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

The sunset glow carries the slightly sour taste of plums, while the summer breeze blowing in our faces is as refreshing as beer.

Qin Yuhe stood tall and elegant amidst the pink and blue hydrangeas, with a magnificent view of the endless sunset behind him.

Layer upon layer of fiery clouds covered the sky and earth, enveloping the world in a magnificent and breathtaking spectacle.

Such a magnificent and grand view was reduced to a mere backdrop for Qin Yuhe.

Song Xinya gazed at Qin Yuhe, her eyes filled only with him, oblivious to everything else.

Her heart was pounding erratically, she felt lightheaded, and her breath carried a sweet, soft dizziness.

Song Xinya was unaware that at this moment, her eyes were unusually bright, and the smile on her face was so radiant and joyful that it was like a glass full of water, about to overflow.

Qin Yuhe looked down at her, reached out, and placed his hot palm on one of her cheeks.

"In the hustle and bustle of the world, amidst the chaos and deceit of all, this garden is a pure land I offer you."

"If you're happy, come here to see the hydrangeas. If you're unhappy, come here to see the hydrangeas too. Looking at this sea of ​​flowers will make you realize how lovely life is."

"Flowers are never just flowers; they are also medicine, an antidote to dark and gloomy days."

He said to her, "Song Xinya, from now on, you will have your own spring and summer."

How could she not be moved by his deep, magnetic voice and his melodious words?

Every part of Song Xinya's heart was filled with the tenderness he gave her.

Her heart swayed like a hydrangea in the wind.

"Mr. Qin..."

Song Xinya looked up at him, her fair cheeks flushed with two rosy blushes.

He was very tall, and when the two of them stood close together, face to face, she had to look up to see his face.

She beckoned to him: "Come a little closer."

Qin Yuhe: "Want to whisper something to me?"

Song Xinya: "Yes, I'm whispering to you."

Qin Yuhe lowered his head and leaned closer to her.

Song Xinya tiptoed and kissed his lips with her soft, tender lips.

She stuck out her pink tongue and licked his lips.

The soft, smooth touch brushed against his lips, and Qin Yuhe felt a jolt of electricity. A subtle current surged from his lips throughout his body, his mind went blank for a moment, and his heart trembled slightly.

This was the first time she had kissed him on her own initiative.

A kiss as light as a dragonfly skimming the water.

She then gently licked it with the tip of her soft tongue.

She landed back on her tiptoes, and her lips left his.

Qin Yuhe felt that he hadn't even had a chance to properly savor the kiss before she stopped kissing him.

"Um..." Give me another kiss.

Before she could finish the last four words, Song Xinya spoke up: "It's not gentlemanly to not reciprocate. You just kissed my hand, and now I'm kissing your lips. I'm being a gentleman to you."

Qin Yuhe smiled lazily and faintly: "So stealing a kiss from a man is considered a gentlemanly act?"

Song Xinya's face flushed bright red instantly.

Why did she have to say it? Doesn't she have any pride?

She countered, "Did you ask me anything when you kissed my hand?"

Qin Yuhe: "No."

Song Xinya: "So what's the problem with me kissing you on the lips without your permission?"

The way she asked the question, and the way she spoke with such confidence despite her lack of conviction, made Song Xinya feel embarrassed.

Her slender waist was embraced by long arms, her back pressed tightly against his warm embrace, his warm lips close to her ear: "No problem, if you want to kiss me, I'll let you kiss me."

Song Xinya's lips curled upwards, and she pursed them slightly, saying, "It's like I really want to kiss you."

Qin Yuhe: "You don't want to, it's all because my lips are seducing you."

Song Xinya's eyes curved into a pool of honey.

Qin Yuhe's arm brushed against her side, reaching towards the hydrangeas in front of her: "How about picking a couple to put in the room?"

Song Xinya: "Let us appreciate the flowers on the branches together, and not pluck the flowers to admire the branches in vain."

Qin Yuhe: "Pluck the flower while it blooms, for when it withers, you'll only have bare branches left to break."

Song Xinya: "Alright, then let's fold it."

Qin Yuhe reached out to pluck a flower, and at that moment, he hugged her from behind.

The man's broad chest pressed against Song Xinya's, and she could even feel the outline of his pectoral muscles, the frequency of his heartbeat, and the hardness of his strong body.

His breath, landing on her snow-white neck, disrupted her breathing rhythm.

Even picking a flower made her uneasy.

Fairy.

Male goblin.

A pink hydrangea and a blue hydrangea were plucked and held in his slender, pale hands.

As the strong, muscular man on his back moved away, Qin Yuhe straightened up.

Song Xinya took a deep breath to calm her racing heart.

"Let's go back inside," Qin Yuhe said, taking her hand and leading her to the living room.

Song Xinya wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt that his tone carried a hint of urgency.

"What do you want to do?"

Qin Yuhe turned and stared at her: "If you want to do something, I will definitely behave and not resist."

Song Xinya really admired his silver tongue; he could make black seem white and the dead seem alive.

I want dry-pot shrimp.

Qin Yuhe: "I am Guoxia (a type of shrimp)."

Song Xinya: ・ࡇ・ (Oh?)

Song Xinya: "I want to eat dry pot shrimp."

Qin Yuhe: "I am Dry Pot Shrimp."

Song Xinya: ⚆_⚆ (Huh?)

.........

In the living room, Song Tingye was negotiating terms with four burly men.

Commonly known as: bribery.

He declared with boundless pride, "How much did my brother-in-law pay you to spy on me and the little princess? I'll pay you double!"

The burly man: "One hundred thousand."

Song Tingye, who only had ten yuan in his pocket, said, "Oh, oh, oh."

Qin Yuyan: "What are you 'oh'ing for? Hurry up and hand over the 200,000."

Song Tingye looked at the four burly men: "Will ghost money work?"

The burly man said, "Give me ghost money for my great-grandmother who died ten years ago."

Song Tingye: "Oh, oh oh oh."

Qin Yuyan: "Are you broke?"

Song Tingye: "Let me put it this way, there's nothing I can't solve if it can be solved with money."

Qin Yuyan grinned: "I'm rich!"

She pulled out a bank card: "I usually use this card to spend money. I can easily spend 800,000 or 100,000 or 200,000 yuan on a small handbag. For me, it's as easy as spending 10 or 20 yuan."

"My brother gave you 100,000 yuan, right? I'll transfer 800,000 yuan to you. I just beg you for one thing: when Song Tingye and I were having an affair, please turn a blind eye and pretend you didn't see anything. Just let us have a bite to eat, please!"

Qin Yuyan was starving; her tummy was rumbling with hunger.

She took out her phone and transferred money to the burly man.

Ding--

A line of text appeared on the screen:

Your bank card has been frozen.

Qin Yuyan paused for a moment, then said, "I'll try a different bank card. A different card will definitely work."

Ding--

Your bank card has been frozen.

I changed three more bank cards in a row, and each one gave me the following message:

Your bank card has been frozen.

The burly man said, "Kid, give up. Your brother has frozen all your bank cards."

Song Tingye: "Welcome to my private island, the impoverished island."

Qin Yuyan said with a mournful face, "From now on, I'm no longer a cute little devil, but a poor little devil."

Song Tingye comforted her, saying, "It's alright. I've been poor for seventeen years, and I'm still alive. I'm just broke, not dead. As long as I'm alive, there's hope, and I won't die."

Qin Yuyan: "Besides being poor, what else do we have now?"

Song Tingye: "We are also short of money, short of clothes, short of worries, short of time, and short of future prospects."

Qin Yuyan's little mouth twitched into a pitiful arc: "Brother Ye, please stop talking. I feel like crying every time I hear you speak."

"Sizzle—" Song Tingye zipped up the zipper on his mouth.

Qin Yuyan muttered to herself in worry, "Tonight we'll have to eat wild grass buns again. What am I going to do?"

"Cold salad."

A deep, cold voice came from the doorway. Qin Yuhe walked into the living room and uttered two words in a chilling tone.

"Hungry."

Qin Yuyan looked at Song Xinya with teary eyes: "Sister-in-law."

Qin Yuhe: "Shouting for dumplings won't help."

The little girl's eyes were filled with tears from hunger, and glistening tears welled up in them, making her look like a pitiful chinchilla kitten.

Song Xinya looked at Qin Yuhe: "Xiao Ye is tough and can go without food for a few days. Consider it a diet. The little princess is delicate and weak. Don't let her go hungry and cause hypoglycemia. Let Xiao Ye go hungry alone. Let Yan Yan eat."

Song Tingye's eyes widened like saucers; who could believe that this was his own sister!

Qin Yuyan looked longingly at her older brother.

Qin Yuhe: "Once is a mistake, twice is a choice, and three times is recklessness. Some mistakes, if not stopped in time when they happen for the first time, will be made countless times in the future."

He looked at Qin Yuyan and Song Tingye with a cold and sharp gaze, like iron dipped in cold water, which fell heavily on them, making them not dare to breathe.

"What I want to tell you today is that if you do something wrong, you must be punished. That's the rule of this world, and no matter who you are or where you are, you must learn to accept it."

After saying this, Qin Yuhe said to the servants, "Serve the food. My wife and I will sit and eat, while Qin Yuyan and Song Tingye will stand and watch."

Qin Yuyan: "..."

Song Tingye: "..."

God, may lightning strike them dead!

Delicious dishes were served, filling the living room with their aroma.

The filet mignon is grilled to a honey-colored caramel crust, with a bright color and plump meat. When you bite into it, the crispy skin makes a satisfying crunch, and the aroma of the meat is mixed with the unique smoky scent of charcoal, making it incredibly tempting.

Starvation is a form of torture.

Being hungry and having to watch others eat is like adding insult to injury.

Already starving, Qin Yuyan and Song Tingye collapsed onto the sofa.

Song Xinya looked nervous: "Those two..."

Qin Yuhe: "He's faking it."

Song Xinya: "Okay."

She could tell that the two brats were faking it, but she wanted to use this as an excuse to plead with Qin Yuhe on their behalf.

Qin Yuhe remained resolute, impartial, and unyielding.

Song Xinya understood that no matter how much she pleaded, it would be useless.

When it comes to educating his children, Young Master Qin is undoubtedly a "strict father".

After Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe finished their meal, Song Tingye and Qin Yuyan were still dizzy on the sofa.

Qin Yuhe slowly wiped his hands with a napkin, his voice leisurely: "Ten seconds. If you don't get up from the sofa, I'll feed the steamed buns to the dog."

Song Tingye and Qin Yuyan immediately sat up straight.

A snow-white napkin was placed on the table. Qin Yuhe stood up and said, "Madam, let's go upstairs."

Song Xinya followed Qin Yuhe up to the second floor. As she passed the sofa near the spiral staircase, she caught a glimpse of two mischievous children gnawing on steamed buns.

Dinner was the same: two cornbread buns for Song Tingye and one cornbread bun for Qin Yuyan.

Song Tingye broke one of the steamed buns in half and gave one half to Qin Yuyan.

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

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

He stuffed the cornbread into her hand.

"A relationship that can enjoy happiness together isn't necessarily true; a relationship that can endure hardship together is the truly solid one."

"From now on, we'll be in a relationship where we can share both joy and sorrow."

Qin Yuyan looked at Song Tingye with her large, clear eyes, her bright almond-shaped eyes sparkling.

"Thank you, Ono."

Song Tingye looked at her fair and tender little face and reached out to pinch it.

"You're welcome, little princess."

.........

Second floor, bedroom.

While Qin Yuhe was taking a shower in the bathroom, Song Xinya leaned against the headboard, opened WeChat, and checked the messages in the work group.

Previously, Zhao Yinian would conduct a cult-like ritual in the group every morning:

[To succeed, first go crazy, and charge headlong into making money!]

[Take a gamble once, and you'll be rich for three generations; only by working hard can you avoid failure!]

[Eating steamed buns today, living in a high-rise tomorrow!]

[Sleeping on the floor today, sleeping with the boss tomorrow!]

Every time she heard this, the employees rolled their eyes. "She wants to sleep with the boss? If she's that capable, why doesn't she just fly to the moon!"

Since Qin Yuhe parachuted into the work group, Zhao Yinian immediately stopped holding cult rituals and dared not act crazy anymore. The work group was no longer filled with nonsense and became clean and tidy.

Sure enough, once President Qin made a move, you could tell he was capable.

President Qin's iron fist can suppress all demons and monsters.

When Song Xinya logged out of the work group, she received a message from Chen Siyan: [Hey sis, are you coming to work tomorrow?]

Song Xinya: [Bro, I'm going to work tomorrow.]

Chen Siyan: [I haven't seen you for days, Brother Yan has been missing you terribly.]

Song Xinya: [President Qin is standing next to me]

A line of small text appeared on the screen:

Chen Siyan retracted a message.

Song Xinya: [Does Brother Yan still miss me?]

Chen Siyan: [I don't want to!]

OK.

[Recall the message immediately! Recall the message immediately! Recall the message immediately! Make sure to delete all our chat history! Let Brother Yan live a few more years, Brother Yan begs you!]

Crazy kowtowing GIF

For the sake of the other person's lifespan, Song Xinya deleted the chat history.

As Song Xinya placed her phone on the bedside table, she received a call from Song Xuanli.

"Ya Ya, I'm your father."

Song Xinya: "In my heart, my father is already dead."

Song Xuanli: "You've always had a bad temper, a narrow mind, and a grudge-holding nature since you were little. It's alright, your father doesn't blame you."

Song Xinya: "Your father has always been hypocritical, snobbish, irresponsible, and unreliable. He cheated on his wife, indulged in drinking, gambling, and prostitution. It's alright, I will never forgive you."

Song Xuanli's blood pressure immediately rose.

Li Cuirou: "Yingying, quickly go and get your dad's nitroglycerin pills. Your dad has had another attack because of Ya Ya."

Zhang Yingying: "How could Song Xinya even anger her own father? She's so unfilial. She doesn't care about her father, but I do."

Song Xuanli took the nitroglycerin pills from Zhang Yingying's hand: "Good child, Yingying, you are truly my good child."

He said into the phone, "Unlike some people who treat their own fathers as enemies, wishing their fathers would die all day long."

Song Xinya smiled calmly, her eyes devoid of warmth: "Then you're mistaken. You're not worth me worrying about all day long. You're not even in my heart. I won't even think about you."

Song Xuanli originally planned to take five quick-acting heart pills, but upon hearing this, he took ten at once.

"It's been a long time. Come back tomorrow, let's have a meal together."

Song Xinya: "Didn't we just meet at the banquet the night before last? You were kicked out by security, and I was upstairs watching you make a fool of yourself."

Just as Zhang Yingying was about to take the nitroglycerin pills away, Song Xuanli reached out his hand to her: "Give me ten more."

Song Xinya: "Oh, you've become addicted to nitroglycerin pills, treating them like candy."

Song Xuanli picked up the oxygen cylinder next to him, put the cap on his nose, and began to inhale oxygen.

Zhang Yingying took the phone from Song Xuanli and asked, "Are you sleeping with Qin Yuhe tonight?"

Song Xinya: "Of course."

Zhang Yingying was sweating profusely with anxiety: "How could you sleep with Qin Yuhe? You shouldn't do this. You should sleep in a separate room from him."

Song Xinya laughed: "You're meddling in everything, even whether other couples sleep together or not. How can you be so possessive of other people's husbands?"

"If he doesn't sleep with me, who will he sleep with? You? Do you even deserve it? Even a three-key set that costs ten dollars is more deserving than you."

Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe have already slept together. If she gets pregnant with Qin Yuhe's child, she will be firmly in charge of becoming the young mistress of the Qin family.

Zhang Yingying was extremely anxious, like an ant on a hot pan.

Zhang Yingying: "Qin Yuhe is so busy with work, he should focus on his career. Don't be like a vixen who eats men's essence, always clinging to him."

Song Xinya could easily see that the other party was desperately trying to prevent her from sharing a room with Qin Yuhe.

Song Xinya said in a affected tone, "It's time. I don't have time to chat with you anymore because my husband has made a promise with me that we'll have sex thirteen times tonight."

With a thud, Zhang Yingying's phone fell to the ground.

Song Xinya happily hung up the phone.

She looked up, and suddenly her smile froze.

At some point, Qin Yuhe stood at the bathroom door, wrapped only in a bath towel, his strong and muscular upper body exposed to the air, his bulging muscles exuding male hormones.

"Mrs. Qin, do you want to be with me thirteen times tonight?"