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

Although serving others is not an easy job, powerful and wealthy families will conduct background checks on any servants they hire, requiring them to be good-looking, dignified, from a respectable family, and of good character.

Zhang Yingying's child, born from a mistress, is truly not qualified for this kind of job of serving the powerful figures in a large family.

Old Master Qin spoke calmly and indifferently, his voice carrying the solemn aura of a family he had long maintained: "It is naturally more reassuring for family members to take care of the eldest grandson of the Qin family. There is no need for outsiders to worry about it."

Song Xuanli and Li Cuirou looked grim.

Zhang Yingying was rejected by Qin Yuhe to her face, and then Old Master Qin directly pointed out her status as an outsider, making her extremely embarrassed.

Of course, Old Mrs. Qin wouldn't side with Zhang Yingying. Song Xinya was her granddaughter-in-law, and as the saying goes, one's own side is always on one's side. How could she not help her own family?

The old lady looked at Song Xinya with affection: "Our Ya Ya is not only beautiful, but also meticulous and thoughtful in everything she does. She takes such good care of our Hehe. It is a blessing for me and Grandpa Hehe to have such a good granddaughter-in-law. As the saying goes, 'You give me the spring sunshine in March, and I will give you the peach blossoms in April.' Ya Ya has worked so hard taking care of Hehe. I will transfer 200 million yuan to Ya Ya for spending money."

Just like that, the sound of gold coins arriving in Song Xinya's phone rang, making everyone envious.

It sounds very pleasant.

Yesterday, Song Xinya earned two million by kissing Qin Yuhe and his wife. Today, she earned another two million by feeding Qin Yuhe. In just two days, Song Xinya went from being a debtor to a rich woman!

She suddenly understood the wonderful feeling behind that sentence—

Making money is as easy as breathing.

Song Xinya was beaming. She glanced at Zhang Yingying, her eyes saying: Look, your fault-finding has brought me two million.

Zhang Yingying was so angry she felt like vomiting blood.

Of course, Song Xinya wouldn't thank her. She turned to look at Grandma Qin, her eyes crinkling into a smile, and said sweetly and sensibly, "Thank you, Grandma, for giving me pocket money."

Grandma Qin: "No need to thank me, we're all family. Hehe is our only grandson. From now on, all of the Qin family's assets will belong to you and Hehe."

Zhang Yingying's envious eyes turned into rabbit eyes, blood gushing out.

With Qin Yuhe, Old Madam Qin, and Old Master Qin protecting them, Song Xuanli and the other two didn't dare to say another bad word about Song Xinya.

Song Xuanli wanted to get closer to Song Xinya, so he said, "I heard that soy products are good for girls. They are not only rich in protein, but also have higher levels of estrogen, vitamins, and trace elements. I came here today specifically to bring you soy powder made from green organic soybeans. You can make a cup of it every day."

Song Xinya: "I'm allergic to soy products. I've been allergic for 25 years. How come you still don't remember? You still want me to drink a cup of soy milk every day. Are you afraid I'll die too slowly?"

Song Xuanli felt as if he had swallowed a hard bone, and choked on it.

He looked at Li Cuirou: "You were in charge of the gifts. You knew Ya Ya was allergic to soy products, so why did you bring soy milk powder?"

When Li Cuirou tried to say she was innocent, Song Xinya said, "Another one who's hoping I die soon."

Li Cuirou's face turned deathly pale.

Grandma Qin couldn't help but say, "You two parents are really too careless. You can't even remember what foods your child is allergic to. This is no small matter. If you accidentally cause an allergic reaction, it could be fatal."

Looking into Song Xinya's eyes, the old lady felt even more affection and heartache.

Thinking of all the suffering her granddaughter-in-law had endured, the old lady felt a strong urge to make it up to her. She picked up her phone and transferred another 200 million yuan to Song Xinya.

The moment the sound of the gold coins arriving in their accounts rang out, Song Xuanli, Li Cuirou, and Zhang Yingying were greatly shocked.

Zhang Yingying's face was filled with disbelief: "What...what is that sound?"

Grandma Qin: "The sound of me transferring two million to my granddaughter-in-law."

Zhang Yingying's conjunctivitis had reached a critical stage.

Song Xuanli, Li Cuirou, and Zhang Yingying felt awkward and bored, so they found an excuse to leave the ward soon after.

After watching Qin Yuhe finish breakfast, it was only nine o'clock in the morning, and Grandpa Qin and Grandma Qin were already making arrangements to prepare lunch for him.

Food is the most important thing for people, and the matter of the great scoundrel Sun eating is the most important thing.

Grandma Qin: "After a burn, you need to eat foods high in protein and vitamins to recover faster."

Grandpa Qin: "There's a fresh food supermarket nearby. Your grandma and I will go shopping there and buy some good ingredients."

Grandma Qin: "No one else's cooking can compare to the care I put into my own. I cook for Hehe myself."

Grandpa Qin: "Forget it. You've hardly ever cooked in your life. Others are kitchen masters, you're a kitchen killer. When others cook, the color, aroma, and taste are all perfect, but when you cook, the color, aroma, and taste are all ruined."

Grandma Qin glanced at Grandpa Qin: "You teahouse employee who was rejected, why do you always bring up things that don't go your way? In the words of today's young people, you're a very wicked old man."

Grandpa Qin: "The last time you cooked was thirty years ago. Do you even remember whether you peeled the broccoli or not?"

Grandma Qin's mind raced. She thought to herself, since the other party was asking about skin, it must be: "Peeling."

It's never wrong to cut it.

Old Master Qin: "Madam, the broccoli has no peel."

Old Mrs. Qin: "...You old rascal, you've tricked me!"

Grandpa Qin chuckled and took her hand: "I just wanted to tell you that you're not suited for cooking, and I'm worried you'll hurt your hand."

The two elderly people, with their heads full of white hair, walked out hand in hand.

He told her, "I've hired a professional nutritionist. He can handle the cooking for Hehe; you don't need to lift a finger."

The morning sun was gentle and warm, bathing the two elderly people in a soft golden light, casting a warm glow on their silver hair, creating a scene of peaceful and serene beauty.

Song Xinya watched the two elderly people leave, a sentence coming to mind—

With you, in our youthful days, and with you, in our old age, we'll grow old together.

The phrase "growing old together" is embodied in the lives of these two elderly people.

I don't envy couples kissing passionately in the street; I only admire couples who grow old together.

The most romantic thing is to grow old together, slowly and steadily.

As Song Xinya watched the two elderly people walk out hand in hand, her eyes revealed her longing for the future.

She and Qin Yuhe will probably be like that in the future.

When you love someone, you can't help but fantasize that your future is entirely filled with them, and their future is entirely filled with you.

Just thinking about spending her life with Qin Yuhe makes Song Xinya feel as happy as a freshly opened peach soda, sweet and bubbly.

Her eyes remained fixed on the doorway, lingering there for a long time.

"Looking at them so intently," Qin Yuhe's voice rang out, a hint of displeasure in his tone, "Are my grandparents particularly beautiful?"

Song Xinya snapped back to reality, her bright, watery eyes fixed on his, and said, "You're prettier than me. You're the prettiest."

Qin Yuhe's heart skipped a beat, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

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