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

"Now?"

The man pressing down on her was strong, muscular, hot, and heavy with an irresistible force, trapping her firmly between the chair back and his chest.

His broad shoulders blocked the light coming through the windshield, making the bright car interior dim, and Qin Yuhe's unique scent enveloped her.

Song Xinya could clearly feel his pounding heartbeat and the rise and fall of his chest.

His movements were aggressive, like a male beast waiting for its chance to strike.

Although Song Xinya wasn't that open-minded, she would cooperate if he really wanted to be in the car.

Qin Yuhe grasped her arm and stroked it up and down.

"You don't want to be in the car?"

Song Xinya: "I... can accept being in the car."

Qin Yuhe chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest seeping through the thin fabric and onto her skin.

He could tell that she was usually quick-witted, bold, and brave, but when it came to private matters, she was conservative and easily embarrassed.

He pressed his body close to hers, his long, slender fingers stroking and teasing her delicate neck and arms.

His movements were slow and leisurely, without any particular urgency.

It's more like flirting.

Song Xinya wasn't quite sure if he really wanted to do it in the car right now.

As the phone notification sounded, Song Xinya reached out her arm, brushing against Qin Yuhe's waist, picked up the phone from the center console, and glanced at it.

Jiang Yaoxue: [Ya Ya, I'll be at Yan Yan's place in half an hour.]

Song Xinya checked the time; it would take twenty minutes to drive from here to Qin Yuyan's villa.

Qin Yuhe only had ten minutes left.

Ten minutes...

That's not even enough for him to do foreplay.

He always takes a long time for foreplay.

Song Xinya loosely wrapped her arms around his back, patted him gently, and asked, "Mr. Qin, if we want to finish quickly, can you finish in ten minutes?"

Qin Yuhe scoffed, "Mrs. Qin, are you looking down on me?"

Song Xinya: "...No, it's just that I'm in a really tight time. I made an appointment with my mom, and it would be impolite to be late."

Qin Yuhe grasped her arms with both hands, braced himself, moved away from her chest, sat back in the driver's seat, and straightened his back.

"Ten minutes isn't enough for me. I'll make up for it next time when I have more time."

The Rolls-Royce started, and Qin Yuhe looked ahead, focusing his thoughts on driving.

He felt a bit perverted. One second he said he didn't want to leave her with the impression that he only saw her to have sex, but the next second, as soon as she got close, he pressed down on her.

It's like having a split personality.

My self-control lately...

No, he's been lacking self-control lately.

Any man with ambition and aspirations will despise a lecherous man who only knows how to indulge in women.

A grown man should have ambitions beyond his hometown; how can he indulge in women every day?

Now, Qin Yuhe has gone from questioning lecherous people to somewhat understanding them.

Wonderful experiences are always captivating, making one want to do whatever they want.

Women are captivating.

Female beauty is alluring.

Song Xinya sat in the passenger seat, turning her head to look out the window, her face still flushed and radiant.

He pondered Qin Yuhe's words, deciding to make up for it next time when he had ample time.

She did nothing, and somehow, she ended up owing him a time in his car.

I received a debt notice even though I had never borrowed money.

I feel like I owe him a huge debt.

.........

The Rolls-Royce was parked in front of a luxurious detached villa.

Song Xinya stepped out of the car, her hair brushing lightly against the palm of Qin Yuhe's hand, which was resting on the car roof.

She got out of the car, and he withdrew his hand from the roof and closed the door.

The two walked together toward the villa entrance.

The summer sun shone down on the two of them, its golden rays enveloping their skin like a glamorous, dazzling shimmer.

She wore a red dress, the hem swaying in the breeze, while he wore a black suit and trousers, his casual style exuding a dashing and carefree air, his black suit trousers pressed perfectly straight.

Both of them are tall with long legs and excellent proportions. Their figures and temperaments exude a unique charm and allure characteristic of mature men and women.

Song Xinya looked up and saw Jiang Yaoxue standing in the villa's courtyard, carrying two beautifully packaged gift boxes, one pink and one red.

Upon seeing the English word BVLGARI on the gift box, Song Xinya recognized it as a luxury brand, Bulgari.

When Jiang Yaoxue saw Song Xinya, a kind smile appeared on her beautiful and ethereal face.

When Jiang Yaoxue saw Qin Yuhe next to Song Xinya, she was stunned with surprise.

She didn't expect Qin Yuhe to come.

The absence of so many years of companionship has resulted in a lack of affection between mother and child.

There is an unseen, deep chasm separating the mother and child.

Qin Yuhe is no longer the same person he was when Jiang Yaoxue left. The little boy who used to cling to her legs and cry, begging her not to leave, has long since become a mature man who can stand on his own.

Children are born with the instinct to love their mothers, without needing to be deliberately taught.

A mother's position and dependence in a child's heart is irreplaceable by anyone else.

Although 28 years have passed, Jiang Yaoxue clearly remembers that year, when Qin Yuhe was one year old, he contracted a virus, got sick and had a fever. His fair and tender little face turned red from the fever, and he wouldn't let anyone else hold him, only letting her hold him.

His little body nestled in her arms, his chubby little hands gripping her clothes tightly. Even when he slept, he wanted to sleep in her arms. As soon as he was put on the bed, he would open his little red mouth, looking aggrieved, and cry loudly.

From the moment he was born, Qin Yuhe was very dependent on Jiang Yaoxue. Mother and son were of one heart, and even after Jiang Yaoxue left the Qin family, this dependence did not disappear immediately.

In the first year after she left, Qin Yuhe would call her frequently, saying he missed his mother, loved her, and asked how she was doing.

Children always crave their mother's love, but whenever they need or want to see her most, she is always absent for one reason or another—whether it's being sick in the hospital, falling from a horse, having a birthday party, or graduating.

He hoped to see his mother time and time again, only to be disappointed each time.

Distance creates barriers, and disappointment erodes feelings.

As the years went by, Qin Yuhe called her less and less often, until he stopped calling altogether.

The affectionate words of missing and loving one's mother were spoken less and less each time, until finally they were never spoken at all.

At first, the mother and son talked about everything, but eventually they fell silent.

Now, the two are facing each other. Jiang Yaoxue sees Qin Yuhe's gaze as he looks at her—calm, serene, and distant.

He nodded to her politely.

Treat them the same as all other elders, without distinction.

He hasn't called her "Mom" in a long time.

For over ten years, he had never called her "Mom".

Jiang Yaoxue didn't blame him, she had no right to blame him, and she couldn't bear to blame him, because she knew that while other children had their mothers' love and care, he, standing in the corner, must have felt very sad seeing other children being held by their mothers.

She wanted to make it up to him, but he had already built walls around her in his heart.

She stood outside the wall, at a loss.

"Mother."

Song Xinya's soft, gentle voice pulled Jiang Yaoxue out of her memories.

Jiang Yaoxue looked at Song Xinya with teary eyes: "Ya Ya."

Song Xinya walked to her side and took her hand in her warm one: "Mom, let's go see Yan Yan together."

Jiang Yaoxue glanced at Qin Yuhe: "Okay, let's go together."

Yu Guangzhong and Qin Yuhe did not show any sign of refusal.

.........

Inside the villa, Qin Yuyan wore a white dress. Her fair skin was clear and clean, her slender figure was thin and delicate, and she had big eyes and small red lips, making her look like an exquisite little elf.

She sat alone in the large living room, thin and frail, playing with a nest of pet snakes.

On the smooth, expensive slab tabletop, eight corn snakes and one pignose snake were crawling everywhere.

Qin Yuyan gave each snake a name, making it easy to distinguish each one.

Her soft, white hands gently stroked the head of each little snake, calling out their names one by one.

"Iron egg, steel egg, copper egg, aluminum egg."

This is the male snake's name.

"Cuihua, Xinghua, Guihua, Caihua, Ruhua."

This is the mother snake's name.

They are all her babies.

Tie Dan was the most mischievous of them all, always trying to crawl under the table.

Just before Tiedan fell off the table, Qin Yuyan grabbed its tail, pulled it back, and slapped its head with her finger.

"Why are you so disobedient, you little iron egg? Don't force your mother to cut you up into pieces and make snake soup."

The little snake seemed to understand human speech. Every time it heard her say such things, it would shrink its neck and obediently lie down without being naughty.

Qin Yuyan lay on the table, her chin resting on her slender white arm, playing with the little snake, and occasionally spacing out.

That's basically how the day went by.

Today seemed no different from any other day. Qin Yuyan spent the day with her "four eggs" and "five flowers".

The doorbell suddenly rang.

Qin Yuyan held Tie Dan in her palm as she opened the door.

The door opened, and she saw Jiang Yaoxue, Song Xinya, and Qin Yuhe.

It was as if fireworks exploded in the darkness, their bright light illuminating her pupils.

"Mom! Teacher Song! Brother!"

Qin Yuyan tossed the iron egg in her hand onto the table.

Tie Dan landed headfirst on the table with a thud, remaining motionless for a long time before recovering.

Qin Yuyan opened her arms and hugged Jiang Yaoxue tightly, rubbing her head against Jiang Yaoxue's neck.

"Mom, I miss you."

Jiang Yaoxue hugged her and gently patted her back: "Yanyan, Mommy missed you too."

Qin Yuyan: "Waaaaah!"

Jiang Yaoxue: "Yanyan, are you crying?"

Qin Yuyan: "No, I'm faking crying. I'm driving, hehehe."

She leaned down and kissed Jiang Yaoxue on the cheek: "Wooden horse!"

"Mom, I'm so happy to see you."

Jiang Yaoxue: "I'm sorry, Yanyan, it's been so long since I've come to see you."

Qin Yuyan: "How have you been since you came to see me?"

Jiang Yaoxue: "Yanyan, don't worry about me, I'm fine."

Qin Yuyan: "As long as Mom is doing well, it doesn't matter if she doesn't come to see me."

She will only be happy if her mother is doing well.

Jiang Yaoxue was shaken by Qin Yuyan's words.

Her Yan Yan has changed.

She has become more sensible.

In the past, she would have been very disappointed and complained that her mother didn't visit her often.

The little princess no longer focuses solely on her own emotions; she has learned to consider things from her mother's perspective.

Jiang Yaoxue thought that someone must have comforted and guided the little princess.

Who is this person?

She looked at Song Xinya beside her.

Qin Yuyan released her arms from Jiang Yaoxue and turned to face Song Xinya: "Teacher Song, the atmosphere is just right now, perfect for a hug, let me hug you too."

Song Xinya: "What if I don't agree?"

Qin Yuyan hugged her tightly: "You have to agree whether you like it or not. No one can refuse this princess's hug."

Song Xinya: "It is an honor for this humble citizen."

Qin Yuyan's expression was smug: "Of course, you should be secretly happy."

She released Song Xinya and opened her arms to Qin Yuhe.

Qin Yuhe reached out and tapped her forehead, pushing her away: "Haven't you heard that men and women shouldn't touch each other?"

Qin Yuyan took several steps back, withdrew her arms, and pouted: "Who wants to hug you? You're as cold as an ice cube every day. I'm worried I'll get cold if I hug you."

Qin Yuhe's voice was cold and deep: "Qin Yuyan, do you still want your living expenses next month?"

Qin Yuyan suddenly became very enthusiastic: "Yes, yes, yes! My brother is the best in the world. He loves his sister so much, how could he bear not to give her living expenses?"

Qin Yuhe looked at her insincere, fawning expression and said, "I can bear it."

Qin Yuyan let out a sorrowful howl.

Heartless man!

snort!

I really don't know how my sister-in-law can stand him!

My sister-in-law lives with him every day, she must suffer so much!

Speaking of which, Teacher Song came to see her, so why didn't her sister-in-law come?