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

He didn't blame her, nor did he say anything about the scar. Song Xinya felt like crying at that moment, a thin layer of tears clouding her pupils, her eyes glistening with tears.

This feeling is heartache.

She felt sorry for the suffering he had endured.

She felt sorry for his beautiful hands covered in scars.

Tears welled in her eyes, and Song Xinya turned to look out the window, her long eyelashes trembling. She bit her lower lip, trying to hold back her tears.

"Qin Yuhe, why did you suddenly decide to play the piano for me?"

Qin Yuhe stretched his hand out into the sunlight by the car window, the golden light falling on the back of his hand, outlining the slender and strong bone lines.

"It wasn't something that suddenly came to mind; I've been thinking about it for the past few days."

"I've been too busy with work before, so I haven't had a chance to play the piano for you."

"Perhaps everyone has this mentality: they don't cherish what they have until they lose it and then regret it. Before, my hands were fine, so I didn't think playing the piano was a very urgent thing. Now that my hands are injured, I realize how precious healthy hands are."

"This reminds me of the impermanence of life and the unpredictability of things. If we don't do those seemingly ordinary things in time, we may never have the chance to do them again."

"I started learning to play the piano when I was little. No one forced me; I learned it voluntarily. I love the piano as an instrument because it is calm, precious, and elegant. I enjoy the feeling of playing the piano—it is beautiful, soothing, and romantic."

"I have participated in many piano competitions, won many awards, and played the piano for many people."

"But I have never played the piano for my wife."

Qin Yuhe withdrew his hands, which were soaking in the sunlight, and turned to look at Song Xinya. Seeing that she had her back to him, he covered her face with both hands and turned her head back so that she was facing him.

His palm rested on her soft facial skin, and she could clearly feel his uneven scars.

Qin Yuhe looked at her and asked, "When we get home, I'll play the piano for you. Would you like to listen?"

Song Xinya's voice choked with emotion: "Yes."

Qin Yuhe smiled faintly: "Why are you crying?"

Song Xinya: "The wind is too strong, and sand got into my eyes."

The car windows were all closed at that moment, so where did the wind and sand come from?

Qin Yuhe pulled Song Xinya into his arms, gently resting his chin on the top of her head, his hand loosely holding her arm: "Are you worried about me?"

Song Xinya gave a muffled "hmm".

Qin Yuhe lightly kissed her hair: "I'm fine."

Song Xinya leaned against his chest, nestled against him, and took his limp hand in her arms. Looking at his palm, her delicate brows furrowed: "Can your hand recover to what it was before?"

Qin Yuhe said, "I don't know."

Actually, when he was discharged from the hospital, he asked the doctor this question, and the doctor said there was hope.

This is actually a euphemism; the subtext is: there's no hope.

Unless it is a terminal illness, doctors generally will not easily give a patient a death sentence.

Saying things like "It's impossible, it's hopeless, don't even think about it" is too direct and cruel. There always needs to be a compromise, a more tactful way of expressing it, to give others a glimmer of hope.

With hope and expectation, life will have something to look forward to.

Song Xinya was a smart person. Even though Qin Yuhe didn't say anything, she had already figured out the truth.

If there is any hope, Qin Yuhe will happily and firmly tell her that she can recover to the way she was before.

Song Xinya straightened up from Qin Yuhe's embrace, held his hands in her own, her eyes red and glistening with tears, and said to him, "Qin Yuhe, if your hands don't get better, I'll be your hands. I'll learn to play the piano and play your favorite pieces for you."

A tear slid down her cheek, and he reached out to wipe it away for her.

The hot, moist sensation melted on his fingers, carrying the warmth of her body.

With tears streaming down her face, she said to him, "Qin Yuhe, after we return to Jingbei, we will find the best doctors and we will definitely be able to cure your hand."

Qin Yuhe gently wiped away the tear stains on her face, wiping away the teardrops that kept falling from her eyes. They were crystal clear, reflecting the sunlight, and he thought her tears were like pearls.

"Song Xinya, I'm really fine. Even if my hands can't recover to what they were before, I can still play the piano for you."

Song Xinya sobbed, "I'm really looking forward to it!"

Qin Yuhe cupped her face in his hands and lowered his head to kiss her lips: "Little crybaby."

Song Xinya felt a little shy and embarrassed, so she buried her face in his chest, hiding like an ostrich.

The Rolls-Royce sped smoothly along the highway and stopped at a service area around noon.

The group got out of the car and went to the service area for lunch.

Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe rode in one car, Old Mrs. Qin and Old Mr. Qin rode in another car, and Jian Yiyi and Jin Ruizhi rode in the third car.

The bodyguards and servants who came with them traveled in several more cars.

The moment a row of Rolls-Royces pulled up at the service area, it immediately attracted a lot of attention and discussion.

"This is the first time I've seen so many Rolls-Royce Phantoms, all of them high-end custom versions, each costing 1500 million RMB, and there are a total of eighteen of them!"

"There wasn't a single Rolls-Royce Phantom in the entire city, and now eighteen have appeared! Good heavens!"

"Which wealthy family's young master or young lady has descended to earth?"

Qin Yuhe and Song Xinya stepped out of the car. One was elegant and aloof, the other was stunningly beautiful. The two of them standing together gave off a sense of destiny, as if they were made for each other.

Another gasp of amazement erupted from the crowd.

"Holy crap! So handsome! So beautiful!"

"Others are so beautiful they're indistinguishable from men, I'm so ugly I can't tell the difference between human and animal!"

"They're so good-looking that I feel inferior."

"This is what I plan to look like."

"Alas... plans can't keep up with changes."

One of the bolder people asked from afar, "Is this a wedding procession?"

"No," Qin Yuhe said, holding Song Xinya's hand, "I've already married this beautiful lady."

Passersby exclaimed, "Congratulations, handsome guy!"

Qin Yuhe smiled amiably and said, "Thank you."

Along the way, amidst everyone's blessings, Song Xinya was led by the hand by him.

She looked up at him; sunlight filtered through the gaps, casting starlight on his face, making his handsome features shine brightly.

Song Xinya thought back and realized that this was the first time the two of them had walked hand in hand down the street since they got married.

She didn't complain about him, much less blame him. People have limited energy; they can't always attend to everything at once. She couldn't enjoy the luxurious material life he provided and then complain that he didn't have time for her.

She understood that his luxurious lifestyle was earned through hard work.

He was a human being, not a god, and she understood that everything he did was out of necessity.

She was simply relieved and secretly delighted to be able to walk hand in hand with him on the street like this.

These are the ordinary, yet incredibly happy little things in life.

Qin Yuhe led Song Xinya into the service area, to a cool place with air conditioning.

Grandma Qin and Grandpa Qin arrived shortly afterward.

Grandma Qin, panting, looked at Qin Yuhe and said, "I called you several times just now, why didn't you stop and wait for me?"

Qin Yuhe: "I'm sorry, Grandma. I was thinking about my wife the whole time. The sun was so strong today, and I was worried about her getting sunburned, so I didn't stop."

Grandma Qin: "You brat, aren't you worried about getting your grandma in the sun?"

Qin Yuhe: "You have your husband to take care of you. If the sun shines on you, it means my grandfather didn't take good care of you. It's my grandfather's fault."

Grandpa Qin: "You're shifting the blame onto me while simultaneously trying to sow discord between your grandmother and me. How can you be such a filial grandson!"

Qin Yuhe: "Filial piety is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. Thank you for your praise, Grandpa."

Grandpa Qin was rendered speechless by his own grandson.

Song Xinya couldn't help but smile, her lips curving upwards.

She was amused by President Qin's humor again. Sometimes she wondered how President Qin could say such funny things with such a serious face, despite his abstinent and handsome appearance.

The contrast is so strong, it adds a sense of humor, and it's really funny.

Suddenly, his hand landed on her head, and she looked up at him with her long, fair neck tilted back.

His deep, dark eyes gazed down at her: "Happy now?"

Song Xinya: "Happy."

Qin Yuhe: "I'm happy too."