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

That day, a psychiatrist gave my grandmother a one-hour psychotherapy session.

Afterwards, Qin Yuhe inquired about his grandmother's condition: "What are the chances of her recovering to normal?"

The expert replied, "The patient has a lot of emotional issues, and based on the current situation, there is only a 40% chance of recovery."

The expert added, "Mental illness requires mental medicine, and the one who tied the knot must untie it. The grandmother's heartache is her missing child. If that child can be found, the patient's mental illness will naturally be cured."

Qin Yuhe turned to look at Song Xinya: "That child..."

Song Xinya: "She is my younger sister, Song Tingyou. She and Xiaoye are twins. When she was little, she went out to play with my grandmother and got lost. If she were still alive, she would be seventeen years old this year and would be a senior in high school when school starts this summer."

"I've been looking for my sister ever since she went missing. I've hired many private investigators, but I still haven't found her."

This country has 1.4 billion people; finding one person in such a vast sea of ​​people is like finding a needle in a haystack.

Moreover, my sister might not even be in this country; she might have been trafficked abroad, or perhaps she's already...

Song Xinya dared not think any further.

The mere thought of the most tragic scenario sent a chill down her spine, as if a thousand icicles were piercing her heart at once.

When Song Xinya felt icy cold all over, Qin Yuhe held her hands in his. His warm body temperature seeped through her skin and into her body, like a continuous warm current, flowing all the way to her heart.

He looked at her and said, "Mrs. Qin, I will help you find your sister."

Song Xinya's nose suddenly stung, and her eyes reddened.

She lowered her eyes to hide her emotions, her thick, long eyelashes obscuring her reddened pupils.

She doesn't like to show her vulnerability to others, nor is she used to crying in front of others.

After her mother passed away, she was wronged outside and cried in front of her father, Song Xuanli. Her father looked at her with cold eyes full of disdain: "Are you blind or what? If someone bullies you, you should bully them back. You are weak and incompetent, and you still have the nerve to cry in front of me. You are a disgrace to me. Get out."

From then on, Song Xinya never cried in front of Song Xuanli again.

Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying felt even happier seeing Song Xinya sad.

Song Xinya's upbringing has made her accustomed to wearing a strong mask to protect herself. Sometimes, she wears the mask for so long that she forgets that she also needs care and protection.

This also means that when she is faced with other people's kindness, her first reaction is not happiness, but helplessness, not knowing how to react.

Qin Yuhe placed his warm palm on the back of Song Xinya's head and pulled her into his arms.

He gently patted her back with his other hand, his palm carrying a gentle warmth that dispelled her helplessness and chill, soothing her body and mind.

"Mrs. Qin, you have me now."

Song Xinya wanted to hug him, and she did, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Her fair arms wrapped around his waist, her soft fingers naturally encircling his lower back.

She was so soft that when she pressed against him, he couldn't feel her bones at all.

Her face was pressed against his chest, her warm breath hitting his chest like a feather tickling him, sending waves of tingling sensation through him.

Qin Yuhe felt that Song Xinya was like a soft, fragrant rose, her body made of rose petals, and even her bones felt soft and yielding.

She truly deserves the description of being delicate and supple.

Every time he held her, he would have such profound feelings.

After composing herself, Song Xinya pressed her cheek against his chest and asked, "Mr. Qin, why have you done so much for me?"

A vague sense of anticipation swept through my mind.

Even if a woman's marriage partner is someone she's been dating for several years, he might not necessarily be willing to do so much for her.

Qin Yuhe: "One of the obligations of a couple is the obligation to assist each other. As my wife, if you encounter difficulties, I think I should help you."

If he doesn't help her, who will?

As for her father, Qin Yuhe could tell that his influence was negligible, essentially worthless.

The vague expectation, like a burst soap bubble, left a sticky, damp feeling in Song Xinya's heart.

She didn't hear the answer she most wanted to hear.

But it doesn't seem to matter.

She said to him, "Mr. Qin, you are a very good marriage prospect."

Qin Yuhe took this as a compliment and replied, "You too."

The corridor was long and narrow, the clean floor reflecting dappled light and shadow as the two embraced each other.

Song Xinya's back view is beautiful. Her light yellow shirt is tucked into her tight jeans, revealing her slim waist and round, full hips. She is tall and curvaceous.

Both Qin Yuhe and she are tall and have long legs, and they are both very good-looking. The sight of the two of them hugging is very pleasing to the eye.

This pleasing scene didn't last long; Qin Yuhe's phone rang.

A government official's secretary called, urging him to return for a joint government-business meeting.

Qin Yuhe was not going to stay any longer and said, "I have work to take care of."

Song Xinya didn't say anything to keep him. She released her grip on his waist, took a step back, and waved to him, "Goodbye, President Qin."

The way she called him "President Qin" made it sound like he was her boss.

Qin Yuhe: "Contact me by phone if anything comes up."

Song Xinya: "Okay, President Qin."

Qin Yuhe gave Song Xinya a deep look: "Hmm..."

The moment his tall figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, Song Xinya saw him raise his phone and make a call: "Help me find someone, Song Tingyou, seventeen years old..."

He said he would help her find her sister, and he did it immediately.

Even if he doesn't love her, living a life of mutual respect and courtesy seems... not bad, right?

is it?

.........

At noon, Song Xinya received a phone call.

"Hello, is this Ms. Song Xinya?"

"it's me."

"Hello, Ms. Song, this is an education technology company under the Qin Group. You submitted a resume to us previously. Would you be available for an interview this afternoon?"

A look of delight appeared in Song Xinya's eyes: "I'm free!"

The other party told her the interview location and room number.

After saying goodbye to her grandmother, Song Xinya led Song Tingye home.

She went upstairs, put on a light and fresh makeup, and changed into a formal outfit: a white shirt and black suit pants.

The burn on the instep hasn't healed yet, and wearing high heels makes it rub and hurt.

She wrapped the wound with a bandage several times, and when she put her foot back into her high heels, it didn't hurt as much.

Song Xinya walked out with her resume, not forgetting to drop into Song Tingye's room for a moment, and then there was her little brother.

"This afternoon, in addition to doing five sets of practice papers, you also need to practice your scribbles. Copy a hundred pages of calligraphy from a model."

Song Tingye spat out a mouthful of soda: "Sis, this isn't the way to raise kids. Writing a hundred pages of this is going to ruin my hand."

Song Xinya: "It's okay if you don't finish writing, I won't let you eat beef tonight."

Song Tingye: "No, I want to eat."

Song Xinya: "Five sets of test papers, plus 100 pages of calligraphy practice. If you don't finish them, forget about being a cow, you won't even get to eat cow feed."

Song Tingye: "Sis, I'm not threatening you, can you be nicer to your only brother? For example, can you find me some fun?"

Song Xinya: "Instead of practicing your terrible handwriting, you're looking for fun. Why don't you go find the Japanese?"

Song Tingye: "I don't seek out the Japanese devils, I only fight them."

Song Xinya: "This is no longer the era of hand-to-hand combat and bayonet fighting. Now it's all about high-tech information warfare, relying on satellites, drones, and real-time data links to fight. What's needed is brains and knowledge. If you want to fight the Japanese, study hard first and arm your mind before you talk."

Song Tingye: "Sis, you really know how to talk a good game, no wonder you're a lecturer."

Song Xinya: "Brother, thank you for the compliment. You're quite good at it too."

Song Tingye angrily picked up his pen and began practicing calligraphy: "I'll write! I have to write, even if it means eating beef!"

.........

Song Xinya arrived at the interview location.

The core business of the Qin Group is finance, while education and training are considered a peripheral part of the group.

She thought this subsidiary company would be relegated to some obscure corner, but to her surprise, it was located inside the Qin Group headquarters building.

If she succeeds in the interview, Qin Yuhe will not only be her boss, but the two of them will also work in the same building every day.

This means that the two of them will see each other every day.