "Mr. Qin, I need to change my clothes."
Qin Yuhe: "Do you want me to help you put on your bra?"
Song Xinya: "...No."
"You change yours," Qin Yuhe said, still staring at her.
Song Xinya: "...Okay."
Qin Yuhe looked at her increasingly red ears and smiled.
How could he not understand the meaning behind her words? Song Xinya knew he was doing it on purpose.
Her fingers began to unbutton her shirt, one button after another, revealing her voluptuous and graceful body.
She stood with her back to him, so Qin Yuhe couldn't see her face.
It is precisely because it is unseen that it is more likely to evoke imagination.
The images of him riding her last night flooded back into my mind, frame by frame.
Qin Yuhe's throat was itchy.
He had tasted her and knew her best. She truly deserved the description of being delicate and soft-bodied. Every inch of her skin was extremely sensitive. With just a light touch, she would make a seductive, watery sound that was incredibly beautiful.
With all the buttons of her shirt undone, Song Xinya picked up a burgundy bra and prepared to put it on.
The man's presence wafted closer, his aggression pressing down on her.
Qin Yuhe stood behind Song Xinya and placed his large hand on her thigh.
Song Xinya was completely enveloped by his tall figure, his breath falling on her head, and her back feeling warm.
Having slept with him twice, she knew him somewhat and recognized that his touching of her thigh was a signal from him.
Last night, the two of them didn't fall asleep until 4 a.m.
All told, only four hours have passed.
He wanted it again.
Isn't his desire too strong?
Song Xinya felt like she had married a tireless perpetual motion machine.
The hand that was on her thigh moved toward the middle.
Song Xinya's heart trembled violently.
"Mr. Qin, I'm going to be late for work."
Qin Yuhe stopped, then slapped her crotch hard: "Tonight?"
Song Xinya wanted to ask if she could rest for the night.
He works five days a week and gets two days off, but look at how excited he is, he wants it every night.
This is even more tiring than going to work.
Song Xinya could imagine that, given Qin Yuhe's pursuit of perfection in everything, if she said she didn't want it, he would definitely use the rigorous and serious spirit of solving an Olympic math problem to get to the bottom of it and ask her why, whether it was because he made her unhappy.
Then they would analyze each point one by one, asking her if she liked this or that...
Another embarrassing question is about to arise.
Song Xinya closed her eyes briefly and replied, "Okay, tonight."
Qin Yuhe smiled; it seemed she wanted it too.
He didn't stay in the bedroom any longer; he withdrew his hand from her thigh and turned to leave.
The moment the heavy footsteps left the bedroom, Song Xinya took off his white shirt and began to put on her underwear.
Time was too tight, and there was no time for breakfast. Song Xinya ran through the hall, past the dining table, and towards the door.
Song Tingye: "Sis, you should at least eat a beef bun before you leave."
Song Xinya kept running forward without stopping: "I'm running out of time, I'm going to be late."
Song Tingye was also very puzzled. Before, his sister would get up very early every day to make him a hearty breakfast. After the two of them ate together, she would calmly go to work.
Now that my sister is married, she doesn't need to make breakfast anymore, and she actually gets up very late every day.
Could it be because...?
Could it be because of my sister...?
Have you become lazy?
Song Tingye grabbed two large beef-filled buns and ran after Song Xinya.
"Sister, skipping breakfast is bad for your health. It can easily lead to gastritis, cholecystitis, and gallstones."
The boy's slender figure shot out like an arrow and quickly caught up with Song Xinya.
Song Tingye shoved the two large steamed buns in his hand into Song Xinya's arms: "Sister, take these to eat on the way."
Song Xinya stood next to the pink bean: "I ride my electric bike to work, why would I eat on the way?"
Song Tingye: "Riding a bike with one hand while stuffing a big steamed bun into your mouth with the other?"
Song Xinya: "Thank you for your great idea."
Song Tingye stretched out his long legs and straddled the pink Bean: "Sis, I'll take you to work, so you can sit on the back of the electric scooter and eat steamed buns."
With one arm around Song Xinya's shoulder and his palm holding her soft arm, Qin Yuhe pulled Song Xinya into his arms.
"I'm taking your sister to work today in a Rolls-Royce."
Song Tingye slapped his forehead: "Brother-in-law, look at me! I've gotten so used to being poor that I didn't even realize I'm not that poor kid anymore. I'm a rich man's brother-in-law now!"
"Who would ride an electric car when there's a Rolls-Royce? Sis, you should come with your husband."
Song Xinya got into the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, and Qin Yuhe put a thermos in her hand: "Breakfast."
Song Xinya held the insulated box in both hands, her palms warm, and her heart felt warm too: "You've prepared all this for me."
Qin Yuhe showed no intention of taking credit, his expression was indifferent and calm, and he took preparing breakfast for her as a matter of course.
"I estimated your time and knew you wouldn't have time for breakfast, so I prepared it in advance for you."
Song Xinya: "Thank you."
Qin Yuhe: "You're welcome. It's what I should do as a husband."
Song Xinya suddenly felt like laughing at his serious demeanor.
And she did smile, her eyes crinkling.
Qin Yuhe turned his head to look at her: "What are you laughing at?"
Song Xinya tilted her head, gazing at his handsome and alluring face: "I think you're kind of cute."
Qin Yuhe's long, straight eyelashes fell, drawing a beautiful silhouette in the air, before opening again.
After a second of thought, he said, "The word 'cute' is used to describe girls."
Song Xinya asked him, "Can't I describe a boy?"
Qin Yuhe: "Sure, but I'm a man."
Song Xinya: "Then I'm not a girl anymore."
Qin Yuhe looked into her eyes with sincerity and tenderness: "You will always be a girl, a beautiful and lovely girl."
The sudden sweet words made Song Xinya's upturned lips radiate sweetness, and her cheeks flushed slightly.
She lowered her head shyly, a strand of hair falling onto her cheek. The sunlight streaming through the car window fell on that strand of hair, creating a gentle and delicate beauty that words could hardly describe.
Song Xinya opened the insulated box in her hand. It had three layers: sandwiches on top, bird's nest, red dates, and donkey-hide gelatin soup in the middle, and fresh fruit, blueberries, strawberries, cherry tomatoes, and cherries on the bottom.
As Song Xinya reached for the sandwich, Song Tingye's arm slipped through the car window, and he put two beef buns into a thermos: "Sis, here you go, eat more."
Unable to refuse her kind offer, her younger brother specially came over to bring her steamed buns.
Song Xinya: "Okay, go back and continue eating. After dinner, don't just play around. Remember to do your worksheets and practice your scribbles."
Song Tingye didn't find Song Xinya's daily nagging annoying.
He grew up without a mother, and his scumbag father was worse than no father at all. His grandmother was mentally unstable and couldn't take care of herself. In this vast world, only his older sister, Song Xinya, loved him.
Isn't a family member's nagging also a form of concern and care?
Song Tingye quite enjoyed the feeling of being nagged by Song Xinya.
He patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, ten sets of math practice papers and fifty pages of calligraphy practice."
Song Xinya: "Add two more sets of Chinese language test papers."
Song Tingye stopped patting his chest: "How about I do five more math tests instead of the Chinese tests?"
Song Xinya: "Your math score is already perfect, there's no room for improvement. What's the use of just doing math tests? You've already done five sets of Chinese language tests."
Song Tingye: "Alright, alright, sis, don't say anything more. It's settled then, two sets of Chinese language tests."
As soon as you mention asking him to do a Chinese language test, he runs faster than a rabbit.
The car window slowly rolled up, and the Rolls-Royce drove smoothly on the highway.
Song Xinya ate her food in small bites, chewing slowly and gracefully.
Qin Yuhe was wearing Bluetooth earphones and had a laptop on his lap, constantly dealing with work.
The sandwich contained creamy mushroom sauce, which clung to Song Xinya's rosy lips, white and sticky.
Qin Yuhe turned his head and saw it, his eyes darkened, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
Song Xinya noticed his gaze, looked up at him with pure eyes, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Qin Yuhe's voice became hoarse: "There's something on your lips."
Song Xinya picked up a tissue to wipe.
His well-defined fingers pressed against her lips first, the pads of his fingers warm and soft, the bones firm, the calluses on them very noticeable, with a slightly rough, grainy feel, rubbing against her tender lip skin.
His fingers pressed hard against her lips.
Her lips became dry, and his fingers were stained with creamy mushroom sauce.
Song Xinya felt a tingling and burning sensation on her lips.
Qin Yuhe took the tissue from her hand and slowly wiped his hands.
A question floated through Song Xinya's mind: why did he use his fingers to wipe her mouth? Couldn't he just use a tissue? That way, his fingers wouldn't get dirty.
Scratching an itch with six fingers—is that unnecessary?
When the car was about 100 meters away from the Qin Group headquarters, Song Xinya stopped the car.
She got out of the car, her bright smile shining through the window as she said goodbye to Qin Yuhe: "Goodbye, Mr. Qin."
Qin Yuhe adapted to his role quickly, saying in a boss-like tone, "Goodbye, Teacher Song."
The moment Song Xinya stepped into the company entrance, she sensed that something was off about the atmosphere.
All her colleagues in the company were watching her.
She walked to her workstation, and with a clattering sound from the pulley, Chen Siyan nimbly drifted over, pushed off with both feet, and stopped the chair steadily in front of her.
"Ms. Song, how did the tutor interview for the Qin family's little princess go yesterday?"
Everyone held their breath, waiting for Song Xinya to announce the result.
Interviewing tutors for the darling daughter of Beijing's most prominent family—everyone knows this is a lucrative opportunity, and everyone wants a piece of it.
Before Song Xinya came to the company, all the lecturers in the company had been interviewed.
They all failed.
And they were all miserably tormented by the little devil.
Everyone is paying close attention to Song Xinya's interview results.
Just as Song Xinya was about to announce the result, Zhao Yinian walked over in high heels and said to everyone, "Is there any need to ask about the result? Of course, it's a failure. Is Princess Qin any kind of pushover? That spoiled and arrogant little devil, who can teach her anything?"
Chen Siyan: "President Zhao, Ms. Song hasn't even said a word, how do you know she failed the interview?"
Zhao Yinian scoffed. If she, a top-tier lecturer, failed the interview, how could Song Xinya, an A-level lecturer, possibly succeed?
Teaching the little princess requires being in the same room with snakes every day. Who wouldn't be scared? It would scare them to death. She didn't believe Song Xinya wouldn't be scared.
Zhao Yinian waved her hand at the crowd: "Alright, stop gathering to laugh at Teacher Song. She's upset about failing her interview. Let her cry it out."
As everyone was about to leave, they heard Song Xinya's clear voice say, "I don't need to be sad, and I don't need to cry, because I've already passed the interview."
Everyone was shocked.
Zhao Yinian stood there, stunned.
Holding a blade of grass, Chen Siyan exclaimed, "Song Xinya passed the interview! She did what no one else could! Amazing! A heifer flying in an airplane, that's incredible!"
Zhao Yinian: "Impossible, Song Xinya, are you lying? How could you possibly have passed the interview?"
Chen Siyan: "President Zhao, look at you, you're being narrow-minded again. You can't do something yourself, so you insist that others can't do it either. You're overestimating yourself and underestimating others. When faced with the success of others, we should sincerely congratulate them and humbly ask for their advice and learn from them."
Zhao Yinian: "Me, a top-tier lecturer, learning from her, an A-level lecturer?"
Chen Siyan: "If you're so capable, how come you failed your interview?"
Zhao Yinian felt as if a large knife had been plunged into her heart.
She glared at Chen Siyan fiercely before storming off.
Song Xinya looked at Chen Siyan and asked, "If you confront President Zhao like that to her face, won't she fire you?"
Chen Siyan smiled and said, "I rank first in the company's online live-streaming course sales. Other companies are vying to poach me, but I earn my living through my own abilities, so what's there to be afraid of?"
He flicked a stray hair from his forehead: "We top salespeople all have our tempers."
To forge iron, one must be strong oneself; a capable person is truly resolute.
At noon, Chen Siyan called out to Song Xinya again: "Come on, I couldn't treat you to dinner yesterday, so I'll make up for it today. I'm rich, so you can choose any place, Chinese or Western."
Song Xinya received another message from Qin Yuhe: [Come up, let's have dinner together]
"Teacher Chen, let's do it another day, I have something to do today."
After being rejected twice in a row, Chen Siyan began to have doubts: "Song Xinya, do you not want to have dinner with me?"
Song Xinya: "I really have something to do."
Chen Siyan was skeptical: "If you refuse me again tomorrow when we have dinner together, I'll really start to suspect that you hate me."
Song Xinya arrived at Qin Yuhe's office and saw him standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. His tall and handsome figure stood in the sunlight, looking dashing and elegant, and he was on the phone.
He was frowning, seemingly very annoyed.
"It's done, Grandma. I've told you three times already, we've consummated our marriage."
Grandma Qin: "Was it a real consummation of marriage or a fake one? You're not trying to trick me, are you?"
Qin Yuhe turned and walked towards Song Xinya, his strong arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.
Even through two layers of clothing, Song Xinya could feel his hard chest and burning body temperature.
Qin Yuhe's voice descended from above Song Xinya's head, his breath brushing against her hair: "If you don't believe me, you'll surely believe your granddaughter-in-law, won't you?"
Grandma Qin: "Of course, I believe Ya Ya."
Qin Yuhe lowered his head, his chin gently resting on the top of Song Xinya's head, and placed the phone to Song Xinya's lips.
Song Xinya didn't know what to say for a moment. "Mr. Qin and I have already consummated our marriage?"
Knowing that girls are easily embarrassed, Grandma Qin asked, "Ya Ya, He He didn't lie to me just now, did he?"
Song Xinya: "No."
This time, Old Mrs. Qin truly believed it, and the two of them actually consummated their marriage. The heaviest weight in her heart was finally lifted.
After hanging up the phone, Qin Yuhe explained to Song Xinya, "Grandpa and Grandma are eager to have their grandchildren, so they are quite concerned about this matter."
Song Xinya noticed it and gave a soft "hmm".
Last night when the two of us were having sex, we still didn't use a condom...
Qin Yuhe is a man with excellent bedroom virtues.
He would always clean up anything she messed with...