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

The gloom that filled the courtyard was dispelled.

A ray of sunlight shone through the open door, falling directly on Song Xinya.

She turned around and saw Qin Yuhe standing against the light.

His tall and imposing figure was sleek and powerful, his body gleaming with a golden light, exuding an unfathomable aura of strength and nobility.

Song Xinya stared at Qin Yuhe, her eyes wide with astonishment: "Mr. Qin..."

Wasn't he on a business trip to Shanghai?

Song Xuanli, Zhang Yingying, Li Cuirou, and the housekeepers and servants who had gathered in the courtyard were all stunned the moment they saw Qin Yuhe, as if struck by lightning.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Qin Yuhe strode to Song Xinya's side, placed his hand on her shoulder, and gently pulled her into his arms in a protective gesture.

He surveyed the group of people standing in a circle: "Is this situation an attempt to encircle and annihilate my wife?"

My wife—those four words resonated deeply.

Fear gripped everyone.

Song Xuanli smiled ingratiatingly: "President Qin, what are you saying? In a civilized society governed by the rule of law, would we dare to hit Song Xinya? Song Xinya stole our things, we just want them back."

Qin Yuhe glanced at the USB drive in Song Xinya's hand and said, "No matter whose it is, once it's in my wife's hands, it belongs to my wife."

Everyone was stunned.

Song Xuanli: "President Qin, what do you mean by that?"

Qin Yuhe: "What I mean is, no matter what happens, you are the ones who are wrong, and my wife is never wrong."

Everyone was shocked once again.

That's way too protective of their own.

That kind of unreasonable favoritism.

His heart was completely devoted to his wife.

Everyone says that Qin Yuhe, the prince of Beijing's elite circle, is fair, upright, and a gentleman. But after meeting him today, he seems quite different from the legends. He looks like a henpecked husband.

Song Xuanli: "President Qin, you can't say it like that. There has to be a standard for judging who is right and who is wrong, who is right and who is wrong."

Qin Yuhe: "I'm here to support my wife, not to be a judge. The standard for judgment? My wife is the standard for judgment."

Everyone was stunned again.

There's nothing more to say about Song Xinya taking the USB drive, because President Qin said his wife is never wrong, and his wife is the standard for judgment.

Zhang Yingying looked at Song Xinya, who was being protected in Qin Yuhe's arms. Throughout the entire negotiation, she hadn't said a word and had already escaped unscathed.

She had never experienced the feeling of being so firmly protected by a man before.

Zhang Yingying felt as if her heart was being soaked in vinegar, and flames of jealousy burned in her eyes.

Seeing Zhang Yingying's jealous gaze, Song Xinya curled her red lips and raised an eyebrow.

Jealousy is a form of admiration; Zhang Yingying's jealousy of her proves that she is better than her.

Zhang Yingying felt even more upset after receiving the other party's ignoring and provocative gaze.

He wanted to open his mouth and curse Song Xinya, but when he saw Qin Yuhe next to her, he was afraid and closed his mouth.

Qin Yuhe put his arm around Song Xinya and walked out.

Everyone in the courtyard stared in disbelief at his retreating figure.

They could count on one hand the number of times they met such important figures in their entire lives.

Song Xuanli was eager to curry favor: "President Qin, since you're already here, please have dinner before you leave. I'm Song Xinya's father, so we're all family."

Qin Yuhe continued walking forward without stopping: "Wait until my wife acknowledges you as her father before you talk to me about family."

The Rolls-Royce was parked in front of the Song family's gate.

The people in the courtyard saw Qin Yuhe bend down to help Song Xinya open the car door, and as she sat in the car, his hand rested on the roof.

She got into the car, and he closed the door with extreme gentleness.

The Rolls-Royce drove off, leaving a trail of exhaust fumes in the yard.

.........

Inside the car, Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe sat in the back seat.

The two people's thighs were pressed together.

The woman's thighs were exceptionally soft; even through two layers of fabric, the warmth of her skin was continuously transmitted to me.

Song Xinya turned to the man beside her: "Why don't you ask me what happened just now?"

"No need to ask," Qin Yuhe said in a deep and firm voice, "I will reason with you behind closed doors, but in public, I will always unconditionally protect you."

As her husband, he had to do it.

He wanted to clearly convey a message to everyone: he would protect his people, and no one had the right to criticize them.

The lights on the roof of the car were on, and the cool white light shone on his face, highlighting his sharp and distinct features. His nose was straight, his lips were bright red, and his handsome features were full of glamour.

Song Xinya stared at him blankly.

She had always known he was good-looking, and now she thought he was even more handsome.

It had reached the point where she would be lost in thought every time she looked at him.

My heart is racing.

Logically, the longer two people spend together, the less novelty they experience, and the fewer times they feel attracted to each other.

Song Xinya's feelings for Qin Yuhe were not like that.

She was stunned by his appearance at first sight; she admitted that she was attracted by his physical attributes. However, the line of reason in her heart remained firmly in place.

However, now, that line called reason has veered off course and veered to one side.

It seemed poised to break free from her control and fly completely toward him.

.........

The Rolls-Royce was parked in the Forbidden City.

Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe entered the living room.

A strong, fresh grassy smell wafted over.

Song Xinya looked into the hall, where Song Tingye and Qin Yuyan were sitting at the table.

Several plates were placed on the table.

Hearing footsteps, Song Tingye turned around: "Sister!"

"Hey! Brother-in-law, you're here too! Weren't you away on a business trip?"

Qin Yuhe said casually, "Stop pretending. You know best why I'm here."

Song Tingye scratched his head: "Brother-in-law, what do you mean by this? I know best."

Qin Yuhe: "When he called me before, he specifically mentioned that my sister went to the Song family, which meant that I should go to the Song family."

Song Tingye put down his hand that was scratching his head, grinned, and said, "Brother-in-law, you even noticed that. You're truly a man destined for great things."

Qin Yuhe didn't react much to his low-level flattery.

Song Tingye: "However, brother-in-law, the fact that you go when I tell you to shows how important I am to you, like the sun to the earth."

Qin Yuhe chuckled indifferently: "Could it be because your sister holds a very important place in my heart?"

Song Tingye was quite open-minded: "We grew up together and accompanied each other. My sister and I are inseparable. If you are good to my sister, it is the same as being good to me. My sister holds a very important place in your heart, which means I am very important to you."

Qin Yuhe: "We do indeed share a common goal..."

He took Song Xinya's hand: "Protect my wife."

Song Xinya's inner compass shifted another inch.

A youthful, innocent voice rang out as Qin Yuyan asked, "Then who will protect me?"

Qin Yuhe: "Women should be self-reliant."

Qin Yuyan: "Then why doesn't my sister-in-law believe that women should be strong?"

Qin Yuhe: "Have some self-awareness, kid. Can you compare to your sister-in-law?"

Qin Yuyan thought for a moment and replied, "You all go protect my sister-in-law. I don't mind, because my sister-in-law will protect me, haha."

She gestured with her chin towards Song Xinya: "Sister-in-law, you'll protect me, right?"

Song Xinya: Yes.

Qin Yuyan felt a surge of joy in her heart.

Song Tingye picked up his chopsticks, tapped the rim of his bowl, and reached out to Qin Yuhe: "Brother-in-law, hurry up and give me and the little princess the steamed buns for tonight. I've already prepared the dishes, and we're just waiting to eat the steamed buns with the dishes."

Qin Yuhe walked to the dining table and glanced at it: "Your lives are getting better. You're eating four dishes and a soup now: stir-fried wild vegetables, steamed wild vegetables, pan-fried wild vegetables, cold wild vegetable salad, and wild vegetable soup."

Song Xinya: "Purely natural, no additives, isn't this the organic and green food that modern people are pursuing?"

Song Tingye, the clever little devil, quickly said, "Sister, give me two pounds of beef, and I'll give you all the organic and green food on this table."

A servant came over with a bowl of steamed buns. Qin Yuhe picked one up and stuffed it into Song Tingye's mouth.

"Hurry up and eat your cornbread with the vegetables."

Qin Yuhe led Song Xinya to another dining table, where a servant brought out the prepared food.

Braised shark fin, rock sugar snow fungus, braised sea cucumber with scallions, abalone and chicken wing stew, sea cucumber, morel and chicken soup.

It stands in stark contrast to the stir-fried, steamed, pan-fried, cold-dressed, and soupy wild vegetables on the next table.

Why is there such a big difference when it's just eating?

Enraged, Song Tingye opened his mouth and took a big bite of the cornbread.

Good heavens, is it really necessary to give such a tragic storyline to an NPC like him?

Slurp, slurp, slurp, Song Tingye drank three more big bowls of wild vegetable soup!