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

"Our home."

Song Xinya murmured these words softly, as if the empty space in her heart had been filled.

For her, home was like a dream, beautiful and warm, yet unattainable.

Our home.

Her and his home.

Later, when she had his child, their family would continue to grow.

Dad, Mom, child, a warm and loving home.

Just imagining this scene made Song Xinya feel as if her heart was filled with sunshine, warm and cozy.

She stood at the living room doorway, watching him leave until the rear of the car was no longer visible, and she couldn't look away for a long time.

The shadows of the trees swayed, and a gust of wind blew across Song Xinya's face. Her soft hair spread out like ink-black smoke, strand by strand, radiating a beautiful color under the sunlight.

Song Xinya's longing thoughts were blown back by the wind.

She went back into the house, picked up her bag, told the maid she had to go out, and drove her Porsche sports car out of the villa.

Porsche Ice Berry Pink disappeared at the villa's entrance. At the same time, the two mischievous kids, Song Tingye and Qin Yuyan, who had gone to the back mountain to dig for wild vegetables, returned.

The two men were covered in dust and mud, carrying a tattered basket full of wild vegetables.

Song Tingye: "I feel like the leader of the Beggars' Sect right now."

Qin Yuyan: "What about me?"

Song Tingye: "The wife of the Beggars' Sect leader."

Qin Yuyan opened her big, round eyes. Her whole body was dirty, except for her two eyeballs, which were the cleanest.

"Then I'm your wife, aren't I?"

Song Tingye turned his head and looked at her: "You're still feeling wronged after marrying me?"

Qin Yuyan looked at his dirty face covered in mud and his hair stuck together in clumps with wet mud, and replied, "You're wronged."

Song Tingye immediately objected: "Do you know how popular I am? I'm handsome, academically gifted, and my essay writing is always the best in the school, even when it's off-topic, it's second best. In our school, girls who like me are as numerous as the stars in the sky. It's no exaggeration to say that my desk drawer is stuffed with love letters every day. You're complaining? You're complaining about nothing!"

Qin Yuyan: "But, Brother Ye, even though you're handsome and smart, you're poor."

Song Tingye: "..."

"Is it because you're materialistic and disdainful of the poor?"

Qin Yuyan: "I don't mind poverty, but I love wealth, because I don't like to suffer, I just like to enjoy life."

Song Tingye: "Although I don't own a house or a car now, there's a saying that goes, 'Don't underestimate a poor young person, don't underestimate a poor middle-aged person, and don't underestimate a poor old person.'"

Qin Yuyan: "Respect for the dead is paramount."

Song Tingye: "...Of course, I definitely won't be poor my whole life. I can even get full marks on the math Olympiad. With my intelligence, how could I possibly be poor my whole life?"

Qin Yuyan believed this, because her teacher had once told her: "There is a golden house in books."

With Song Tingye's high IQ, he will surely achieve great success in the future.

The two walked and chatted as they entered the living room.

Seeing the living room was empty, Song Tingye asked the maid, "Where's my sister?"

Maid: "Madam has gone out on some business. She said she went to the Song family's house."

The Song family?

Song Tingye muttered to himself, "That old scumbag of a father of his, he never utters a good word all day long. Why is my sister going to see him?"

"Where's my brother-in-law?"

Maid: "Mr. Qin has gone to Shanghai on a business trip."

Song Tingye's eyes widened: "My brother-in-law is gone!"

Qin Yuyan realized something was wrong: "Why did my brother leave without saying a word!"

Who will give them cornbread to eat?

Song Tingye took out his phone: "I'll call my brother-in-law right now and tell him about the steamed buns. This is very important!"

"Hey, brother-in-law, I heard you went to Shanghai on a business trip?"

Qin Yuhe was on his way to the airport: "Yes."

Song Tingye: "Did you instruct the servants to give us cornbread three times a day, without fail?"

Qin Yuhe: "I told my wife about this, and she will arrange everything."

Song Tingye chuckled: "Give me back my wife. Just say it's your sister, that's all."

"I like to say," Qin Yuhe said, "my wife."

Song Tingye: "Alright, alright, your wife, your wife, your wife."

Just as Qin Yuhe was about to hang up, Song Tingye said, "My sister went to the Song family."

Qin Yuhe's hand gripping the phone suddenly tightened.

.........

Song Xinya stood at the entrance of the Song family home.

The Song family's butler stood at the gate. Before, he would ignore her like she was invisible, but now, seeing her, he walked over warmly: "Mrs. Qin, you've arrived. Please come in with me, I'll show you the way."

Song Xinya: "No need. I've walked this path since I was a child, so I know it well enough."

The butler looked embarrassed and realized that he had been too enthusiastic.

When one is obsessed with currying favor with the powerful and wealthy, one loses all sense of proportion.

Song Xinya walked into the Song family's gate with her back ramrod straight.

Today she's wearing a brand new Hermès haute couture red dress; she wants to be glamorous, she wants to be eye-catching, she wants to be flamboyant.

Wearing a red dress, she was radiant and passionate; her beautiful appearance exuded a vibrant and uplifting vitality, making her incomparably beautiful.

The moment Song Xinya stepped into the hall, Song Xuanli, Li Cuirou, and Zhang Yingying inside the room were all amazed.

This was the first time they had looked at Song Xinya so closely since she successfully lost weight.

She has changed so much.

In the past, Zhang Yingying mocked her: "Song Xinya, look at you, you're round and chubby like a landmine. If you were shorter, people might praise you as a cute landmine, but you're so tall, fat and strong, you're not even close to being cute, you're just a big, dumb oaf."

Now that Song Xinya has lost weight, her height advantage is fully revealed; she is tall with long legs and a powerful aura.

When Zhang Yingying stood up, she only reached her shoulder. In terms of both appearance and height, she was completely overshadowed.

Looking at her clothes again, Zhang Yingying said, "I just saw that Hermes dress you're wearing at Fashion Week. It hasn't been released in China yet. Why are you wearing it?"

Song Xinya: "Because I have a good husband who went to Europe to buy me clothes. You don't need to envy me. I have ten wardrobes of luxury haute couture dresses like these, which cost hundreds of thousands of yuan each."

Zhang Yingying didn't even dare to think about these things, and said, "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Song Xinya: "I have no obligation to enlighten pigs. I respect every frog and its well, but every now and then I pour boiling water into the well."

Song Xinya walked into the hall with a calm expression, having made clear arrangements for herself, and sat in the main seat.

She was stunningly beautiful in her red dress, and her every move exuded elegance and grace, making Song Xuanli, Li Cuirou, and Zhang Yingying seem like outsiders.

It's not wrong to say that Song Xinya is the owner, because her mother bought the house, but now it's been taken over by Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying.

With her slender, jade-like hands, Song Xinya picked up a blue-and-white porcelain teacup and drank the tea slowly and deliberately.

Song Xuanli glanced at her, looking like he was about to lecture her, and scolded, "So you know how to come back!"

Song Xinya: "Didn't you tell me to come back?"

Song Xuanli: "..."