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

Song Xinya's eyelashes drooped softly as she seriously considered the matter.

"Who is Qin Yuhe?" Grandma came out of the room and walked towards Song Xinya.

"Youyou, is Qin Yuhe your husband?"

"Grandma, what nonsense are you talking about?" Song Tingye chased after her from the room: "Qin Yuhe is not my brother-in-law, he is my sister's brother-in-law."

Grandma looked at Tiantian and said, "So Qin Yuhe is your husband."

Tian Tianquan: "No, no, no, I'm not good enough for you. Qin Yuhe wouldn't even look at me."

According to Song Xinya's standards, Qin Yuhe prefers glamorous beauties with big breasts, slim waists, and perky buttocks. Someone like her, with her elementary school student figure and breasts smaller than cherries, as flat as if they had been run over by a tractor, wouldn't catch the eye of the young master.

Grandma was confused by what the three young people were saying. Her already slowed brain became even more sluggish, like a rusty wheel that couldn't turn.

Who exactly is Qin Yuhe's husband?

Like a swallow circling in the air, this question kept swirling in Grandma's mind.

After Tian Tian left, Grandma looked at Song Xinya, finally came to her senses, and recognized Song Xinya: "Qin Yuhe is your husband."

Song Xinya: "Yes, Grandma."

Grandma peered towards the door: "What does your husband look like? Can I meet him?"

Song Tingye: "Sis, why don't you call your brother-in-law?"

Song Xinya checked the time; it was 4:30 PM, which was working hours.

Qin Yuhe didn't get back until the middle of the night, and he got up at six in the morning to go to work, which shows how busy he was.

Song Xinya looked up and saw her grandmother's expectant gaze, but she still didn't say the words of refusal.

"I'll send him a message first to ask."

She clicked on his profile picture and sent him two words: [Are you there?]

After sending the message, I felt it was too dry, so I pressed down on the words "Are you there?" to click "Cancel," but the other person replied with two words: "Not here."

Song Xinya pouted: [So who am I chatting with right now?]

Qin Yuhe: [A ghost?]

Song Xinya's smile curved even higher: [Are you busy right now?]

Qin Yuhe: [Busy]

His word "busy" left Song Xinya speechless, unsure how to continue.

He said he was busy, and she even asked him to visit her grandmother, which seemed a bit unreasonable.

Song Xinya turned off the screen and put down her phone.

Song Tingye: "Is my brother-in-law not coming?"

Song Xinya: "He's currently holding a joint meeting of government and business leaders; he's too busy."

Song Tingye: "The college entrance exam takers work from 6 am to 9 pm, and my brother-in-law works from 6 am to midnight. He's busier than the three high school students."

Song Xinya: "Where do you think we got the villa we live in and the luxury cars we drive?"

Song Tingye: "It was all earned by my brother-in-law through hard work."

When Grandma heard that Qin Yuhe was very busy, she stopped talking about wanting to see him.

At night, Song Xinya and Song Tingye slept on either side of their grandmother's bed.

Soon, Song Tingye fell asleep, his snoring so loudly it sounded like thunder.

My grandmother suffered from chronic insomnia. She would stay up until midnight, unable to fall asleep, then get up, stand by the window, and stare blankly at the moon in the sky.

Song Xinya walked over and draped the coat she was holding over her shoulders.

Grandma: "Today is the fifteenth, and the moon is especially round."

It symbolizes completeness and family reunion.

Song Xinya: "You're thinking about Youyou again."

Grandma: "I hope Youyou only meets good people, and I hope Youyou... is still alive."

A hot tear rolled down the old man's cheek and landed on Song Xinya's hand, burning her fingers.

"Grandma, what happened back then wasn't your fault. The ones who should be condemned are the human traffickers who did those bad things, not you, the victim. Grandma, all these years, Xiaoye and I have never blamed you. We've always loved you. You should also love yourself and stop blaming yourself, okay?"

Grandma understood the reasoning, but how could she not feel guilty when a little child happily went out to play with her and only came back alone?

Every night, in the stillness of the night, regret haunted her, and she didn't know how many pillowcases she had soaked with tears.

Song Xinya understood her grandmother's feelings and quietly stayed with her, wiping away her tears.

Gradually, Grandma stopped sobbing and held back her tears.

She didn't want to cry every time Song Xinya came over. Song Xinya was also her granddaughter, and she had already done so much for her. She shouldn't have to bear her negative emotions anymore. She wanted Song Xinya to live a good life.

My grandmother's mental state is not good, and sometimes she can't control her emotions.

Grandma walked to the table where the medicines were placed and picked up a few pills.

Song Xinya: "I remember you already took your medicine at dinner. Can you take it again?"

Grandma: "It's okay. The doctor said that when there are large emotional fluctuations, the dosage of medication can be increased."

After taking the medicine, Grandma's emotions gradually calmed down.

She asked with concern, "Ya Ya, is your husband good to you?"

How could it not be good? For someone who is short of money, Song Xinya said, "He gave me a lot of money."

Grandma: "Do you two have a good relationship?"

Song Xinya didn't know how to answer this question.

Qin Yuhe is no ordinary man; he is the head of a powerful and influential family. He bears not only his own wealth and glory but also the rise and fall of his entire family.

It seems he doesn't need love at all, only work.

Song Xinya: "Grandma, Quan Quan brought you some calming and sleep-inducing tea today. I'll go get some hot water and make you a cup."

She took the thermos and went out to the hot water room.

The thermos was placed under the tap, the switch was turned on, and boiling hot water gushed down, splashing onto her feet.

A sharp pain shot through her, and Song Xinya hurriedly dodged.

She looked down and saw that the instep of her foot was burned red.

The thermos was quickly filled with a rush of water, and boiling water gushed out.

As Song Xinya reached for the faucet, her slender wrist was grabbed by a large hand.

Her palms were dry and warm, the thin calluses of her hands carrying a rough, electric sensation as they pressed against her skin.

He pulled her back with the large hand that was holding her, and she moved away from the splashing water in front of her, half of her body crashing into the man's strong chest.

A deep, cool masculine aura enveloped her.

Song Xinya was shocked. She looked up and saw Qin Yuhe's face: "Mr. Qin."

A deep "hmm" escaped from her chest as she pressed herself against him, feeling the vibrations in his chest.

The side of her body pressed against his felt tingly and numb.

Qin Yuhe pulled her to stand behind him, walked over, and turned off the tap that was constantly gushing hot water.

The thermos was surrounded by boiling water, and he reached out to lift it.

Song Xinya looked on with concern and couldn't help but say, "Mr. Qin, be careful."

Qin Yuhe smiled faintly: "This is nothing, it won't hurt me."

He walked ahead carrying the thermos. Song Xinya looked down at her reddened instep and felt a burning pain.

Qin Yuhe turned to look at her: "Which room does Grandma stay in?"

Song Xinya raised her gaze from the instep: "The third room on the left."

Qin Yuhe didn't walk forward. Instead, he put the thermos aside and walked towards her, his gaze fixed on her scalded instep.

He frowned slightly: "Why didn't you say you scalded your foot with boiling water?"

Song Xinya: "This is such a small matter, it won't hurt me."

"Isn't she already injured?" He bent down and picked her up.

Her body was suspended in mid-air, and the arm that was holding her back was strong and powerful, his bulging muscles pressing against her, a little hard.

Qin Yuhe carried Song Xinya toward the dressing room, his steps hurried.

The sound of leather shoes clicking on the floor echoed in the quiet corridor, deep and resonant.

Song Xinya was placed on a chair, and Qin Yuhe squatted at her feet.

He reached out and took her foot.

Her toes curled up, and she pulled back slightly.

"There are doctors at the nursing home; let them help me."

Qin Yuhe rested one arm on his leg and looked up at her: "You don't trust me to handle this?"

Song Xinya: "No."

He was such a distinguished person, she was too embarrassed to let him squat down and touch her feet.

Song Xinya made up an excuse, saying, "I didn't wash my feet today."

"What does it matter?" Qin Yuhe grabbed her slender ankle with his fingers, held her foot in his hand, and pressed his hot palm tightly against the sole of her foot. With his other hand, he opened the burn ointment.

"Just wash your hands afterwards."

He gently applied the ointment to the back of her foot with his fingers, his long, straight eyelashes drooping, his expression serious.

"I think it's more important to treat your wound immediately than to worry about getting my hands dirty."