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

The moment the blanket was pulled back, a blast of cool air rushed out and blew between Qin Yuhe's legs, which were hanging loosely.

Having your legs spread wide open for others to admire is something no one can stand.

A look of panic flashed across Qin Yuhe's eyes.

Unfortunately, his hands were injured, both hands were tightly wrapped in gauze, and he couldn't move them.

The moment Old Mrs. Qin lifted the blanket, Qin Yuhe felt four words: utter despair.

He is about to face the greatest humiliation of his life.

Everyone looked into the blanket.

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, Song Xinya swiftly reached out and pressed the blanket down.

No one saw anything.

Having saved face, Qin Yuhe looked at Song Xinya and sincerely said five words: "A great wife."

Song Xinya raised her chin at him: "You're welcome, it's what I should do."

Grandma Qin was completely bewildered, her face full of confusion: "Ya Ya, I want to see how badly Hehe is injured, why won't you let me see?"

Song Xinya: "Now is not the right time."

Grandma Qin: "Look at his injury, do you even care whether it's appropriate or not?"

Qin Hanxiao: "Mom, don't you understand? Your precious grandson is so badly injured that it's become a secret."

Grandma Qin's heart skipped a beat, and she became even more anxious: "Where is our Hehe hurt? We don't dare let anyone know!"

"Such a big thing, can we really keep it a secret? This child has always been very sensible since she was little. She solves everything on her own and shoulders every difficulty by herself. Hehe, Grandma knows you're worried about upsetting Grandma, which is why you don't want to lift the covers and let Grandma see!"

"But Grandma is determined to lift the covers and take a good look today!"

Grandma Qin reached out to lift the blanket again.

"Don't be afraid, my dear grandson, Grandma will just take a look, just one look is enough."

Qin Yuhe's voice rang out, calm yet helpless: "I'm not wearing pants."

Grandma Qin's hand, which was lifting the blanket, suddenly stopped.

So it turns out the reason you wouldn't let her see was because that big scoundrel wasn't wearing pants?

Qin Yuhe looked at his troubled grandmother: "Do you know why now?"

Grandma Qin chuckled awkwardly and withdrew her hand: "I know, I know. Oh, it's just that you're not wearing pants, it's not a big deal. Grandma watched you grow up since you were a baby. When you were a little baby, Grandma changed your diapers every day, wiped your bottom every day, and helped you pee every day. By the way, when you were four years old, Grandma carried you to the circumcision clinic."

President Qin's very underwear is about to be pulled down by his own grandmother.

Qin Yuhe: "I think you don't need to talk about these things."

Grandma Qin: "You don't want Grandma to talk about it? Fine, Grandma won't."

She turned to look at Grandpa Qin and Qin Hanxiao: "What are you two still standing there for? Hurry up and put Hehe's pants on."

Qin Yuhe: "No need, my wife will dress me."

The intimacy between husband and wife is unmatched by anyone else.

There are some things that you might feel embarrassed doing even in front of your own parents, but you feel perfectly justified doing them with your partner.

Grandma Qin, Grandpa Qin, and Qin Hanxiao walked out.

Song Xinya lifted the blanket and helped Qin Yuhe put on the pants that she hadn't been able to put on yet.

Qin Yuhe lay in bed, wearing a hospital gown, his hair hanging down naturally, his eyes clear and bright as if soaked in warm water, and his lips light and pale, looking gentle and harmless.

He stretched out his arms to Song Xinya, meaning he wanted her to pick him up.

Looking at the way he stretched out his arm, Song Xinya thought of a baby stretching out its arms for its mother to hold it.

She curled her lips and chuckled softly.

Qin Yuhe: "What are you laughing at?"

Song Xinya: "I can't tell you."

Qin Yuhe: "If there's anything I don't know, feel free to tell me."

Song Xinya: "I'm afraid you'll get angry if I tell you."

Qin Yuhe: "I'm not angry."

Song Xinya then said, "The way you asked me to hug you is like a little baby asking its mother for a hug."

Qin Yuhe's expression changed. He was a 29-year-old man, 1.9 meters tall, and a little baby?

At this moment, Song Xinya leaned closer to him, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and let the ends of her hair fall onto his chest. Her soft, white, and beautiful neck leaned towards his face.

Qin Yuhe looked up and bit her neck.

Soft lips pressed against delicate skin, sharp teeth grazed, causing a mix of pain, itchiness, and pleasure.

Song Xinya gasped in surprise, "Ah~"

Her tone was slow and leisurely, with a trembling, seductive quality at the end, captivating and alluring.

It didn't sound like the kind of sound a normal person would make.

She scolded him, "What are you doing?"

Qin Yuhe: "Punishment."

You said you wouldn't get angry, you big liar.

His teeth were still biting into her neck. Song Xinya asked, "Can you let go now?"

Qin Yuhe stuck out his tongue and licked her neck.

"It's okay now."

The moist, soft touch brushed against Song Xinya's neck, sending shivers down her spine.

A delicate pinkish-red hue extended from Song Xinya's neck all the way down her smooth back.

At this moment, Old Mrs. Qin, Old Mr. Qin, and Qin Hanxiao stood by the window in the corridor, watching this scene.

Grandma Qin, like a die-hard fan of a popular couple, covered her mouth and chuckled, "It's so sweet, even an old woman like me feels embarrassed watching it."

Grandpa Qin smiled and said, "The two of them seem to have a very good relationship."

Qin Hanxiao: "Every relationship starts like this: it's passionate, fresh, and romantic. You're completely focused on each other, and your passion is like fire. But as you spend more and more time together, you get to know each other better, the novelty wears off, your patience dwindles, conflicts increase, and you start to feel annoyed just looking at each other. Eventually, the relationship breaks down. That's how it always ends."

Grandma Qin rolled her eyes: "Just admit you're a jerk, don't talk about how things eventually fell apart. It all turned out the same way. Do you think everyone is like you, with their wife running off with another man?"

Qin Hanxiao: "Stop bringing up the fact that my wife ran off with another man; you're exposing my shortcomings."

Grandma Qin: "Did I hit a nerve? Now you're ashamed? When you were a scumbag, weren't you ashamed? If you ask me, you deserve it. Who told you not to cherish that girl back then? You didn't love your wife, but other men will. You didn't love your wife, but other men will."

Qin Hanxiao: "Go see your precious grandson quickly, stop nagging me."

The door to the ward opened, and Song Xinya stood in the doorway: "Grandpa, Grandma, Dad, come in."

The three elders entered the room and saw Qin Yuhe sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs dangling on the ground.

Looking at his bandaged hand, Old Master Qin asked in a deep voice, "Where are you injured?"

The doctor then came in and said, "A wooden stick pierced through Mr. Qin's abdomen. Fortunately, it did not damage any internal organs. The stick was less than a millimeter away from Mr. Qin's stomach. If it had been just a hair's breadth away, Mr. Qin's stomach would have been ripped apart. You could say that Mr. Qin escaped death."

"In addition, Mr. Qin's palms were severely burned by the fire. He needs to use steel wool and a grinder every day to scrape away the necrotic skin until new flesh grows."

Grandma Qin kept wiping away tears as she listened.

Old Master Qin's expression was stern.

Qin Hanxiao pursed his lips tightly.

Song Xinya lowered her head, not daring to look directly at the three elders opposite her.

How could she not feel guilty? Qin Yuhe wasn't injured because of her; he was injured so badly while helping her save her sister. It was for her sake that he was so badly injured.

A pampered young master, who should have been living a life of luxury and ease, almost lost his life because of her.

Song Xinya felt guilty, fearful, and uneasy. She wanted to apologize to the three elders, but she felt that the three words "sorry" were too light, too casual, and not heavy enough to express her remorse.

How can an apology be compared to a human life?

Song Xinya's shoulders were hunched in, her limbs were stiff, her head was lowered, her gaze was fixed on the ground, and her fingers were twisted until they were pale.

Qin Yuhe got up from the bed, walked to Song Xinya's side, looked directly at the three elders opposite him and said, "My injury has nothing to do with my wife. She didn't want me to go, but I insisted on going. If anyone is to blame, it's myself."