Ch.4 Do More Intimate Things

Chapter 4

Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, each holding a little red booklet.

She was now the rightful, legally protected Mrs. Qin.

Standing behind Qin Yuhe, Song Xinya's probing gaze lingered on him.

He had taken off his suit jacket, casually draping it over his arm. He stood tall and straight, the hem of his white shirt tucked neatly into his suit pants.

Song Xinya's eyes traced down his broad shoulders and narrow waist, noticing that he had a very firm backside.

A thought suddenly popped into her head: Men with firm backsides were especially good in bed...

Qin Yuhe turned around, and Song Xinya quickly averted her gaze from his rear.

Qin Yuhe asked, "Do you have time right now? I'd like to take you back to the Qin family home to meet my family and have a meal together."

Since they were now husband and wife, meeting each other's families was the logical next step. Song Xinya replied, "Yes, I do."

Just as Qin Yuhe took out his phone to call Old Madam Qin, it suddenly rang.

A man's frantic voice came through the line: "President Qin, an unexpected issue has come up with the collaboration we discussed earlier."

After listening to the other party, Qin Yuhe hung up the phone. His dark, deep eyes looked at Song Xinya as he said, "There's an urgent matter at the company that I need to handle. I'll take you to meet my family after I get back."

They were independent adults with their own lives and careers, not sixteen- or seventeen-year-old teenagers who needed to be joined at the hip, physically and mentally, the moment they entered a relationship.

Song Xinya replied, "Go ahead and take care of your business. We have plenty of time ahead of us."

Qin Yuhe strode forward on his long legs, then paused and looked back at her. "Where are you going? I'll drop you off first."

Song Xinya didn't refuse. She walked toward him naturally and said, "I'm heading to the company."

This time, she walked in front, and he followed behind.

Qin Yuhe's gaze traced her slender, fair neck, slid down her delicate back, passed her soft, willowy waist, and landed on her curves.

A sudden image flashed in his mind: a small, round black mole on a snowy, plump cheek—seductive, alluring, and enchanting.

Qin Yuhe raised his arm and undid the top two buttons of his white shirt, which had been buttoned all the way up. His collar fell open, half-revealing his clean, defined collarbones.

He looked up at the sun in the sky. "Why is it so hot today?"

His assistant, standing nearby, chimed in, "The temperature today is actually two degrees lower than yesterday."

"Is that so?" Qin Yuhe's gaze swept over Song Xinya's backside once more.

...

In the backseat of the Rolls-Royce, Qin Yuhe opened his laptop to handle his work. His elegant, bony fingers tapped away at the keyboard, his expression focused.

Song Xinya sat beside him, tapping into a work app on her phone, also busy with her own tasks.

There was a hand's breadth of space between them, acting as a clear, uncrossable boundary.

The car sped along the road. The trees on both sides blurred backward into a rushing green stream, then merged into a single dot before vanishing completely.

As Song Xinya was replying to a message in her work group, she felt a sudden weight on her leg. A warm sensation seeped through the fabric.

She turned her head and saw that Qin Yuhe's thigh was pressing against hers.

He was wearing suit pants, while her thighs were bare.

The black suit pants pressing against her snowy, delicate skin created a stark color contrast, exuding a palpable, burgeoning tension of desire.

Qin Yuhe kept his eyes fixed on the laptop screen and said evenly, "Sorry."

Song Xinya replied, "It's fine."

Qin Yuhe withdrew his leg.

The two of them went back to their respective work.

A short while later, that heavy, warm sensation returned to the skin of her thigh.

Qin Yuhe started to pull his leg back, but his movement abruptly halted, and he pressed it heavily back against her thigh.

Song Xinya turned her head to look at his face, her eyes swirling with confusion.

Qin Yuhe tore his attention away from the laptop and looked up at her. Their gazes collided.

For a moment, it felt as if someone had pressed the pause button on everything around them. They lost themselves in each other's eyes.

All surrounding sounds were selectively tuned out. In this enclosed, quiet space, they could only hear each other's breathing, intertwining thread by thread.

His strikingly handsome face remained completely serious as he told her, "We are already husband and wife. Physical contact is perfectly normal, and we will be doing even more intimate things in the future."

Doing even more intimate things...

As an adult, Song Xinya naturally understood what he meant.

Making love.

Knowing it was one thing, but hearing him say it out loud was another. Her face instantly burned as if on fire.

It was truly quite embarrassing.

She turned her face toward the window, hiding the fact that she was blushing furiously.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Qin Yuhe took it as her tacit agreement.

He turned back, looked at his screen, and resumed his work.

His thigh remained pressed against hers, occasionally bumping against her inner thigh.

Because she was sitting down, the hem of her skirt had ridden up, exposing half of her fair, tender thighs.

A single layer of suit pants couldn't block much; he could clearly feel that her body temperature was scorching hot.

The transfer of heat was like a subtle electric current, breaking through the barrier from her fair thigh onto his skin, densely seeping into his bloodstream, and running wild through every vein in his body.

A minute later, Qin Yuhe bent his finger and tapped on the front partition, raising his voice to tell his assistant in the passenger seat, "Turn down the air conditioning."

The weather today was simply too hot.

...

The Rolls-Royce pulled up outside an education tech company located in a prime area of Jingbei City's CBD.

Song Xinya worked here, mainly responsible for educational consulting, big data analysis, and teaching.

She was best at using big data to analyze students' weak points and customizing personalized learning plans to help them improve their learning efficiency, allowing them to raise their grades as quickly as possible in the shortest amount of time.

As an A-level instructor, Song Xinya's rates were quite high. For one-on-one tutoring, a 40-minute class cost 8,000 yuan.

Qin Yuhe looked at the name of the education tech company and said, "I've heard of this company."

Song Xinya was quite surprised. She hadn't expected the busy head of the Qin family to know about the company she worked for.

Seeing her surprise, Qin Yuhe explained, "Although this isn't a massive corporation, it takes a specialized and refined approach. When it comes to college entrance exam tutoring, it's at the top level in the industry."

"This company has strict hiring requirements. All the instructors are outstanding graduates from top 985 universities, so the teaching staff is incredibly strong. The top scorer in last year's Jingbei City college entrance exam took remedial classes here."

Since he knew so much detail, Song Xinya guessed something and asked, "Does the Qin family have a student who is currently a senior in high school?"

Qin Yuhe replied, "It's summer vacation right now, but they'll be starting their senior year when school begins."

The Qin clan was a large and wealthy family with numerous branches and complex relationships. Since he didn't specify who it was, Song Xinya politely respected his boundaries and didn't ask further.

As Song Xinya prepared to get out of the car, she extended a finger and poked his thigh, which was still pressing against hers.

The moment her fingertip pressed against his thigh muscle, it felt rock hard.

Her fingertip tingled.

Qin Yuhe lowered his gaze to watch her quickly retract her finger, a faint smile curling on his thin lips.

He shifted the leg that had been pressing against hers.

Even though Qin Yuhe had been pressing against Song Xinya for the entire ride, her thigh didn't feel numb at all. He had controlled his strength perfectly the whole time, keeping his leg pressed firmly against hers without letting his full weight rest on her.

She thought about how he had urgent matters to attend to, yet had still gone out of his way to drop her off at her company.

"Thank you," Song Xinya said.

"You're welcome," Qin Yuhe replied.

She looked down to unbuckle her seatbelt, but his arm brushed past her chest. His sleeves were rolled halfway up, revealing strong, defined muscles and prominent veins winding across his cool, pale skin.

Song Xinya's breath hitched, and she instinctively shrank back a little.

But they still brushed against each other.

A soft click echoed in the quiet, thick atmosphere of the car, making Song Xinya's heart suddenly skip a beat.

The seatbelt was unfastened. Qin Yuhe withdrew his arm. "There."

Song Xinya pushed the car door open and stepped out, her footsteps betraying a hint of panic.

Normally, she would have politely and thoughtfully bid him goodbye. But this time, her heart was thumping wildly like a trapped rabbit in her chest, and she completely forgot to say farewell.

Qin Yuhe watched Song Xinya's flustered retreating figure. He withdrew his gaze and cast a brief look at the arm that had just touched her, falling into a momentary daze.

He lowered his head and went back to looking at his laptop. His expression was cool and indifferent, his eyes focused and serious, making him look exactly the same as usual.

A moment later, the sound of knuckles rapping against the partition echoed through the car again. Qin Yuhe spoke to his assistant, "Turn the air conditioning down another two degrees."

The weather was really getting too hot.

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