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

As if solving a math problem, Song Xinya racked her brains but couldn't come up with the answer. Qin Yuhe came out and placed the answer in her palm.

"She's really too charming," Jin Ruizhi murmured in admiration.

He saw the charm of a mature man in Qin Yuhe: a perpetually strong mindset, a perpetually calm and composed demeanor, and a perpetual ability to solve problems.

The seventeen-year-old boy looked at Qin Yuhe with admiration in his eyes.

Qin Yuhe calmly stated the investigation results: "Jian Shuibing kidnapped Jian Yiyi and took her back to his hometown, Bilao Mountain."

Jian Shuibing's hometown is in a remote, secluded mountain valley.

To what extent is it biased?

Baidu Maps cannot find the road leading to their village.

There is no airport and no high-speed rail.

You need to take a train first, then a car, and then a tractor.

Then we walked over another mountain.

Jin Ruizhi: "Then let's hurry over to Jian Shuibing's hometown!"

Song Xinya looked at his arm wrapped in gauze: "I'll go with President Qin, you stay in Beijing."

Jin Ruizhi: "No, I have to go. I can help you in some way."

Song Xinya: "Are you helping or making things worse? You're a grown adult, you should know better. If you come along, we'll have to take care of you, the patient."

Jin Ruizhi is also stubborn by nature: "I injured my arm, not my leg. I can take care of myself and walk on my own. I don't need you to take care of me."

Song Xinya: "You've lost so much blood, your lips are as white as if they've been covered in chalk. If you keep following us over mountains and valleys, don't let yourself end up walking into the King of Hell's house."

Song Xinya's word was law: "You'll stay in Beijing, that's settled."

She and Qin Yuhe immediately went to Jian Shuibing's hometown, a small village in Bilao Mountain.

On the crowded train, the smell of instant noodles mixed with the aroma of ham sausage filled the air.

The train conductor pushed a cart down the aisle and shouted, "Beer, soft drinks, mineral water, peanuts, melon seeds, eight-treasure porridge, come on, move your legs a little closer."

Qin Yuhe, dressed in a bespoke suit and tie, sat on an old, worn-out chair.

The seat was designed at a 90-degree angle, making the space cramped and confined, and his long legs were cramped and curled up in discomfort.

The two big men sitting across from me were slurping down instant noodles: pickled cabbage, spicy beef, spicy hot pot noodles, and super fragrant cilantro noodles.

After finishing the instant noodles, an even more amazing scene unfolded: the two grown men pulled out scallions and pancakes from their bags and started eating the pancakes rolled with scallions.

The smell of instant noodles hadn't dissipated yet, and now the smell of scallions filled the air.

Song Xinya was really worried. The next second, the two people unzipped the woven bag and took out a head of garlic.

The air smelled pungent, and the two of them had been on the train for a long time. The seats were rock hard, and Song Xinya felt like her butt was about to break.

Looking at Qin Yuhe's long legs that were still curled up, she said to him, "Go stand by the door for a while."

The two people stood in front of the car door, looking out the window.

Although the aisle near the door was not large, it was the most spacious area in the entire carriage.

Song Xinya looked at Qin Yuhe apologetically and said, "Time was too tight, so we only had hard seats available. I'm sorry to make you suffer with me."

Qin Yuhe looked back at her and asked, "Do you think this is suffering?"

Song Xinya: "I don't think so, because the thought of finding my sister fills me with anticipation and hope, and I feel excited and happy."

Qin Yuhe: "I don't feel like I'm suffering, because I'm accompanying my wife and doing something very meaningful. My wife is happy, and that makes me happy."

Song Xinya smiled shyly, her lips pursed, and looked out the window.

Qin Yuhe wrapped his arms around her back and hugged her from behind.

Song Xinya looked around, then tilted her head back, gazing at him with her shimmering eyes: "Someone will see us."

Qin Yuhe: "Are you shy just because it's a hug?"

Song Xinya gave a soft "hmm".

Qin Yuhe lowered his head, pressed his thin lips against hers, and kissed her deeply.

"So, are you even more shy now?"

Song Xinya blushed and glared at him reproachfully.

Qin Yuhe: "Do you know any of these people coming and going?"

Song Xinya: "I don't know him."

Qin Yuhe: "Why care about the opinions of people you'll never see again after just one meeting?"

Song Xinya: "Hugging and kissing in public is considered impolite."

Qin Yuhe: "I won't kiss you anymore, I'll just hug you."

Song Xinya: "You can't hug me."

Qin Yuhe: "I want a hug."

Song Xinya: "No."

Qin Yuhe: "Then let's kiss and hug."

Song Xinya smiled, moved her cheek close to his, and rubbed against his chest like a kitten, letting him hold her.

The two of them looked out the car window together.

As the train traveled further, the city's vibrancy and liveliness became increasingly scarce, and the landscape along the way became more and more desolate and remote, with only high mountains and vegetation as companions.

Qin Yuhe: "Have you ever been to a place like this before?"

Song Xinya: "No."

Qin Yuhe: "Do you often go hiking?"

Song Xinya: "With such a busy work schedule, how can I have time to go hiking? On Saturdays and Sundays, I wish I could just lie in bed 24 hours a day."

Qin Yuhe: "If you can't climb the mountain later, I'll carry you."

Seeing his particularly confident demeanor, Song Xinya asked, "Do you often go hiking?"

Qin Yuhe: "Not often."

Song Xinya: "Then why are you so confident?"

Qin Yuhe: "Judging from our performance in bed, you, who faints at the drop of a hat, are obviously not as strong as me."

Song Xinya: "..." Why bring this up all of a sudden?

However, he wasn't wrong.

The sound of wheels rolling over the ground filled the air, followed by the train conductor's hawking: "Beer, drinks, mineral water, peanuts, melon seeds, eight-treasure porridge~"

Song Xinya glanced at the eight-treasure porridge out of the corner of her eye.

Qin Yuhe: "Wait."

He strode after the train conductor and returned to her side, carrying a bag of eight-treasure porridge.

Qin Yuhe said cheerfully, "I bought all the eight-treasure porridge."

Song Xinya: "Why did you buy so much?"

Qin Yuhe: "You can have it all."

He opened a box, scooped out a spoonful, and fed it to her lips.

Song Xinya opened her lips and took it in, the sweet and smooth taste spreading across her tongue: "It tastes like when I was a child."

She asked him, "Did you eat Yinlu Eight Treasure Porridge when you were a child?"

Qin Yuhe: "No."

Song Xinya: "Want to try some?"

Qin Yuhe opened another can of eight-treasure porridge and put it in her hand: "You feed me."

Song Xinya scooped up a spoonful and fed it to him. The porridge on the spoon got on his lips, and she gently wiped it off with her fingers.

The two people stood facing each other, each holding a can of eight-treasure porridge, feeding each other.

Inside the carriage, in a corner, a person wearing a black hat, black mask, and black glasses looked at Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe.

He peeked around furtively, like a thief, afraid of being found by Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe...