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

After the car reached the end of the road, there was still a mountain road to travel to reach Jian Shuibing's home.

The mountain road was soaked by the rain and became soft and muddy, making it difficult to walk. As soon as you stepped on it, mud instantly covered your shoes.

On such muddy and rugged mountain roads, ordinary cars would get stuck in the mud.

Tractors that usually look incredibly outdated can actually travel stably on such roads thanks to their powerful engines and off-road capabilities.

Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe got out of the car and saw a row of tractors parked by the roadside.

The reason it wasn't one vehicle was because a group of "human scoundrels" were also going into the mountains to search for their younger sister, Jian Yiyi.

The tractor does not have a rear basket, and the driver's seat can accommodate two people.

Song Xinya turned to look at Qin Yuhe—

President Qin has a face that looks like he can't drive a tractor.

The man with the slickest slicked-back hair walked over: "Mr. Qin, Mrs. Qin, I know you can't drive a tractor, but that's alright, we can all drive them, we'll take you."

Song Xinya: "No need, I can drive a tractor, I'll take President Qin with me."

Qin Yuhe looked at Song Xinya in surprise, his eyes saying: You can actually drive a tractor!

Song Xinya looked into his eyes and said, "My maternal grandmother used to live in the countryside. She had a tractor, and I learned to drive it from her."

"You have a sports car to show off, I have a tractor to get rich."

Qin Yuhe: "It's really rare to see someone who can drive a tractor these days. Teacher Song is very talented."

Song Xinya: "You've learned something new, haven't you, you city bumpkin?"

Qin Yuhe: "..."

Song Xinya lifted her long leg, stepped onto the tractor, gripped the steering wheel, and gestured with her chin toward Qin Yuhe.

"Mr. Qin, get in the car, I'll take you for a ride on a tractor."

Qin Yuhe didn't move: "Say it again."

Song Xinya: "Brother, get in the car, your little sister will take you for a ride on the tractor."

Qin Yuhe lifted his foot, dressed in a suit and tie, and sat on the tractor.

Thump thump thump thump thump—

The tractor starts.

With an extremely loud roar, the tractor roared along the mountain road.

Riding a tractor is certainly not as comfortable as riding in a Rolls-Royce. Tractors have no shock absorption, the road is full of potholes, the vehicle bounces constantly, and the rider bounces along with it.

His buttocks lifted up, then slammed down hard.

After sitting for a short while, my entire buttocks felt numb.

Qin Yuhe had never ridden in such a bumpy car in his life.

He turned to look at Song Xinya and saw that she had a calm expression and did not show any discomfort.

His wife's backside had been used to driving tractors and carrying hemp.

She drove the tractor with great flair, easily navigating a ditch half a meter deep.

The tractor felt like a tank, sweeping everything away.

The air was filled with the smell of earth, which was very pleasant.

A meter-deep ditch appeared ahead. Qin Yuhe asked, "Stop and discuss with the people behind you how to cross."

Song Xinya replied decisively: "No need."

With a burst of acceleration, the tractor-trailer sped off.

Qin Yuhe followed and flew away.

The moment my butt landed heavily on the tractor, it was truly like a toad climbing a pepper tree—my hooves and claws went completely numb.

Qin Yuhe felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

Looking at Song Xinya again, she was still enjoying herself, driving the tractor with a dashing air.

Qin Yuhe: "Mrs. Qin, let me give you a nickname."

Song Xinya: "What's your nickname?"

Qin Yuhe: "Dian Dian"

Song Xinya: "Mr. Qin, thank you for recognizing my driving skills."

Qin Yuhe: "You're welcome, Song Dianya."

The car arrived at the foot of Mount Bilao.

Qin Yuhe immediately jumped off the tractor; to linger even a second longer would be disrespectful to his backside.

For Mr. Qin, mountain climbing is no longer a burden, but a relief.

Everyone got off the tractor and began climbing Bilao Mountain.

Considering that Song Xinya was a girl, the slick-haired manager asked Qin Yuhe, "Mr. Qin, should we help Mrs. Qin climb the mountain?"

Qin Yuhe: "No need."

The slick-haired manager said, "Mr. Qin, you don't need to be so polite with us. We don't mind being tired."

Qin Yuhe: "What I care about is that I don't want anyone else touching my wife, understand?"

Such direct words, it would be foolish not to understand. The slick-haired manager nodded vigorously: "I understand, I understand."

Qin Yuhe: "I walked in front, checking the solidity of the path with each step to prevent landslides and falls."

In essence, he risked his life; if a landslide occurred on the mountain path beneath his feet, he would fall down first to warn her and prevent her from falling.

Song Xinya asked worriedly, "What if you fall?"

Qin Yuhe said confidently, "I won't fall."

Song Xinya: "Why?"

Qin Yuhe: "My wife will protect me."

Song Xinya was taken aback for a moment, a hint of shyness in her upturned lips: "How can I possibly bless you?"

Qin Yuhe: "My wife is a fairy."

Song Xinya's heart was melted and softened.

He walked ahead to clear the way, and she followed closely behind him.

Bright light streamed down from the sky, his white shirt was neat and elegant, and his tall figure was like a wall that could shelter people from the wind and rain, making people feel at ease.

On the way, Qin Yuhe kept telling Song Xinya, "If you get tired, just tell me."

Time slips away like sand through an hourglass; the sunlight changes from bright to soft, then to a golden yellow with orange hues, and finally to a hazy gray.

Song Xinya followed Qin Yuhe from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, and from the mountainside to the summit.

She didn't say a word about being tired.

As she descended from the mountaintop, after passing a rather steep downhill section, Song Xinya's tired legs lost their flexibility, her feet slipped, and she lost control of her body, lurching forward.

"ah--"

Less than two seconds after the sound of her voice, Qin Yuhe reached out and grabbed her, pulling her into his arms.

Song Xinya was filled with lingering fear and hugged him tightly.

If he hadn't pulled her in time, she would have rolled down the mountainside and suffered a laceration.

Qin Yuhe held her tightly with one arm and patted her back gently with the other: "It's alright, I'm here."

Song Xinya calmed herself in his arms and took a deep breath: "Let's keep going."

Qin Yuhe took off his suit jacket and tied it around her waist.

He turned around, stood with his back to her, squatted down, grabbed her thighs with both hands, and lifted her up onto his back.

"I'll carry you down the mountain."

Song Xinya: "No, it's too dangerous to carry someone down the mountain."

Qin Yuhe: "What's difficult for other men is like walking on flat ground for me."

His words were a domineering yet gentle tone: "Don't say you won't let me carry you. As long as I'm here, I won't allow any accidents to happen to you."

Song Xinya lay on his back, her arms wrapped around his neck.

He carried her down the mountain, step by step, very steadily.

The sunlight faded from dim to completely disappear, and the moon rose, its clear, watery light bathing the two of them.

Under the bright moonlight, the two figures intertwined, their shadows cast on the ground elongated.

He walked steadily down the mountain, his feet treading on the moonlight, carrying her on his back, as if he could walk to the end of time.

Song Xinya said she could go down and walk by herself.

Qin Yuhe looked at her bluish ankle and said no.

He carried her on his back for a full four hours, from the mountaintop to the foot of the mountain.