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

Jian Shuibing rushed out of the wooden house through the thick smoke, feeling fortunate that he had survived such a disaster and was sure to have good fortune in the future. He was about to live a good life.

He looked up and saw Qin Yuhe standing in front of him.

Jian Shuibing slipped and ran in another direction.

Qin Yuhe caught up with him in a few steps and knocked him unconscious with a punch.

Jian Shui collapsed to the ground like a rotten mud; his good days were over before they even began.

By this time, the entire wooden house was completely ablaze.

The raging flames were menacing, with crimson tongues shooting skyward and waves of heat washing over you.

The sound of wood cracking could be heard from time to time in the air.

The scene before them was so dangerous that everyone who rushed over stood frozen in shock.

Song Xinya pushed aside the crowd's cover and rushed into the wooden house.

A cold, slender figure rushed over, and Qin Yuhe grabbed Song Xinya's waist with one hand, pressing her back down.

Song Xinya clung to his arm, her legs thrashing violently as she struggled and cried out, "My sister! My sister is inside!"

Qin Yuhe: "I know!"

Song Xinya forcefully pried open the hands blocking her way: "Let go of me! I need to save my sister!"

Qin Yuhe's arm firmly blocked her path, showing no sign of backing down: "Too dangerous!"

Song Xinya tilted her head back to look at Qin Yuhe. Because of the violent struggle just now, her dark hair was disheveled, with a few strands sticking to her face. Her usually bright and spirited fox eyes were now red and brimming with tears.

"Qin Yuhe, my sister is still in the house. I haven't been able to reunite with her yet. She has suffered a lot during the fourteen years she was lost."

"Qin Yuhe, the fire is so big, my sister will be burned alive. I know it's dangerous, but I have to save her. I can't just watch my sister die."

"Qin Yuhe, please, don't stop me! Don't prevent me from saving my sister! Let me go!"

The people around tried to persuade him.

"Mrs. Qin, the fire is too big. Mr. Qin was right to stop you. If you go, it will be like sending yourself to your death."

"Mrs. Qin, don't act rashly. Even if you're anxious, you have to consider the reality. It's beyond saving. The fire has already burned the entire house; there's no way to save it."

"Life and death are preordained; a person's fate is determined by God, and no one can change it."

"Even when rescuing someone, you should act within your capabilities. Give up now, or you might end up losing another life instead of rescuing the person you were trying to save."

The whispers of the crowd stung Song Xinya's ears like needles. Her eyes reddened as she asked Qin Yuhe, "You mean the same thing? You want me to give up, right?"

"No!" Qin Yuhe looked into her eyes with his deep black eyes and said, "What I mean is, don't go, I'll go save her!"

Song Xinya stared at him, her pupils trembling: "Dangerous, too dangerous, Qin Yuhe, you can't go, I'll go."

He placed his hands on her shoulders and told her, word by word, "Song Xinya, I am your husband, the one who will protect you from the wind and rain, not a coward who hides behind you when danger comes. Don't argue, don't resist, listen to me, this is something I must do!"

He pulled her to a safe area at the back, jumped onto the helicopter, took out a pair of wire cutters, turned around, and rushed into the sea of ​​fire without hesitation!

Everyone was shocked.

"President Qin!"

"President Qin rushed into the fire!"

Even after seeing it with their own eyes, people still looked incredulous.

That's the eldest son of the Qin family, one of the most prestigious families in the country!

The most powerful man at the very top of the social pyramid, the head of the Qin Group!

He was such a precious person, yet he rushed into the sea of ​​fire all by himself!

The man's back was tall and straight as he walked through the raging fire, his spine like a peak, making one think of the phrase "standing tall and upright."

The crimson flames rolled and raged, spreading menacingly in all directions.

Flames shot out with a roar, completely engulfing Qin Yuhe's figure.

Qin Yuhe stood in the center of the wooden house, his gaze sweeping through the billowing flames and thick smoke, searching for something.

With his view obstructed, he shouted their names.

"Jane Yi!"

"Jin Ruizhi!"

In the corner, Jian Yiyi and Jin Ruizhi were delirious and about to faint.

The extremely penetrating sound rang out, and the two of them were instantly energized.

Jin Ruizhi shouted in response, "President Qin! We're here!"

Qin Yuhe followed the sound and found two people.

He saw the two children holding hands tightly, their attitude of going to their deaths together.

Jin Ruizhi's legs are free.

Jane's legs were chained.

Jin Ruizhi said anxiously, "Yi Yi is chained up!"

Qin Yuhe remained calm, showing no surprise: "I know."

Jin Ruizhi saw the wire cutters in Qin Yuhe's hand.

Did Qin Yuhe know in advance that Jian Yiyi was chained up?

indeed so.

Since Jian Yiyi is a person who can walk and run, she must have been tied up with something by Jian Shuibing when she was hidden away.

Qin Yuhe had anticipated this situation and had prepared wire cutters beforehand.

As it turns out, President Qin's guess was correct.

The wire cutters in his hands gripped the iron chain tightly, and the bulging muscles in his arms stretched the sleeves into a bulging arc due to the force.

With a dull thud, the iron chain snapped.

With another muffled click, Jian Yi's feet were free again.

Qin Yuhe: "Run!"

Jian Yi and Jin Ruizhi held hands and ran outside.

The two ran to the door, where dawn was just ahead. A muffled rumble came from above as the roof beams collapsed and crashed down on them.

Jane screamed.

Jin Ruizhi hugged her head and held her protectively in his arms.

The expected pain of being hit did not come; Qin Yuhe caught the roof beam with both hands.

The weight of the roof beam pressed down on his hands, and the flames scorched his palms.

His thin, red lips pressed into a straight line, and two words escaped from between his teeth: "Go quickly!"

Jin Ruizhi realized what was happening and pulled Jian Yi out.

Qin Yuhe took a step back and threw away the roof beam he was holding.

With a loud bang, flames surged forward, blocking his path.

Outside, Song Xinya stared anxiously at the wooden house, her thoughts in turmoil, her heart feeling like it was being constantly gripped, her face deathly pale.

Due to excessive tension, she experienced stomach cramps and severe abdominal pain, her body hunched over, her hands pressed tightly against her abdomen.

Suddenly, two people rushed out of the sea of ​​fire and ran out.

Song Xinya saw Jian Yiyi.

younger sister!

Her sister was saved!

Song Xinya ran towards Jian Yi, the strong wind whistling past her ears, her hair being blown behind her ears and her clothes fluttering in the air like waves.

"Little one!"

"Little one!"

She ran to Jian Yiyi's side and hugged her tightly.

"Youyou, I'm your older sister!"

Jane couldn't believe what she was hearing and asked blankly, "Really?"

Song Xinya hugged her tightly, her voice choked with emotion: "It's true, your name is Song Tingyou, you are my younger sister, and you also have a twin brother named Song Tingye."

The joy of surviving the ordeal was followed by the surprise of learning that she had an older sister and brother. Jian Yi felt overwhelmed by a sudden and immense happiness.

Song Xinya wanted to hug her long-lost sister more and ask her what she had been through all these years, but reality wouldn't allow her to do so, because—

Why hasn't Mr. Qin come out yet?

Song Xinya's stomach spasmed again, and she was so nervous that she couldn't breathe. Layers of suffocation pressed down on her.

Why hasn't Qin Yuhe come out yet?

Song Xinya felt intense anxiety as she stared intently at the wooden house surrounded by flames.

With a loud crash, the entire wooden house collapsed to the ground.

The gasps of surprise from the crowd rang in my ears.

"President Qin has been buried!"

"President Qin failed to escape!"

"The person who was just alive and well is gone!"

Song Xinya felt as if all her energy had been drained away; her legs went weak, and she collapsed to her knees with a thud.

She gazed at the burning ruins, large tears streaming from her eyes and falling to the ground.

Her heart felt as if it had been thrown into a blender, repeatedly cut by sharp blades.

No!

She can't lose Qin Yuhe!

In the face of death, nothing else matters.

Face, reserve, self-respect, wealth, status, fame and fortune—none of these things compare to him: he is still alive.

The thread of reason in her heart completely veered off course, and her heart turned entirely towards him.

The emotions she had suppressed deep within her heart erupted like a volcano, the scorching lava representing her love for him.

At this moment, Song Xinya was acutely aware of one fact—

She loves Qin Yuhe.

Song Xinya loves Qin Yuhe!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

P.S.: Ya Ya has already made up her mind, and next, President Qin will make up his mind. The one in power will bow down and completely fall for her...