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

Song Xinya was taken by Qin Yuhe to the Dior boutique in SKP.

The moment the shop assistant saw Qin Yuhe, his eyes were filled with the excitement of seeing a god of wealth.

The usually aloof saleswomen at luxury goods stores are now all smiles and fawning.

"Mr. Qin, you've arrived. Please come in."

Standing next to Qin Yuhe, Song Xinya was also surrounded by meticulous and thoughtful service.

The shop assistant pushed over a row of clothes.

Song Xinya discovered that all of these clothes were Dior's latest designs this year.

She had seen it on television during the spring press conference.

Each item was so expensive that it cost her a year's salary.

Qin Yuhe: "Go try them on, take whichever one you like, and if you like them all, buy them all."

Song Xinya chose a black sleeveless dress with a three-dimensional cut and a silk and wool fabric, which has a unique crisp and smooth drape.

A very classic style, understated yet luxurious, elegant and appropriate, no one can find fault with it.

When Song Xinya came out after changing her clothes, all the saleswomen exclaimed in admiration.

Song Xinya knew that these people's reactions shouldn't be taken seriously. In order to sell the products, even if someone was so ugly that they were outraged by gods, they could still praise you as being as beautiful as a fairy.

She looked at Qin Yuhe.

"This one will do," Qin Yuhe said, his gaze lingering on her. "You look beautiful in it."

Song Xinya did not take off her clothes.

Qin Yuhe looked around the store, picked up a black women's belt with a round buckle, and walked over to Song Xinya.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, his fingers tracing her side as he fastened her belt.

He was very close to her, his head lowered, his breath brushing against her cheek, his long, beautiful fingers occasionally touching her lower abdomen.

Song Xinya's heart was beating a little fast. She lifted her eyelids and looked at him with her bright, watery eyes, her gaze falling from his long, straight eyelashes to his lips.

His lips were thin with a clean, distinct lip line, a deep, rich red color, and a delicate, smoothly curved cupid's bow. They were smooth, moist, and looked very alluring.

Well, to put it simply—

They look very approachable.

A soft click echoed in the air as he fastened her belt.

Song Xinya's wandering thoughts were pulled back, and she realized with a start what she had been thinking. She had been staring at his lips and thought they were very kissable.

What is she doing...?

Are you craving it?

After helping Song Xinya fasten her belt, Qin Yuhe gripped her waist with both hands, exerted force, and took a step back.

His gaze swept over her, "Adding a belt definitely makes her look prettier."

Looking at herself in the mirror, Song Xinya noticed that the belt accentuated her waistline, making her legs appear longer and her proportions more prominent.

She agreed with his aesthetic sense.

Qin Yuhe asked, "Since we're here, let's see if there's anything else we like. We can pick out a few more clothes or bags."

Song Xinya said, "No need."

Gift-giving is about reciprocity; if he gives her a gift, she will naturally reciprocate.

Although Qin Yuhe didn't ask her to do this, she still wanted to express her feelings.

Seeing that she said no without hesitation, Qin Yuhe glanced at her, said nothing more, turned around, and went to swipe his card to pay the bill.

Song Xinya followed Qin Yuhe out of Dior, and Qin Yuhe carried the clothes she had changed out of earlier for her.

The moment the two walked out, Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying came over from behind.

"Mom, look, isn't that Qin Yuhe over there?"

Li Cuirou: "I've only seen President Qin in photos, I've never met him in person, so I don't recognize him."

Zhang Yingying released her grip on Li Cuirou's arm, ran in her high heels to the Dior store clerk, and pointed to the tall, distinguished-looking man in front of her.

"I'm Qin Yuhe's good friend. Is that man Qin Yuhe?"

Shop assistant: "Since you're his good friend, why don't you just ask him directly?"

Zhang Yingying was taken aback: "I asked you what's wrong, that's not okay."

Shop assistant: "Miss, we need to protect our customers' privacy, so we can't comment."

Zhang Yingying glared at the shop assistant: "She's just a clothes seller, what's with all the high and mighty attitude?"

She returned to Li Cuirou's side in her high heels: "Mom, the shop assistant didn't deny it just now, that man is President Qin."

Li Cuirou sized up the woman beside Qin Yuhe and asked worriedly, "Who is that woman next to President Qin? Could she be his girlfriend?"

Zhang Yingying said firmly, "Impossible!"

Li Cuirou asked, "How do you know it's impossible?"

Zhang Yingying was speechless when asked the question.

Li Cuirou stared at the tall and graceful figure next to Qin Yuhe, frowning as she pondered, "I feel like I know this girl very well, like I've met her before."

Zhang Yingying felt the same way.

Ahead, Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe walked out of the mall and turned to one side.

Li Cuirou saw Song Xinya's profile and exclaimed, "It's the woman who was shopping with Tiantian the other day!"

Zhang Yingying looked over and exclaimed, "It really is her!"

The mother and daughter were immediately filled with panic.

The woman they had seen was exceptionally beautiful, stunningly gorgeous, and breathtakingly radiant.

With such a top-tier beauty by Qin Yuhe's side, wouldn't she steal his soul?

By then, Zhang Yingying would no longer have the chance to marry Qin Yuhe and become a wealthy young lady.

Zhang Yingying panicked: "Mom, which wealthy family does this woman belong to? She wants to take Qin Yuhe from me."

Li Cuirou raised her phone and took a picture of Song Xinya: "I'll ask in the high-society ladies' group right now."

The photo was posted in a group chat for wealthy women, but no one in the group recognized it.

Even the social circle of wealthy women is divided into different tiers. People like Li Cuirou, who belong to the elite Qin family, are not qualified to enter the elite social circle.

When Li Cuirou saw that everyone in the group said they didn't know him, her heart skipped a beat.

This is incredible! This tall and beautiful woman must come from a very powerful family, which is why they don't recognize her.

.........

Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe arrived at the Qin family's old house.

What comes into view is a magnificent Chinese-style building with high walls and gates, upturned eaves, and walls of a simple and heavy bluish-gray color, giving off a sense of majesty and oppression unique to Chinese architecture.

When Song Xinya got out of the car, she saw an old lady standing in the middle of the gate.

She wore a dark green cheongsam that exuded elegance and nobility, with a pearl necklace around her neck as lustrous as moonlight, and her full head of white hair was styled into an elegant bun at the back of her head.

Although she is nearly eighty years old, she still wears exquisite makeup.

Song Xinya vaguely guessed the old lady's identity.

Qin Yuhe withdrew his hand from the car and helped Song Xinya close the car door.

He turned around and looked at the old woman in the center of the gate: "Grandma."

Grandma Qin kept her eyes on Song Xinya: "Hey, you're here."

It would be a lie to say I wasn't nervous at all when meeting the man's parents for the first time.

When Song Xinya felt a little awkward and at a loss, her hand was grasped by Qin Yuhe's large hand.

He took her hand, his slender fingers interlacing with hers, their fingers interlocking to form a taut knot.

His body temperature was slightly elevated, his palms were dry and hot, and the thin calluses on them had a slightly rough texture, rubbing against her delicate skin.

Fingers intertwined, warmth shared.

Song Xinya was no longer nervous.

Qin Yuhe led her to Old Madam Qin and introduced her, "Grandma, this is my wife, Song Xinya."

Grandma Qin, with a kind and smiling face, took Song Xinya's hand and said, "Ya Ya, hello. From now on, we're family."

Since her mother passed away and her grandmother suffered a mental breakdown and was admitted to a nursing home, Song Xinya has never enjoyed the love and care of her elders again.

Faced with the kindness offered by Old Mrs. Qin, Song Xinya's eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

She obediently replied, "Yes, we're family."

Grandma Qin took Song Xinya's other hand and walked into the yard: "Young people digest quickly, you must be hungry at this hour, come home and eat."

Qin Yuhe held Song Xinya's hand, their fingers intertwined, and never let go.

Song Xinya entered the Qin family compound and found it filled with members of the Qin clan.

A husband's attitude toward his wife determines how those around him perceive her.

When the members of the Qin family saw Qin Yuhe and Song Xinya holding hands, they knew how much Qin Yuhe cared about this woman, and their eyes were naturally filled with awe when they looked at Song Xinya.

Song Xinya sat at the table in the center of the hall with Qin Yuhe and Old Mrs. Qin in between.

She glanced at the dishes on the table. Among the delicacies, several dishes stood out and were placed near Qin Yuhe.

Stewed mutton, steamed oysters, stir-fried eggs with chives, boiled okra, and ox penis soup.

The intention was too obvious; it was clearly meant to help Qin Yuhe strengthen his kidneys.

It will motivate him even more!