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

Chapter 85 Don't be afraid, sweetie.

A 20-minute drive, 1200 seconds. Normally, Song Xinya finds car rides particularly boring, always feeling like an ordeal and time drags on endlessly.

She doesn't think that way now.

She feels that time is passing exceptionally quickly now because—

When people are happy, time seems to fly by.

The Rolls-Royce was parked in the underground garage of the Forbidden City.

A layer of mist rose on the car window, reflecting the outline of a pair of soft, white hands.

Song Xinya braced her hands against the car window, biting her lip tightly.

The man's hand, gripping her waist, was large and hot, with bulging veins on the back of his hand indicating immense strength.

The driver opened the car door and got out, automatically stepping aside without glancing at the back seat, his head down.

Just as I was about to close the car door, suddenly, a pair of basketball shoes appeared in my drooping line of sight.

The driver looked up and saw Song Tingye.

Surprise and panic flashed across his eyes: "Young Master Song."

Seeing his strange expression, Song Tingye asked, "Why are you so flustered when you see me?"

Driver: "I...I wasn't panicked."

"You still say you're not flustered? You're even stuttering," Song Tingye asked curiously, "What wrong have you done?"

The one who did the "wrongdoing" wasn't the driver.

But the driver would never dare to reveal the identities of President Qin and his wife.

The driver said, "I was looking down when suddenly a grown man stood in front of me, and I was startled. Isn't that normal?"

Song Tingye glanced at him twice, but he still felt that this was not the case.

But he didn't say anything more, because he had come to the garage specifically to find the driver.

"Where are my sister and brother-in-law?"

Driver: "They probably haven't come back yet."

Song Tingye: "You drove for those two, don't you know whether they came back or not?"

Driver: "Mr. Qin and Mrs. Qin are still at the little princess's place. They said they're staying there tonight and won't be coming back, so I drove the car back."

Song Tingye: "Ah, my sister and brother-in-law aren't coming back!"

This has never happened before.

No matter how late it was before, his sister would always come back to keep him company.

Song Tingye seemed not to believe it, so he pushed aside the driver and stuck his head into the car to look.

"Hey, why is the back seat partition down? It's blocking the view so well, how can I see behind me?"

The button to raise the partition was in the driver's seat, and Song Tingye reached out to press it.

"No way!" the driver yelled, disregarding all manners, grabbing Song Tingye by the hair, forcibly pulling him out of the car, and throwing him backward with force.

Thump—Song Tingye landed on his tailbone and squatted down on the ground.

"Holy crap! My ass hurts!"

Driver: "Sorry, I used too much force."

Taking advantage of Song Tingye's momentary inability to stand up due to pain, the driver quickly closed the car door.

Song Tingye rolled around on the ground a few times, then got up with his butt sticking out: "My back is so strong, you almost gave me a herniated disc!"

Driver: "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."

Song Tingye, clutching his tailbone, said, "My butt hurts too!"

Driver: "Young Master Song, how about I give you a massage?"

"Get out of here," Song Tingye said. "Only women can rub my ass!"

The driver gave an awkward, apologetic smile.

Song Tingye felt that the driver was acting very strangely today. He was usually a very steady middle-aged man, so why was he acting so recklessly today?

"I just wanted to see what was in the back seat, why are you so scared?"

Driver: "There are some of Mr. Qin's personal belongings on the back seat. Mr. Qin instructed that no one else should see them."

Song Tingye: "Oh, I see."

He rubbed his aching back and burning buttocks: "You could have just told me directly. Did you have to throw me to the ground like that? You have no idea how much I suffered."

The driver felt extremely embarrassed, but in such an emergency, there was no time to think of any brilliant solutions; he acted entirely on instinct.

"Young Master Song, what happened today was truly an accident. I didn't mean to hurt you. How about this, I'll apologize to you tomorrow."

Song Tingye wasn't a petty person; he was a sunny, cheerful guy who never made things difficult for anyone.

"Forget it, no need for apologies, you can leave."

The driver stood still, afraid to move.

"Young Master Song, you go first."

The driver was worried that Song Tingye might do something, so he told Song Tingye to leave first before he dared to go.

Song Tingye: "Okay."

He clutched his back, groaning in pain, and limped inside, his figure disappearing through the door leading to the villa's lobby.

The driver turned and walked towards the gate leading to the villa.

After the driver left, Song Tingye's round head suddenly popped out from the door leading to the villa's lobby.

He walked out, his feet nimble and his legs quick, showing no trace of the limp he had just displayed.

It's all an act.

Song Tingye walked straight to the back seat of the Rolls-Royce.

Inside the car, they worked tirelessly, without rest or sleep.

Song Xinya couldn't utter a complete sentence; only muffled, broken sobs escaped her beautiful lips.

She tried to dodge forward, but Qin Yuhe pulled her back by the waist.

The air conditioning in the carriage was already set to the lowest temperature, but she felt as if she were under the scorching midday sun in summer.

She was like a sweet and delicious strawberry ice cream, her glistening sweat like melted cream, which he devoured without leaving a single drop.

As Song Xinya drifted in and out of consciousness, just as she was about to lose all feeling, Song Tingye pressed his face against the car window, their eyes meeting.

"ah-----!"

Song Xinya suddenly tensed up.

Qin Yuhe grunted.

Song Tingye's gaze was fixed on the two people inside the car.

Just as Song Xinya was about to scream again, Qin Yuhe covered her mouth.

He lowered himself, leaned towards her, his strong chest pressed tightly against her back, and kissed her snow-white nape.

"Don't be afraid, your little brother can't see us."

The car windows are one-way glass, so people inside can see out, but people outside can't see in.

Song Tingye pressed his face against the car window, staring intently inside, seemingly watching the two people, but actually seeing nothing at all.

Even so, it's scary enough.

Song Xinya's blood rushed, her scalp tingled, and her heart pounded with anxiety.

Qin Yuhe kept moving.

Song Xinya felt every nerve in her body screaming, urging her to escape, but her hands were firmly gripping the car window.

Her heart was beating so fast it felt like she was sprinting 800 meters, and her heart felt like it might jump out of her throat at any moment.

Fortunately, Song Tingye didn't stay by the car window for long. He couldn't see anything anyway, so he turned and left.

Song Xinya's tense body relaxed.

Qin Yuhe's low laughter came from behind.

He was still laughing.

He could still laugh.

She was terrified.

Ultimately, they can't compare to his strong mental fortitude; he's not afraid to do bad things at all.

The handsome young nobleman tore off his gentle mask, becoming fierce and wild, stirring up huge waves on the calm lake. She was a small boat, capsized by him, subjected to his powerful beatings, with waves splashing everywhere...

.........

Everything is rampant, and the waves are towering.

The world doesn't know when it will return to peace.

Song Xinya has almost died again.

When she woke up again, she weakly asked, "Is it over?"

Qin Yuhe: "This time it's over."

Song Xinya was not fully conscious yet, her mind was hazy, and her eyes seemed to be misty, glistening with moisture, making one's heart itch.

The two were still in the car when, halfway through the journey, the seats were adjusted to reclining chairs, and she lay down on them.

He is still lying on it at this moment.

Song Xinya touched herself. Fortunately, she wasn't completely naked; he was covering her with his black suit jacket.

Qin Yuhe wrapped her in his suit jacket and pulled her into his arms: "Get out of the car, shall we go upstairs?"

If not upstairs, are they supposed to live in their car?

Song Xinya felt completely drained, as if she had been run over by a truck; everything ached and felt weak.

She leaned against him as if she had no bones, and weakly hummed in agreement.

The car door opened, and Qin Yuhe, holding her, stepped out of the car with his long legs.

At that moment, she was only wrapped in his coat, while he was dressed neatly in a white shirt and black suit pants.

It was already late at night.

A tall, handsome man carried a woman in his arms, in a princess carry, through a spacious hall, up a luxurious spiral staircase, down a long corridor, and into the bedroom.

Qin Yuhe placed Song Xinya on the large double bed.

Sinking into the soft blankets, Song Xinya thought, "Finally, I can sleep."

Qin Yuhe's muscular body pressed down on her again: "One more time."