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

Song Tingye and Qin Yuyan squatted on the ground with their butts sticking out, having worked hard all morning to dig up a pot of poisonous vegetables.

The two of them were almost full.

Then he was admitted to the hospital.

Song Tingye threw his chopsticks into the pot: "What the hell is this cat's eye grass? Damn it, I thought it was shepherd's purse!"

The little princess, her face pale and thin, said, "We're going to go hungry again today."

Song Tingye put his hands on his hips, looking unconvinced: "A true strongman takes out his heart in the dead of night, mends it, and wakes up full of confidence again. To live is to forge a path through mountains and build bridges over rivers. I didn't find any shepherd's purse this time, but I'll keep digging!"

With a hoe slung over his shoulder, Song Tingye strode confidently out the door.

Qin Yuyan followed behind him: "I'm going to dig for wild vegetables too."

As Song Tingye passed by Qin Yuhe, he stopped and held out a hand: "Brother-in-law, you haven't given me my cornbread for lunch yet."

Qin Yuyan also held out a hand: "Brother, you haven't given me my cornbread for lunch yet."

Qin Yuhe gestured, and the servants began distributing steamed buns to Song Tingye and Qin Yuyan.

Each of their hands held a small, hill-shaped steamed bun.

Song Tingye: "Even between brothers, accounts should be settled clearly. Brother-in-law and brother-in-law are settling accounts with the lights on. You promised to give me two cornbread buns per meal, but you only gave me one yesterday, none this morning, and only one at noon. So, brother-in-law, you now owe me six cornbread buns."

Qin Yuhe: "Your arithmetic is not bad."

Song Tingye: "Pshaw, that's nothing. I won the gold medal in the National Mathematical Olympiad."

Qin Yuhe looked up at him and asked, "Whose father are you?"

Song Tingye: "You are my father."

Qin Yuhe: "I refuse to give birth to you."

He waved his hand, and the servant gave Song Tingye six steamed buns.

With a hoe slung over his shoulder and a bowl of cornbread in his arms, Song Tingye hummed a little tune as he happily walked out.

Qin Yuyan followed him like a little tail.

She looked at the steamed buns in his basin, her mouth watering with envy.

At this moment, Qin Yuyan felt that Song Tingye was incredibly wealthy.

As she swallowed, she suddenly felt a weight in her hand.

Song Tingye placed a bowl of cornbread in her hands: "You can have them all."

Qin Yuyan pushed the bowl towards him: "Although I really want to eat it, I can't be so selfish. My sister-in-law told me before that it's also important to make others happy. This is yours, you can keep it and eat it."

Song Tingye pushed the basin back into her hands: "My sister taught you that making others happy is important. Now I'm teaching you that making yourself happy is even more important. The greatest meaning of life is to make yourself happy. Eat whatever you have to eat, don't worry about me."

Qin Yuyan picked up a cornbread from the basin and fed it to Song Tingye, saying, "Then you should eat what you have now and make yourself happy."

The little princess is very stubborn.

Song Tingye stopped refusing, and with a cornbread in his mouth, he walked forward, saying, "Brother will take you to dig for wild vegetables. I'll make you a dish and a soup tonight."

Qin Yuyan: "Okay, we can't dig up the wrong one this time."

Song Tingye: "Following Brother Ye, we eat nine meals in two days. You can rest assured, this time we definitely won't dig the wrong hole."

.........

In the living room, Song Xinya watched the two children's departing figures.

"Won't starving them like this make them sick?"

Qin Yuhe calmly sipped his tea, his tone certain: "No."

Song Xinya looked at the remaining steamed buns on the table and asked, "Why are you so sure?"

Qin Yuhe: "I'll tell you in a day."

Song Xinya picked up a cornbread and put it in her mouth, took a bite, and felt that the taste of this cornbread was a little different...

After dinner, Song Xinya prepared to go to the garden to see the hydrangeas.

Qin Yuhe went to the study because he had work to attend to.

When Song Xinya reached the living room door, she received a call from Zhang Yingying.

The other person spoke warmly, calling her, "Xin Xin, my dear sister."

Song Xinya: "Why don't you call me Piggy Hero anymore? I still prefer your sassy, ​​cheeky self."

Zhang Yingying felt as if she had been choked, unable to speak.

Song Xinya: "Why aren't you saying anything? Have you been beaten so badly by life that you've lost your voice and become a little mute?"

"I'll give you one second. If you don't say anything, I'll hang up."

Zhang Yingying hurriedly said, "Dad told me to call you home for dinner."

Song Xinya: "Since Song Xuanli wants me to go back for dinner, let him call me personally."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yingying relayed the message to Song Xuanli.

Li Cuirou, who was standing to the side, said, "Xuanli, why don't you call Xinxin yourself? She's the young mistress of the Qin family now, so it's normal for her to act high and mighty."

Song Xuanli was furious: "She's the young mistress of the Qin family, and I'm her father! I gave her life, so just because of one thing, she has to respect me forever!"

"Children these days lack gratitude education. They don't remember the good things their parents do for them, but if their parents are even slightly unkind, they treat them like enemies and hold grudges!"

"Now that she's the young mistress of the Qin family and has the means, she still doesn't take the initiative to help out at home. I've wasted my life giving birth to her; she's such a money-loser!"

With a loud bang, Song Xuanli slammed his teacup onto the table and reached out to Zhang Yingying: "Give me your phone, I'm calling her!"

When the phone number was dialed, a mechanical female voice answered: "Sorry, the number you dialed is currently switched off. Please try again later."

Song Xuanli, Li Cuirou, and Zhang Yingying were all taken aback.

Li Cuirou: "Her phone is off?"

Song Xuanli: "Why did you make me call her when her phone was off?"

Zhang Yingying: "She's playing you for a fool."

Song Xuanli picked up a handful of quick-acting heart pills from the table and swallowed them.

At the other end, Song Xinya sat in a garden full of pink and blue hydrangeas, drinking coffee and admiring the flowers.

Two hours later, she turned her phone on.

Immediately, Song Xuanli called, his voice booming like thunder: "Finally, your phone's on! You've finally turned it on! Do you know how many times I've called you?!"

Song Xinya: "Someone I haven't contacted in centuries suddenly calls me, wanting to borrow money?"

Song Xuanli was speechless for a moment.

He called Song Xinya today, not to ask for money directly, but because he wanted to use Song Xinya as a connection to get in touch with Qin Yuhe and do business with the Qin family.

Song Xuanli: "How can you talk like that, daughter? How could I, as your father, ask you for money? As an elder, and you, as a junior, it is only right and proper that I give you money."

Song Xinya: "I'm a bit short on cash lately, so transfer one million to my account."