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

"Mr. Qin!"

An unexpected surprise struck her heart, and Song Xinya's eyes shone like falling stars.

"You're back!"

As Qin Yuhe withdrew his hand, the moment he looked at Song Xinya, the icy coldness in his eyes vanished, replaced by a gentle light in his dark pupils.

"I'm back, are you happy?"

Song Xinya: "I'm so happy! My mood is like a phone that's just been fully charged—completely charged!"

She ran towards him, stepping over the unconscious human remains on the ground, her soft, willow-like fingers grasping his warm palm, examining it thoroughly.

"Is your hand injured?"

Qin Yuhe: "I'm not the crispy part of the multigrain pancake; I don't have that crispy crust."

Song Xinya: "You are like a piece of stainless steel, forged and tempered, forever strong."

Qin Yuhe: "This is the first time I've heard someone describe their husband as being made of stainless steel."

Comparing President Qin to stainless steel seems unworthy of his stature.

Song Xinya changed her tune, saying, "You are like a diamond, which will always shine even after weathering storms."

Qin Yuhe's gaze fell on her lips. They were full and smooth, with a bright and even red color, a clear and lustrous sheen, and naturally upturned corners with a gentle curve.

His gaze lingered on her lips.

Starting from one corner of the lip, slowly move to the center of the lip, then slide to the other corner of the lip.

Song Xinya noticed his gaze fixed on her lips and squeezed his palm hard with her fingers.

His gaze remained fixed on the spot.

Song Xinya turned around and looked at the person on the ground: "How is he?"

Qin Yuhe: "He won't die, he's just temporarily unconscious and won't wake up for a while."

He said in a calm voice, "My legal team will prosecute him for intentional homicide and bring him to the most severe punishment within the bounds of the law."

Grandma panicked, not because she felt sorry for her gambler son, but because she was worried: "If he's convicted of intentional homicide, our Yiyi will become the child of a murderer. She'll be pointed at and talked about for the rest of her life, she'll never be able to hold her head up high, and she'll be discriminated against!"

Who would be friends with the daughter of a murderer?

Which company would hire the daughter of a murderer as an employee?

Forget about taking civil service exams or applying for government jobs.

Now, Jian Yiyi and Jian Shuibing are on the same household registration book; he is her father.

Song Xinya looked at Jian Yiyi and saw fear on the girl's fair face.

She walked over to Jian Yiyi, took Jian Yiyi's hands in hers, and found that Jian Yiyi's hands were ice cold.

For a seventeen-year-old, failing an exam can be a heavy burden, let alone having a father who is a murderer.

Having a father who is a murderer is something that would frighten anyone.

Song Xinya understood Jian Yiyi and gently comforted her, "Yiyi, don't worry, I will never do anything to hurt you."

She placed the money she had just taken from Jian Shuibing's pocket into Jian Yiyi's hand: "This is your tuition fee. Make sure you keep it safe and don't let that man find it again."

Jian Yi glanced down at the wad of money and pushed it back into Song Xinya's hand: "Teacher Song, no matter where I put the money in this house, he'll find it. Could you please keep it for me for now?"

This money was all her possessions, and she entrusted all her money to Song Xinya for safekeeping.

Although she hadn't known Song Xinya for long and hadn't met her many times, she still trusted Song Xinya.

"Okay," Song Xinya naturally couldn't refuse her, "I'll keep it for you."

Song Xinya hugged Jian Yiyi and patted her back to comfort her.

Song Xinya ran her fingers through Jian Yiyi's hair and, seemingly unintentionally, gave it a sharp tug.

A single hair with its follicle still attached fell into Song Xinya's palm.

She clutched the biological sample tightly.

"Yi Yi, Jian Shuibing won't wake up for a while, so don't be afraid today. I have some things to do and need to leave first."

Jian Yi released her grip on Song Xinya's hand: "Okay, Teacher Song, you can go ahead and get back to work."

Song Xinya had never clenched her fist so tightly before. The hair was very light, but it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds to her.

As she stepped out of the Jian family's front door, she immediately took out a small plastic resealable bag from her bag, put the hair with the follicle inside, and sealed it.

"What are you doing?" Qin Yuhe stood opposite her, watching her actions.

Song Xinya: "I want to do a paternity test."

She researched the information and found that siblings can also undergo paternity tests to determine whether they are related by blood.

Qin Yuhe: "You suspect that Jian Yiyi is your missing sister, Song Tingyou?"

Song Xinya: "Yes, that's exactly what I suspect."

She said eagerly and with great anticipation, "Tomorrow I will find an institution that can do paternity tests and get them done."

The reason I'm not doing it today is because it's already after get off work hours.

Qin Yuhe: "I'll arrange the paternity test; we'll do it today."

Song Xinya asked in surprise, "Today?"

Qin Yuhe took out his phone and started contacting a genetic testing agency: "I once said I would help you find your sister, and at this crucial moment, I will definitely help you."

Qin Yuhe made a phone call, and what was supposed to be done tomorrow was done in half an hour. Two people in white coats arrived, bowed respectfully, and took Song Xinya's sample with both hands.

Song Xinya fully recognized the charm of older men and their strong problem-solving abilities.

Inside the Rolls-Royce, she leaned closer to him, her fair cheek resting against his chest, her arms wrapped around his lean waist.

"Thank you, Mr. Qin."

Qin Yuhe's profile was pressed against the top of her head, his arm around her slender waist, pulling her even closer into his embrace.

"You're welcome, Mrs. Qin."

Song Xinya nestled in his arms, feeling his body temperature on her cheek, listening to his vigorous and rhythmic heartbeat, and inhaling his clear and intense masculine scent.

"By the way, Mr. Qin, why did you suddenly return from Shanghai?"

Qin Yuhe: "I came back from Shanghai today specifically for one purpose..."

There is only one purpose...

Then this goal must be very important.

It's definitely worth hundreds of billions.

Song Xinya straightened up from his embrace, looked at him with a serious expression, and listened attentively.

Qin Yuhe looked into her eyes and spoke, his voice burning: "I came back from Shanghai today specifically to help you with your physical needs."