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

Chapter 98 Your wife wants you to kiss her lips

"I don't want to be faced with an either-or choice. As an adult, I want both."

Song Xinya didn't want to hide her true feelings and honestly expressed her real thoughts.

One cannot deceive oneself.

Tian Tianquan was not surprised by this answer: "This is the Song Xinya I know, a cool girl."

Tian Tianquan: "However, I have to give you a heads-up. In this world, among all living beings, those who seek wealth often prosper, while those who seek love achieve nothing."

"The children raised by aristocratic families bear not only their own glory but also the honor of the entire family. They often prioritize their own interests and will never back down."

"Out of 100 points, love only accounts for 10 points in their hearts."

A layer of bewildered mist clouded Song Xinya's bright eyes: "Really?"

Tian Tianquan: "Anyway, I've never seen a scion of a prominent family act like he'd die for a woman. Could Qin Yuhe be one of them?"

Song Xinya: "I don't know."

How can you know something you've never seen before?

Qin Yuhe was always so gentle and elegant, reserved and dignified, calm and composed, as if he would never lose control of his emotions because of anyone or anything.

How could he possibly be willing to die for a woman?

Tian Tianquan: "Then just do it this way, restrain your feelings for him, and keep them at a very low level."

Having said that, Tian Tianquan stopped talking about it, opened a drawer, took out a beauty voucher, and handed it to Song Xinya.

"This is a benefit voucher issued by our beauty hospital to the doctors. It's a free full-body massage spa using imported essential oils from international top brands. Not only will it give you a massage that makes every pore feel so comfortable you'll want to scream, but it will also beautify and nourish your skin, making it whiter, smoother, and more delicate."

"Our hospital only issues one voucher to each doctor. I don't even want to use it myself, so I'm saving it for you."

Song Xinya: "Thank you."

Tian Tianquan: "What are you thanking me for? You've already treated me to two meals of beef tongue and let me kiss beef tongue twice. Thanks to you, I've experienced two wonderful and lingering French kisses."

Song Xinya: "You really understood?"

Tian Tianquan: "Just kidding, I don't know anything about French kissing. You have to do it with a man, and of course, a man with superb kissing skills."

"If you encounter a man who can't do anything, it's like a cow chewing on a peony. You'll only get bitten and gnawed, your tongue will be numb from being sucked, and you won't experience any pleasure at all."

Song Xinya looked at her with a mocking gaze: "You've kissed quite a few men before, haven't you?"

Tian Tianquan: "I must honestly admit that my sister is very experienced in this area."

Looking down at her watch, Tian Tian said, "I have a breast augmentation surgery to do later. Otherwise, I would definitely grab you now and tell you in detail how many men I've kissed, where we kissed, and which boyfriend I kissed the most."

Song Xinya: "Please spare me, a woman who has never kissed anyone. This is not suitable for a young married woman."

Tian Tianquan: "You're a married woman, you're married, you've consummated your marriage, but you've never kissed a man. Who would believe that? Hahahahahahahahahahahaha."

No one would believe it if I told them.

Tian Tianquan: "When Qin Yuhe comes back from his business trip, you should give it a try with him."

"That's only if he's willing," Song Xinya thought to herself. "She can't just force a kiss on him, can she?"

It was as if she craved his lips.

Holding the coupon, Song Xinya went to the room for a full-body massage.

The masseuse gently reminded her, "Ms. Song, please take off your clothes and lie down on the massage bed."

Song Xinya: "Do I need to be completely naked?"

The massage therapist suggested, "This voucher includes a private area massage. Would you like that?"

Song Xinya: "How is a private area massage performed?"

The masseuse pointed to a cart next to her with items on it, including a cylindrical rod: "Use this to put a cover on your body and give you a massage, dear customer."

As a woman who has experienced life, Song Xinya naturally understands how this massage works.

Song Xinya: "The esteemed customer said she doesn't need it."

The massage therapist enthusiastically promoted the service: "Aren't you sure you don't want to try it? It's a signature service of our shop. Once you experience it, I guarantee you'll love it."

Song Xinya: "I'm currently on my period."

Massage therapist: "That's indeed not very convenient. You can just lie on the bed wearing your underwear."

Song Xinya took out her phone and sent a message to Tian Tianquan: [Why does your hospital do all sorts of services?]

Tian Tianquan: [Making money is nothing to be ashamed of.]

Song Xinya: [Have you ever experienced that kind of massage at your hospital?]

Tiantian Circle: [Tried it, it was incredibly awesome!]

Song Xinya: [...]

Tian Tian Circle: [You have a husband, so you can't understand the itch we single adult women feel.]

Song Xinya: [Bye]

Putting down her phone, Song Xinya, wearing only her underwear, lay face down on the massage bed.

The massage therapist's technique was very professional, with just the right amount of pressure. The acupoints were located very accurately, and every press was on the right spot, instantly relieving the soreness and swelling.

With her eyes closed, Song Xinya's hazy mind was filled with Qin Yuhe's face.

Going crazy.

Why is it that all she thinks about is him?

.........

Inside the Rolls-Royce, Qin Yuhe leaned back in the back seat, his black suit impeccably tailored, his long legs crossed.

The dim light from the streetlights swept across the car window, casting shadows on his sharply defined face and highlighting his serious expression.

He held his phone in his hand, looking at Song Xinya's step count on WeChat Sports, the leaderboard.

WeChat's step count is refreshed every half hour.

Qin Yuhe noticed that Song Xinya's step count remained unchanged for half an hour, and he figured she must have arrived home by now.

Today, she didn't send him a close-up photo of her lips with lipstick on.

Qin Yuhe glanced at the driver in the front row.

The driver keenly noticed the fleeting glance Qin Yuhe had thrown at him.

The driver asked, "Mr. Qin, what was your wife's reaction after you bought her lipstick today?"

Qin Yuhe: "How did your wife react when you did this?"

Driver: "My wife will be especially happy and hug me and give me a kiss."

"And you, Mr. Qin?"

Qin Yuhe fell silent.

The driver guessed what was going on and said, "If your wife doesn't react, that's actually the best reaction. If she were unhappy, she would keep sending you photos. She must be happy, which is why she's not sending any."

Qin Yuhe: "Is that so?"

Driver: "That must be it."

The car arrived at the entrance of the extravagant entertainment club, the biggest den of iniquity in Shanghai.

Today, Qin Yuhe's cousin, Fu Xiaochen, returned to Shanghai with his wife, Gu Qingcheng, after a world tour of food, drinks, and entertainment.

Qin Yuhe came to the club to welcome his cousin Fu Xiaochen.

Qin Yuhe pushed open the door to the VIP box on the top floor.

When Qin Yuhe arrived, one of the two men sitting in the middle of the private room automatically stood up and gave up his seat for him.

The man sitting still was Qin Yuhe's cousin, Fu Xiaochen, the president of the world's largest private bank.

He had a face that had shed its youthful innocence, brimming with wealth and experience, handsome and noble.

After Qin Yuhe sat down, his beautiful face was blurred in the light and shadow. He leaned back on the edge of the sofa, his head tilted back, and remained silent.

Fu Xiaochen twirled the amber-colored liquor between his fingers, chuckling lazily, "Newlyweds, the happiest time of your life, and you look like this? Did you have a fight with your wife?"

Qin Yuhe: "We didn't argue."

Fu Xiaochen: "That means you made your wife unhappy, and then your wife stopped talking to you."

Qin Yuhe thought about what had happened in the past two days and suddenly felt as if he had seen a glimmer of light in the thick fog.

"It seems to be like what you said."

Fu Xiaochen: "What did you do to upset your wife?"

Qin Yuhe lowered his long eyelashes and said sadly, "I don't know."

Fu Xiaochen scoffed lightly: "What good deed have you done? How could you not know?"

Qin Yuhe: "I really don't know. We were fine before I went on my business trip."

Fu Xiaochen: "You know what happened these past two days, tell me about it."

Qin Yuhe: "She sent me photos of herself wearing red lipstick for two consecutive days."

Fu Xiaochen scoffed again: "Isn't your wife's meaning already quite obvious?"

Qin Yuhe looked at him earnestly, his face showing a humble and eager-to-learn expression.

Fu Xiaochen: "Your wife wants you to kiss her lips."