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

At this moment, Qin Yuhe, with bandages wrapped around his palms, still held Song Xinya in his arms.

It was very different from the emotionally cold person Zhang Yingying had imagined.

A cool morning breeze blew into the room through the open door, brushing against the faces of the two people on the bed.

Song Xinya shrank back slightly, letting out a soft, muffled murmur, and snuggled into Qin Yuhe's arms.

Qin Yuhe pressed his cheek against her forehead to comfort her, then pulled her closer, holding her even tighter.

He turned his head and saw Zhang Yingying standing at the door. His eyes immediately turned sharp as blades.

Zhang Yingying shuddered.

Jin Ruizhi stood at the door with a lunchbox in hand: "President Qin, it's time for breakfast."

Qin Yuhe: "I didn't see any irrelevant people standing at the door, so kick them out."

Jin Ruizhi obediently chased her away, using a very simple and brutal method: he yelled a single word at Zhang Yingying: "Get out!"

Zhang Yingying felt as if she had been bitten from a distance, and took a big step away.

Jin Ruizhi closed the door for the two people inside.

Song Xuanli and Li Cuirou stood outside the door, thinking to themselves, "Luckily we let Zhang Yingying be the first to push the door open and barge in, otherwise we would have been the ones to embarrass ourselves."

Inside the room, after regaining consciousness, Song Xinya found herself lying in Qin Yuhe's arms.

She sat up abruptly, carefully examining his hand: "Did I press on your palm?"

Qin Yuhe replied, "No."

Song Xinya felt a wave of fear. His palms were already covered in injuries, and even a slight touch would cause him burning pain. If he had been pressed down, how much pain would he have felt?

She said with annoyance, "I remember when we first went to sleep, our heads were touching. How did I end up in your arms? I'm such a restless sleeper."

Qin Yuhe's voice was gentle: "It's not your fault, it's just that I insisted on holding you after I fell asleep."

Song Xinya: "Is that so?"

Qin Yuhe: "Yes."

He tried to distract her from her excessive tension, saying, "I'm thirsty."

Song Xinya jumped out of bed: "I'll get you some water."

On the table, there is a glass of cooled boiled water and a thermos of boiling water.

Song Xinya poured one-third of boiling water and two-thirds of cooled boiled water to make warm water, then brought it to Qin Yuhe's lips and fed it to him.

It's summer now, so you can just drink plain boiled water without having to go through all this trouble of mixing it. But Song Xinya cares about Qin Yuhe so much that she treats him like a little baby.

When the rim of the cup in her hand touched his lips, he tilted his head back.

Song Xinya: "What's wrong? Is the temperature not right? Do you want something cold? But you haven't fully recovered yet, so please drink something warm."

"Scientific research has shown that drinking a glass of warm water in the morning can stimulate intestinal peristalsis, help break down food, and has many health benefits."

She talked a lot as she opened and closed her mouth, but Qin Yuhe just stared straight at her lips: "That's not what I meant. I didn't want to drink anything cold."

Song Xinya: "Then what do you mean? I feed you but you won't drink it."

Qin Yuhe: "Why did you feed me apples yesterday?"

Song Xinya: "I'll feed you by holding it in my mouth."

Qin Yuhe: "You fed me water with your mouth today too."

Song Xinya was stunned for a moment: "How am I supposed to feed you water with my mouth? You can't hold water in your mouth."

As soon as she finished speaking, she realized that he wanted it, so she took a sip of water, held it in her mouth, and then fed it to him mouth-to-mouth.

He wanted to drink the "imported water" from her mouth.

It's no wonder Song Xinya was momentarily drowsy, because, so early in the morning, she exclaimed, "I haven't brushed my teeth yet!"

Qin Yuhe said, "What does it matter? I don't mind."

Song Xinya was extremely embarrassed: "No way!"

Qin Yuhe: "I don't mind, so why do you mind?"

Song Xinya: "Of course I mind. I'm afraid it will affect my image in your eyes. What if I have bad breath when I first wake up in the morning?"

Qin Yuhe: "Come here, kiss me, let me check."

Song Xinya said shyly, "No way."

She brought the water glass to his lips again: "Drink the water obediently, or I'll pour it away!"

Qin Yuhe: "What a fierce wife."

He lowered his head and drank the water.

Looking at the empty blanket, Song Xinya said, "Qin Yuhe, are you someone who responds better to force than gentle persuasion?"

Qin Yuhe: "The people who can make me suffer usually don't see the sun rise the next day."

Song Xinya: "And what about me?"

Qin Yuhe: "You are my only exception."

Song Xinya's lips curled up high.

She put the water glass back on the table, turned to face Qin Yuhe, and smiled warmly at the corners of her eyes.

"Are you hungry? Have some breakfast, Qin Yuhe."

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

Song Xinya opened the door with a smile and took the lunchbox from Jin Ruizhi's hand.

Song Xuanli coughed, making his presence known.

Song Xinya was in a good mood, so she ignored him and turned to close the door.

Inside the house, Song Xinya was feeding Qin Yuhe when Qin's grandmother's voice came from the corridor.

"Why is everyone blocking the entrance?"

Song Xuanli quickly went to greet him: "Madam Qin, we heard that President Qin was injured and were very worried about him, so we came all the way from Beijing to see him."

Grandma Qin asked politely, "Would you like to come in and sit for a while?"

Song Xuanli: "Okay!"

Li Cuirou: "Okay!"

Zhang Yingying: "Okay!"

Grandma Qin and Grandpa Qin went into the house, followed by Song Xuanli and the other two.

When Song Xuanli saw Song Xinya feeding Qin Yuhe, he had a serious expression on his face: "I didn't expect President Qin's hands to be so badly injured."

Li Cuirou: "If we had known, we would have come yesterday."

Song Xinya: "So what if they come? They just stand there, say a few high-sounding but meaningless words that can't offer any real help."

Zhang Yingying: "Song Xinya, we really care about President Qin. If you find taking care of President Qin tiring, I can do it for you. I won't find it tiring at all. I can take care of President Qin 24 hours a day."

Song Xinya: "You're so eager to help others, hurry up and register as a caregiver at the hospital. There are plenty of people who are incontinent and need your help with their bodily functions."

Zhang Yingying: "Who wants to be a caregiver? I mean, I'm willing to take care of President Qin."

Song Xinya smiled faintly and asked Qin Yuhe, "Would you be willing to let her take care of you?"

Qin Yuhe: "I don't want to."

Song Xinya: "Did you hear that? My husband is disgusted with you."