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

Chapter 129 She's about to succumb.

Song Tingye: "Sis, you really are my sister! You're probably the first sister in the whole country to make her brother eat shit!"

"Sis, why are you like this? I'm not a dung beetle, why would I crawl into a dung ball?"

Song Xinya reached out and pinched his ear, lifting him up: "You did something bad and you're acting all wronged? I'll give you two slaps!"

Song Tingye: "I'm not wronged at all. How could I be wronged? I really know I was wrong. I promise I will never watch those kinds of videos with girls again."

Song Xinya released her grip on his ear and walked up to Qin Yuyan: "Did he do anything to you yesterday?"

Qin Yuyan: "No, there are videos on my brother's computer that teach people how to kiss. We saw them and were curious, so we watched a few together."

Song Xinya turned to Qin Yuhe: "Why do you have videos on your computer that teach people how to kiss?"

Qin Yuhe turned and walked towards the dining table: "Let's go eat quickly, the food won't taste good if it gets cold. Let's go eat quickly."

Song Xinya recalled the conversation between the two of them the night before last, when she asked him: "Why has your kissing skill improved so much?"

Qin Yuhe replied: I learned it without a teacher.

Was he truly self-taught?

At the dining table, Song Xinya sat opposite Qin Yuhe, her gaze sweeping over his bright red lips.

It doesn't seem so.

Young master is lying.

Men, you know, care about their pride.

The greatest cultivation of an adult is to see through things but not say them.

Song Xinya smiled and said, "Let's just say he's self-taught."

Looking at the serene smile on her face, Qin Yuhe asked, "What are you smiling about?"

Song Xinya: "Someone's smile is kind of cute."

Qin Yuhe would never admit to being cute. He's a tall man, 1.9 meters, what's cute about him? So, Song Xinya wasn't talking about him.

Just as Song Xinya picked up her chopsticks, before she could even reach out, Song Tingye sat down next to her.

He glanced at the delicious food on the table: "Wow, these are all my favorite dishes. This beef stew looks so tender."

Qin Yuhe said to the servant standing to the side, "Take the beef away."

Song Tingye watched longingly as the beef was taken away: "Brother-in-law, I haven't eaten yet."

Song Xinya: "People who do bad things don't deserve to eat beef."

Song Tingye: "Then I won't eat the vegetables, I'll eat rice, is that alright?"

Qin Yuhe: "Remove all the rice."

Song Tingye: "!"

"They won't let me eat vegetables, they won't let me eat rice, so what am I supposed to eat?"

The servant brought over a plate of bright green wild vegetable buns.

Qin Yuhe: "Eat."

Song Tingye: "It's the 21st century now, who still eats wild vegetables and cornbread?"

Song Xinya: "Prisoners used to eat this. Now that you're a criminal, you deserve to eat this."

Song Tingye wasn't picky about food. He thought to himself that having something to eat was better than nothing, and with such a big plate of cornbread, he was sure he could fill his stomach.

He reached out and took a bright green cornbread.

Qin Yuhe: "Remove the rest."

Song Tingye: "!!"

They only give me one cornbread bun for each meal, I can't live like this!

Song Tingye was so angry that he wanted to throw the cornbread in his hand away, but he couldn't bear to.

Qin Yuyan had witnessed Qin Yuhe's ruthless methods and knew that his methods of punishing people were truly cold-blooded, ruthless, and impartial.

If the servants take the cornbread away, she really won't have anything to eat.

As the maid passed by her, she quickly reached out her little hand and took some, saying, "This is my food."

Song Tingye: "Sister, brother-in-law, my little princess and I knelt on durians last night and injured our knees. The wounds need protein to heal, and patients need to replenish their nutrition. You have to give us some meat to eat."

Qin Yuhe saw through it at a glance and gave a cold laugh: "Red ink has dripped all over your crotch. If you hadn't said you injured your knee, I would have thought you were on your period."

Song Tingye looked down and heard a soft rustling sound; there really was a large stain of red ink on his crotch!

Oh no, we've been exposed.

With a whoosh, he squeezed his legs together!

Song Tingye: "I'm a boy, tall and big, and I have a huge appetite. One cornbread bun is too little for me. It's not unreasonable for me to eat two cornbread buns in one meal, is it?"

After waiting a second and seeing that Qin Yuhe and Song Xinya didn't say anything, Song Tingye reached into the plate, grabbed a steamed bun, and ran towards the bedroom.

These days, who's more miserable than him? He's even worried about being hunted down if he wants to eat one more cornbread!

Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe didn't chase after Song Tingye. They knew Song Tingye's appetite well; if they only fed him one cornbread at a time, the child might really starve to death.

While her brother and sister-in-law sat at the dining table enjoying delicacies, Qin Yuyan sat in the corner of the sofa, munching on a cornbread bun.

The steamed buns were too dry and scratchy, so Qin Yuyan swallowed them with water.

The girl had a pure and ethereal appearance, wore a gorgeous white dress, and held a steamed bun in her hands.

Whose little princess would eat cornbread?

The Qin family's meeting.

Song Xinya couldn't stand it anymore and advised Qin Yuhe, "Yanyan already knows she was wrong, so let her sit down and eat."

Qin Yuyan looked at Qin Yuhe with bright, expectant eyes.

Qin Yuhe: "No."

Qin Yuyan: ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅

Waaah, my hopes are dashed.

Qin Yuhe looked at Song Xinya and said, "She may look well-behaved and cute, but she doesn't admit her mistakes and will do it again next time. That's the kind of naughty child I'm talking about."

Qin Yuhe glanced at Qin Yuyan: "Let's starve her for three days first."

Qin Yuyan cried even louder.

After the meal, a rare variety of hydrangeas that Qin Yuhe had purchased from the United States was sent over across the ocean.

This type of hydrangea is called Endless Summer.

She's a top star in the hydrangea world, often referred to as the Liu Yifei of hydrangeas.

Not only are they beautiful, but they also have an exceptionally long blooming period, from May to October. Furthermore, the color of the flowers changes from green and blue to pink and red depending on the soil's pH level.

The garden is managed by the butler, who is very meticulous and responsible in his work.

But Qin Yuhe still went to the garden himself and planted hydrangeas by hand.

Song Xinya accompanied him as they walked towards the garden.

Qin Yuhe: "Planting hydrangeas is not an easy task. Not only will your hands get dirty, but you may also get blisters."

Song Xinya: "So if this job is so tiring, why do you still go?"

Qin Yuhe: "As a husband, I want to do some things for my wife myself."

He turned his head to look into her eyes: "I want you to think of me whenever you see hydrangeas in the future."

His eyebrows and eyes were deep-set, and the color of his eyes was an extreme black, like a starless sea under a pitch-black night.

When you look into his eyes, it feels as if your soul is being sucked away.

All the world's voices faded away, leaving only Song Xinya's rapid and clear heartbeat.

She looked at him, feeling a little dizzy and lightheaded.

She remembered what he had once told her: to treat each other with respect and not interfere with each other's lives.

In my heart, there's a place where, like a seed breaking through the soil, a fresh sprout emerges, brimming with eager anticipation—

Perhaps, one day, he will fall in love with her.

.........

Just as Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe walked out of the living room, the door to one of the bedrooms suddenly opened.

Song Tingye, looking like a thief, walked out from inside.

He looked at Qin Yuyan sitting on the sofa, with two burly men wearing sunglasses standing beside her, watching over her and preventing her from sneaking a bite.

Song Tingye looked behind him and saw two burly men standing there.

"With this kind of clout, people who don't know me would think I'm some big celebrity."

My brother-in-law is serious this time; he's determined to punish them with starvation.

Song Tingye had originally planned to sneak a plate of beef, but it seems he'll only be able to sneak a taste of loneliness.

He walked over to Qin Yuyan and sat down beside her: "Did you finish eating?"

Qin Yuyan covered her flat stomach and said, "No."

Song Tingye wasn't full either. The cornbread he had just eaten wasn't even enough to fill a tooth gap; it made no difference whether he ate it or not.

His stomach kept rumbling, like a Beijing-style drum ballad.

He just took two steamed buns, and he hasn't eaten the other one yet; he left it in the bedroom.

Song Tingye went back to his room, took it out, sat back on the sofa, and handed it to Qin Yuyan: "Here, have some."

Qin Yuyan's eyes lit up, but as she reached out to take it, her hand froze in mid-air. She looked at Song Tingye and asked, "Aren't you hungry?"

Song Tingye said, "I'm not hungry."

Qin Yuyan: "Really?"

Song Tingye: "Really, I ate a lot this morning, so I'm not hungry at all now."

Qin Yuyan took the steamed bun.

The girl's delicate, white fingers broke the steamed bun in half, and handed one half to Song Tingye.

"Each of us shares, our bond will never fade, even if the sea dries up and the rocks crumble, it will never change."

Song Tingye stared at the half-eaten cornbread handed to him, and at the smooth, fair little hand that held it.

"Aren't you hungry? Then eat it all. This cornbread is already tiny, if you give me half, there will only be one bite left."

Qin Yuyan persisted in reaching out to him, and then offered him the steamed bun.

"Staying alone is not sustainable; sharing is what makes true friends."

Song Tingye was amused by her rhyming words and, looking at her delicate, pretty face, reached out and pinched it.

My fingertips felt warm and smooth, like touching freshly steamed milk cake—soft, bouncy, and tender.

Song Tingye took the half-eaten steamed bun from her hand: "Alright then, I'll gladly accept your offer."

Two children, each holding half a wild vegetable bun, sat on the sofa, eating with relish.

Neither of them wanted to eat big bites, so they ate in small bites, because once they finished, there would be nothing left to eat, and they would go hungry again.

.........

In the garden, Song Xinya stood under the cool shade of a tree.

Qin Yuhe stood under the scorching sun, turning over the soil to plant flowers.

Song Xinya asked the maid to bring her a parasol, held it in her hand, and walked towards him.

Suddenly, a cool shade fell over her head. Qin Yuhe looked up at her and said, "Didn't I tell you to stand in the shade?"

Song Xinya: "Let me see if the Crown Prince's hoe is made of gold."

Qin Yuhe brandished the hoe in his hand: "See that?"

Song Xinya: "I saw it, even the Crown Prince looks incredibly handsome hoeing the ground."

She chattered on and on: "Every time I see you, it's like seeing a god. I spin around 360 degrees without any blind spots, admiring you, this charming handsome guy, over and over again with my pure and innocent eyes. I was so handsome that I punched the wall, knocked it down, and punched the neighbor into a room. I showed you to the neighbor, and the neighbor was also so handsome that they screamed. The neighbor and I were both so handsome that we cried and pounded on the wall."

Qin Yuhe stared at Song Xinya's lips: "Looks like your lips don't hurt anymore. I was still too gentle with your kiss yesterday."

Song Xinya: "What? Can't you see my lips are still swollen? They still hurt."

Qin Yuhe: "Does it still hurt?"

Song Xinya blushed and covered his mouth, saying, "Don't be shy."

A damp warmth rolled onto her palm, and he licked her hand with the tip of his tongue.

Song Xinya's heart skipped a beat, and she pulled her hand back. As her fingers brushed against his lips, he opened his mouth and took one of her fingers in his mouth.

He sucked on her knuckles, his soft tongue rubbing against her fingertips.

A strong wind blew in, making the branches and leaves on the trees rustle.

Her finger bones sank into his warm, soft lips, enveloped and sucked by his nimble tongue.

His handsome eyes were half-closed, and he looked very content.

He stared intently at her, observing her reaction.

Song Xinya's face was even more rosy than the hydrangeas next to her.

The tingling sensation in my fingers and the bright, scorching sun melted together in the dry summer breeze.

A cacophony of footsteps, some light and some heavy, drifted over as a group of workers approached, carrying hydrangeas in their hands.

"Mr. Qin, where should we put these hydrangeas?"

At this moment, Qin Yuhe was standing with his back to the workers.

The workers couldn't see what kind of philandering Qin Yuhe was doing.

Qin Yuhe sucked hard on the finger in his mouth, then released it.

"Place it in a corner, in a shady place."

Song Xinya withdrew her hand; her entire arm was numb.

Qin Yuhe lowered his gaze and looked at her fingers, seeing his saliva on her slender white knuckles.

A feeling similar to a puppy urinating came over her; she had been marked by him.

Once she's marked, she's his.

With people coming and going around him, Qin Yuhe couldn't do anything more, so he continued hoeing the ground and planting flowers.

He didn't see that Song Xinya, standing behind him, casually put her slightly damp finger into her mouth...

She couldn't explain her own mindset; before her brain even realized what she was doing, she had already put the finger he had been sucking into her mouth.

His saliva stained her tongue.

Her mouth was filled with his taste—crisp, intense, and alluring.

When Song Xinya realized what she was doing, she was shocked by her own actions.

She would never have done that if it were someone else.

The sun moves from due south to the west.

The once bare garden is now filled with pink and blue hydrangeas.

The entire garden was embraced by hydrangeas, layer upon layer, weaving together a gentle dream of pink and blue.

Each and every one of them was planted by Qin Yuhe himself.

The two stood in a sea of flowers, surrounded by pink and blue hydrangeas.

Qin Yuhe asked, "Mrs. Qin, what did I plant for you?"

Song Xinya: "Flowers."

Qin Yuhe said, "I planted spring and summer for you."