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

Inside the Porsche, Song Xinya sat in the driver's seat.

Song Tingyou turned her face to the outside of the car and, through the clean car window, sized up the middle-aged man standing at the entrance of the SKP shopping mall.

With a handsome face, well-defined features, and tall, elegant figure, he was still strikingly good-looking despite being over fifty.

This man...

Although her sister hadn't introduced him to her, Song Tingyou deduced it from their conversation—

He is her biological father.

The Porsche started, and Song Xinya turned the steering wheel with both hands, the strawberry pink car like a flowing stream of gold, driving out of the mall.

In the rearview mirror, Song Xuanli, Li Cuirou, and Zhang Yingying stood together, their figures getting smaller and smaller, becoming tiny people, tiny ants, tiny black dots, and finally disappearing completely.

Song Xinya glanced at the passenger seat and saw that Song Tingyou was still looking in the rearview mirror.

Song Xinya has not yet told Song Tingyou about the family dynamics within the Song family.

This kind of thing can't be hidden.

The thing you can't control most in this world is what other people say.

Even if she didn't say anything, Song Tingyou would hear gossip from other people.

Rather than letting Song Tingyou hear exaggerated, inflammatory, and distorted statements, it's better for her, as the older sister, to tell her the truth herself.

Song Xinya: "That man's name is Song Xuanli, and he is your biological father."

Song Tingyou: "He and the two women beside him seem to be very close."

Song Xinya: "The older one is called Li Cuirou. She is his second wife. They got together before our mother passed away."

"The younger one is named Zhang Yingying, the child brought by the mistress. Whether Zhang Yingying's father is another man or Song Xuanli is currently unknown."

"One thing I do know is that Song Xuanli treats Zhang Yingying a hundred times better than he treats the three of us siblings."

In just three sentences, Song Xinya clearly explained the Song family's network of relationships to Song Tingyou, and conveyed a clear signal—

Don't have any expectations of Song Xuanli, that scumbag father.

A man like Song Xuanli only loves himself.

In his eyes, others are only divided into useful and useless; he will side with whoever is useful to him.

Previously, Song Xinya was a 180-pound fat woman who couldn't accompany him to banquets in a glamorous way, couldn't bring him face, and couldn't help him maintain clients with his beauty. He was full of disgust for Song Xinya.

He considers Zhang Yingying his daughter because she is able to do these things for him.

Now, Song Xinya has successfully lost weight, has a slender and graceful figure, and is stunningly beautiful. She has also married Qin Yuhe and become the first lady of the Beijing circle. Song Xuanli is eagerly trying to please Song Xinya.

Having seen through her true colors, Song Xinya naturally ignored her.

Song Xinya was worried that Song Xuanli would play the role of a loving father in front of Song Tingyou for his own benefit, thus deceiving and taking advantage of Song Tingyou.

She asked, "What are your thoughts on this biological father?"

Song Tingyou's voice was soft, like a quiet, flowing stream: "My sister risked her life to save me at Bilao Mountain, and she's been looking for me all these years. When I was little, my grandmother told me a simple truth: whoever is good to me, I will be good to them. My sister is good to me, so of course I will be good to her."

"As for that biological father, sister, I can tell he's not a good dad."

"What good father would have the nerve to ask his daughter for money, to ask her to sell her handbag and give him the money? The truly good fathers are all thinking about working hard to earn money so that their daughters can have a better life."

Although Song Tingyou grew up in a small mountain village and had a father who indulged in drinking, gambling, and prostitution, and her life was indeed poor and difficult, she had experienced love.

Her grandmother, who raised her, loved her very much.

When someone gives Grandma an apple, she can't bear to eat it herself. Instead, she puts it in her pocket and takes it home for her to eat.

When she was little, she was in poor health and often got sick. So her grandmother raised a lot of hens at home and would stew one for her every week to help her get better. She would give her the best parts, like the chicken legs and wings, while her grandmother would only eat the chicken head and feet. Her grandmother would save all the rest of the meat and heat it up for her to eat every day.

Grandma never went to school and had no education, yet she loved her in the purest and most sincere way.

Therefore, Song Tingyou could clearly distinguish between love and care.

Song Xinya asked, "Do you feel regretful for not having a good father?"

Song Tingyou: "Yes, it is human nature to expect all good things to come to us, but if they don't, I won't force it. I won't focus on bad things, but I will think more about good things, because there are many other good things in life that are worth pursuing."

Song Xinya: "To see things so clearly at such a young age, Miss Song Tingyou, you will be my idol from now on."

Song Tingyou: "I dare not accept such praise in front of you, sister. You are my light, and I will always sail with you."

Song Xinya: "Little sycophant."

Song Tingyou: "Your Majesty."

Song Xinya's lips curled up as she was coaxed by the little girl.

Song Tingyou looked at Song Xinya's profile, her cherry-pink lips parted and then closed again, her head lowered.

Song Xinya noticed this change in her expression and asked, "Youyou, what do you want to say? Don't feel embarrassed or afraid. Just tell me. If it's something good, I'll support you. If it's something bad, I'll help you analyze the pros and cons, but I won't criticize you."

Song Tingyou raised her porcelain-white face: "Sister, I want to go see my grandma."

Her grandmother raised her; her grandmother is her family, and her sister is also her family.

From the older sister's perspective, she did not receive the kindness of her grandmother in raising her, and there was no deep affection between them that had accumulated over time. Her grandmother was the mother of the human trafficker who abducted her own sister.

Song Tingyou looked at Song Xinya with some trepidation, her hands clasped tightly together.

Song Xinya said calmly, "Youyou, I'll go with you to visit Grandma tomorrow."

.........

The Forbidden City and its magnificent mansions.

Qin Yuhe came out of the study, holding a water glass in his hand.

In the high-ceilinged, spacious living room, Song Tingye and Jin Ruizhi were playing badminton.

Jin Ruizhi raised his arm, swung his racket, and the shuttlecock, accompanied by the sound of wind, flew in a sharp arc towards Song Tingye.

Song Tingye leaped into the air, his slender figure clean and neat, his arm like a fully drawn bow, forcefully hitting the badminton shuttlecock.

"I'm going to win this round!"

The shuttlecock whizzed through the air and landed perfectly in Qin Yuhe's water glass with a plop.

Water splashed everywhere, splattering Qin Yuhe's face with West Lake Longjing tea.

A green tea leaf was stuck to his face, and another green tea leaf was stuck to his head.

Song Tingye's eyes widened: "Holy crap! The shot went wide!"

He rushed over in a panic: "Brother-in-law, are you alright?"

With his face covered in water droplets, and his face and hair adorned with green tea leaves, Qin Yuhe said, "Do I look like I'm alright?"

Song Tingye shrank his neck and reached out to pluck the green tea stains off his face and hair: "Are you alright now?"

Qin Yuhe: "Now I want to slap you across the face."

Song Tingye rubbed his hands together like a fly, then smiled sheepishly, "Brother-in-law, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry."

Qin Yuhe glanced at him and Jin Ruizhi: "The yard is so big, there's no room for you two. You insist on playing badminton in the living room."

Song Tingye: "It's too hot in the yard. The living room has air conditioning and is also very spacious, so we played in the living room."

Qin Yuhe: "From what you're saying, you're planning to fight in the living room from now on?"

Song Tingye: "From now on, I will repent and reform myself, and I will never fight again!"

Qin Yuhe looked at Jin Ruizhi and asked, "What time is it now?"

Jin Ruizhi: "10 PM."

Qin Yuhe: "Are you a homeless child? Why are you still in my house so late?"

Jin Ruizhi: "Mrs. Qin is my tutor. I'm here to ask her for advice on my studies."

Qin Yuhe: "You really know how to pick your timing. Didn't you see my wife hasn't been home all day?"

Jin Ruizhi suddenly understood why President Qin's words were so barbed.

He looked at Song Tingye and said, "Quickly call your sister and tell her to come home right away."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Ruizhi glanced at Qin Yuhe out of the corner of his eye. Sure enough, President Qin's expression softened, and he stopped scolding the two little ones.

Unfortunately, Song Tingye, that incompetent teammate, said, "Why call my sister? She's not back yet, which means she doesn't want to come back. When she wants to come back, she'll naturally come back. No need to call."

Qin Yuhe's face darkened.

Jin Ruizhi pulled his phone out of Song Tingye's pocket and pressed Song Tingye's head down: "You call! You call! You call for me!"

Song Tingye's head was pressed down to his belly button, and he was about to fall to the ground: "I'll hit you! I'll hit you! Let me go!"

Song Tingye dialed Song Xinya's number and said, "Sis, when are you coming back? If you don't come back soon, some lunatic is going to break my neck and turn me into a headless corpse!"

"I'm back now," Song Xinya said, holding a phone in her hand as she gracefully walked in.

"Sister, you're back!" Song Tingye ran over and took the shopping bag from her hand.

Jin Ruizhi walked over and took the shopping bag from Song Tingyou's hand.

Song Tingye lifted the shopping bag in his hand and looked it over from side to side: "Men's products, sis, are these things you bought for me?"

He reached out to dismantle it.

Song Xinya snatched the shopping bag back: "It's not for you, it's for your brother-in-law."

Song Tingye crossed his arms, looking displeased: "They're both your men, why are you buying for my brother-in-law but not for me!"

Song Xinya raised her hand and tapped his head: "You're not my man, you're my little brat."

Song Tingye: "Who wants to be your little kid? I'm seventeen years old this year, long past the age of being a little kid."

Song Xinya: "Then you're my little brat."

Song Tingye: "Remove the word 'small'. We men don't like the word 'small'."

Song Xinya: "Big brat."

Song Tingye: "Although it's still not quite to my satisfaction, it sounds better than 'Little Rascal'."

Qin Yuhe walked towards Song Xinya: "Did you have a good time shopping today?"

Song Xinya opened her mouth to speak, but Song Tingye said, "I'm not happy!"

Song Xinya: "I'll buy you an Ultraman Tiga tomorrow."

Song Tingye: "Yay, I'm so happy!"

Song Tingyou watched this scene and thought her brother was being childish.

Song Xinya: "Where is the little princess?"

Song Tingye: "She said she had a nervous breakdown from studying all day, her head hurt, so she went to sleep."

Song Xinya: "You guys should go to sleep too."

The three little ones walked towards the bedroom.

In the large living room, there were only Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe.

Song Xinya ran towards Qin Yuhe like a butterfly, grabbed his arm, and whispered sweetly, her rosy lips meeting his, "Honey, did you miss me today?"

The sweet, warm scent of a woman filled Qin Yuhe's nostrils and lips, invading his senses and lungs, like a feather gently tickling his body.

"I've thought about it."

Song Xinya pressed on, asking, "How much do you want to?"

Qin Yuhe lowered his eyes to look at her alluring lips: "Your mind is filled with images of mosaics."

Song Xinya playfully punched his arm: "Why are you like this? You're always thinking about dirty things."

Qin Yuhe: "When a husband thinks of his wife, he should 'stand up and stand at attention' as a sign of the greatest respect he can show her."

The phrase "stand up and stand at attention" is embarrassing to use.

Song Xinya: "Does not standing at attention mean you're disrespecting your wife?"

Qin Yuhe: "That's called impotence. You can't even get it up when you think about it."

Song Xinya: "Maybe he's just being considerate of his wife and doesn't want her to get up and exert herself."

Qin Yuhe: "Don't make kidney deficiency sound so nice. Deficiency is deficiency. Don't make so many excuses."

Song Xinya couldn't help but burst into laughter.

She asked him, "Why aren't you in your study? What are you doing in the living room?"

Qin Yuhe glanced at the water glass in his hand: "I originally wanted to drink West Lake Longjing tea, but your brother made me a cup of badminton tea instead."

Song Xinya looked down and saw a badminton shuttlecock soaking in the cup.

She put her hands on her hips and walked towards Song Tingye's bedroom: "I'm going to teach this brat a lesson."

"No need, I've already talked to him about it."

Qin Yuhe grasped her hand and pulled her into his arms: "It's late, let's go upstairs."

Song Xinya, carrying shopping bags, followed Qin Yuhe to the bedroom on the second floor.

She placed the shopping bag on a prominent bedside table.

Qin Yuhe knew she was deliberately waiting for him to ask, so he asked, "What gift did you buy me?"

Song Xinya: "One is expensive and common, the other is very special. Which one would you like to see first?"

Qin Yuhe: "That one is very special."

I want to see just how special it is.

Song Xinya took out the two gifts and placed them on the bed, saying, "Let me show you the expensive but common one first."

This is an unconventional way of thinking.

Qin Yuhe smiled and replied, "Okay, I'll look at the expensive one first."

Song Xinya opened the exquisite packaging box and took out a black tie that was exquisitely crafted, of high quality, with crisscrossing patterns, simple yet extremely elegant.

"I noticed you often wear black suits, so I bought you a black tie."

Qin Yuhe usually wears either custom-made clothes or high-end luxury brands. He recognized this tie immediately upon seeing it; it had appeared at this year's fashion week and was very expensive.

He asked her, "Do you have enough money?"

Song Xinya: "That's enough."

Qin Yuhe: "I'll transfer you another sum of money."

Song Xinya tilted her head, looking at him with pitiful eyes: "I already said I had enough, why are you still giving me more?"

Qin Yuhe: "Because my wife is too virtuous. Even when she has no money to spend, she says she does."

Song Xinya smiled and pursed her lips. Today, she had spent almost all of the eleven million yuan she had, leaving her with very little. He still praised her for being virtuous.

He was sitting on the bed, and she was squatting between his legs, resting her chin on his thigh, looking at him with her bright, sparkling eyes: "Mr. Qin, do you have to spoil me like this?"

Qin Yuhe: "I didn't spoil you much, I just gave you some money to spend."

Song Xinya: "..." What kind of answer is that!

She leaned down on his thigh and bit him: "Say you spoil me, hurry up and say it, or I'll bite your thigh again."

Qin Yuhe gently patted her head: "I'll spoil you."

Song Xinya kissed his thigh: "mua".

Qin Yuhe: "Now can you tell me what that very special gift is?"

"Okay," Song Xinya coughed twice and said, "The gift is..."

"Egg-shaped bag".

Qin Yuhe: "???"

Song Xinya: "An indecent version of underwear, only covering the balls, everything else is exposed, like a ball pocket."