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

Qin Yuhe grabbed Song Tingye by the neck and, like lifting a chick, tossed Song Tingye from the sofa onto a solid wood chair.

Song Tingye's buttocks collided violently with the chair.

The pain made him leap up from the chair like a rocket.

"Brother-in-law, please respect my butt, don't mistreat it!"

Qin Yuhe picked up an alcohol-based disinfectant wipe, slowly wiped his hands, and touched his neck, seemingly disgusted.

"Don't worry, I have no grudge against your butt and have no ill intentions towards it."

Song Tingye: "I was just having a nice chat with my friends, why did you suddenly yell at me?"

Qin Yuhe's sharp gaze swept from Song Tingye over Qin Yuyan, Song Tingyou, and Jin Ruizhi.

"You guys are really something, chatting for ages about a stray cat in heat."

Qin Yuyan, Song Tingyou, and Jin Ruizhi lowered their heads.

Song Tingye, oblivious to the danger, said, "Why can't we talk about stray cats in heat? That little stray cat has a really nice meow, I'm just interested, what's wrong with talking about it?"

Qin Yuhe: "So interested in stray cats getting into heat? What, are you getting into heat yourself?"

Song Tingye: "Brother-in-law, 'getting into heat' is a term used to describe animals."

Qin Yuhe: "So describing you isn't quite right."

Song Tingye looked to Song Xinya for help: "Sister, brother-in-law called me an animal."

Song Xinya: "You deserve it!"

Song Tingye: "My God, did I break some heavenly law today? Why are you all targeting me like this?"

Qin Yuhe: "We'll do twenty sets of Chinese language practice tests today!"

Song Xinya: "Practice calligraphy for another two hundred pages!"

Qin Yuhe: "No beef allowed for a month if you don't finish this!"

Song Xinya: "If you don't finish training for three months, you'll be eating grass!"

"Ugh, I can't live like this anymore!" Song Tingye gripped a non-existent sword and made a stabbing motion towards his own chest: "Pfft—, I'm dead!"

After Qin Yuhe and Song Xinya made an example of them, the remaining three children walked on thin ice, trembling with fear and not daring to speak.

When the steaks were served at breakfast, Song Tingye, fearing he wouldn't get any meat, grabbed a tomahawk steak in each hand, ran to the bedroom, locked the door, and started stuffing large mouthfuls into his mouth.

The dinner table was quiet.

Qin Yuyan, Song Tingyou, and Jin Ruizhi were so nervous that they almost ate the pot while chewing very quietly.

After the meal, Song Xinya took Song Tingyou to handle the household registration and ID card matters.

At the police station's household registration window, Song Xinya and Song Tingyou sat on chairs waiting for their number to be called.

He looked up and around, and saw Zhang Yingying at the place where ID photos were taken.

Zhang Yingying looks very different today than usual.

She was carrying an expensive Hermès bag.

She wore a pair of black rhinestone-studded high heels and a white fitted dress. Her hair was dyed a soft tea brown, with half of it tied up and the other half hanging down, giving her an overall gentle and elegant look.

The makeup is also very fresh and sheer, the kind of nude makeup that is very popular now. It looks like you're not wearing any makeup, but in fact every feature of your face has been carefully made up.

Song Xinya could tell that Zhang Yingying had dressed up carefully today.

Zhang Yingying has always taken the idea of ​​"women dressing up for their lovers" to the extreme.

Song Xinya looked around at her. She was dressed up so nicely today, so she must have come with a man.

The expensive Hermès bag she was carrying must have been a gift from that man.

Song Xinya glanced around, examining all the men around Zhang Yingying, but there wasn't a rich young master or wealthy man who could afford to give her a Hermes bag.

The ID photo was taken in a small room.

Zhang Yingying stood at the door, peering inside repeatedly.

Song Xinya looked into the door and only saw a camera.

The man was sitting opposite her, but from her angle, she couldn't see who he was.

Judging from Zhang Yingying's attentive, expectant, and shy expression, that man must be a wealthy young man from a prominent family.

The sound of numbers being called rang out in the hall. Song Tingyou nudged Song Xinya, saying, "Sister, they're calling us."

Song Xinya withdrew her gaze, stood up, and walked towards the counter.

The staff gave her a form, and she lowered her head, took a pen, and filled in the information.

The man who had finished taking photos came out of the small room.

He is tall with long legs, thick eyebrows, a high nose, and a sharply defined profile, making him very handsome.

Among his facial features, his peach blossom eyes were particularly outstanding, dark and deep, like a pool of water.

A natural air of nobility.

He exudes a mature, calm, refined, and gentle demeanor.

Unlike Qin Yuhe's elegant, aloof, and distant demeanor, this man seemed more easygoing, approachable, and friendly.

When Zhang Yingying saw him come out, she quickly went over to him and said in a soft, coquettish voice, "Young Master Han."

Han Jingyi gave a polite smile: "Sorry to keep you waiting."

Zhang Yingying looked at her and smiled charmingly: "Since you know I've been waiting for so long, Mr. Han, please treat me to dinner this Saturday."

Han Jingyi: "Okay, you take a day off from work to come with me to get my ID card. I need to treat you to a meal."

Zhang Yingying: "It's nothing, Mr. Han, you don't need to worry about it. You just came back from abroad and are not very familiar with the domestic environment. The Han family and the Song family are old friends. My father told me to spend more time with you."

A flicker of emotion crossed Han Jingyi's usually calm face when the Song family was mentioned.

He is thirty years old this year, five years older than Song Xinya. He held Song Xinya in her swaddling clothes when she was just born.

Children love to play with older brothers and sisters. When she was little, Song Xinya often followed behind him like a little shadow, calling him "brother, brother."

It can be said that Song Xinya grew up following in his footsteps.

The Song family arranged for someone from their household to accompany him. According to the order of kinship, it should have been Song Xinya, who had known him since childhood, who accompanied him.

Why did the Song family arrange for this stepdaughter to accompany him?

A fleeting doubt crossed Han Jingyi's mind, but he maintained a polite and gentle demeanor.

Zhang Yingying accompanied him as they walked outside.

Standing next to a handsome young nobleman, she felt smug and that her own status had become more elevated.

She had no hope of marrying Qin Yuhe anymore. Han Jingyi came from a prominent family, so she changed her target and was now determined to marry Han Jingyi.

When a handsome man and a beautiful woman walk together, they always attract attention, and people passing by all look at Zhang Yingying and Han Jingyi.

Zhang Yingying enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention, and looked at the women around her with a sense of superiority.

Her gaze paused abruptly when it landed on the counter.

Song Xinya!

What is she doing at the police station?!

I keep running into her here; this woman is like a persistent ghost!

The sense of superiority in Zhang Yingying's eyes turned into panic and worry.

You absolutely must not let Song Xinya and Han Jingyi meet!

Zhang Yingying was filled with vigilance and alertness. She quickened her pace and led Han Jingyi outside.

Han Jingyi's gaze swept across the hall, landing on a slender, graceful figure at the counter.

His gaze lingered on that retreating figure for a moment.

A sense of familiarity washed over me.

Song Xinya?

Han Jingyi smiled faintly. It shouldn't be. In his memory, Song Xinya was a round and chubby girl.

Round and chubby, so cute, like a Tang Dynasty terracotta figurine.

Han Jingyi shifted his gaze from the slender, graceful figure to the entrance of the police station, and strode out.

As Song Xinya was filling out the form, she heard Song Tingyou exclaim "Wow!"

It seems I've witnessed something truly amazing.

Song Xinya continued writing, head bowed, and asked, "So surprised, did you see a monkey?"

Song Tingyou: "I didn't see any monkeys, but I saw a very handsome guy."

Song Xinya: "How handsome?"

Song Tingyou: "Besides my brother-in-law, I've never seen such a handsome man."

Men who can be compared to Qin Yuhe are extremely rare.

Song Xinya looked up and towards the door, where she saw a man in a dark gray suit.

The neatly pressed suit accentuated his broad shoulders, and the formal attire accentuated his tall and upright figure. His steps were steady, and his demeanor was outstanding.

Even from behind, one can sense that he has an extraordinary appearance.

Song Tingyou: "Sister, didn't you see? That man is incredibly handsome."

Song Xinya: "If I didn't see it, I didn't see it. What does it matter? In my heart, my husband is the most handsome."

She handed the completed form to the police officer on duty.

The police officer asked, "Are you Song Tingyou's mother?"

Song Xinya: "No."

Police officer: "Household registration is now strictly controlled. If you want to activate a household registration that has not been used for a long time, the child's parents need to be present."

Song Xinya: "The child's mother is gone."

Police officer: "Then let her father come."

Regardless of whether Song Xuanli is willing to come today, even if he is, he will negotiate with Song Xinya and demand benefits and advantages.

Song Xinya asked, "I'm Song Tingyou's older sister. She lives with me. Can I come instead of her father?"

Police officer: "No, from a legal point of view, her father is her guardian, not you."

How ridiculous! Her legal biological father ignores her completely, and her older sister has been searching for and protecting her, yet she is not qualified to activate her household registration.

Song Tingyou anxiously told the police, "My father has never cared about me. He doesn't care about me and has no feelings for me. I don't care about him either, and I have no feelings for him. My sister loves me very much. She has been looking for me and buying me pretty clothes and delicious food. In my heart, my sister is like my mother."

"Officer, please, please do us a favor."

Police officer: "I'm sorry, it's not that I'm deliberately making things difficult for you. This is the procedure, and I have to follow it. If you want to activate the household registration, your father needs to come."

Behind the counter, the door to an office opened, and a middle-aged man walked in.

When the police officer on duty saw the middle-aged man approaching, he immediately stood up, his face respectful, and asked, "Chief, what brings you here?"

The middle-aged man looked at Song Xinya, bowed respectfully, and called out, "Mrs. Qin."

Song Xinya raised an eyebrow in surprise.

The middle-aged man sat in the chair: "Mrs. Qin, I'm here to activate your account."

Those so-called necessary procedures become unnecessary in the face of power and are all omitted.

Song Tingyou's household registration was processed quickly.

While Song Tingyou was taking photos in the small room, Song Xinya made a phone call to Qin Yuhe.

Did you help me today?

Qin Yuhe: "Otherwise, what else could it be? The police station chief is no relative of you, sitting peacefully in his office, and suddenly he runs out, risking investigation by skipping necessary procedures, and selflessly gets things done for you?"

She knew it was him helping her.

After all, he's the only one with that ability.

Song Xinya: "Thank you."

Qin Yuhe: "You're too kind, Mrs. Qin."

Song Xinya asked, "I'm going to the supermarket later, what would you like to eat?"

Qin Yuhe: "Next."

Song Xinya blushed and said, "Get lost."

Qin Yuhe: "How dare you speak like that?"

Song Xinya: "You started being inappropriate."

Qin Yuhe: "I said I wanted to eat the noodles you made, is that wrong?"

Song Xinya: "Then don't omit anything, say the whole word."

Qin Yuhe said, enunciating each word clearly, "I want to eat the noodles you made."

Song Xinya's ears burned: "Okay, I got it, I'll make you some noodles."

She asked with concern, "Did you get scar removal treatment on your palms today?"

Qin Yuhe: "I'll go, but I won't forget, because I want my hand to heal as soon as possible so I can play the piano for you."

Song Xinya felt every cell in her ear tremble with pleasure.

The two didn't chat for long. After hanging up the phone, Song Tingyou finished taking the photos and came out.

Song Xinya led Song Tingyou to the supermarket.

Song Tingyou strolled through the snack section, while Song Xinya pushed a shopping cart and selected vegetables.

A little boy, about three years old, was running around in the crowd and bumped into Song Xinya's shopping cart.

The little boy opened his mouth and cried loudly, tears and snot streaming down his face.

The crowd quickly gathered around.

"This little baby is crying so pitifully."

"Whose child is this?"

"What happened?"

"Perhaps the woman pushing the shopping cart bumped into the child."

The crowd was pushed apart, and a middle-aged woman rushed over.

She held the wailing little boy in her arms, glaring fiercely at Song Xinya: "You're a grown adult, and you can't even watch where you're going! You bumped into my son's head!"

Those around them joined in the condemnation.

"You're not watching where you're going. Were you just playing on your phone?"

"Look at her, she bumped into that little boy's head and it's all red."

"Ma'am, you should apologize to this little boy and his mother right away."

Listening to the cacophony of voices, Song Xinya found it all absurd and laughable: "Everyone, have you ever heard the saying, 'Don't comment without knowing the whole story'?"

"You haven't even figured out the facts, yet you expect me to apologize? That's too hasty."

The little boy's mother said, "What facts? What facts do you want? The fact is you weren't watching where you were going and bumped into my son, injuring him. I was thinking that if you apologized, the matter would be over, but seeing your attitude now, your lack of remorse and your stubborn refusal to admit guilt, I must demand medical expenses and compensation for emotional distress!"

Those around him: "Yes, they'll lose money."

"The other kid's head is all red, you have to compensate at least two of them."

The child's mother reached out her hand to Song Xinya: "Are you paying in cash or by scanning a QR code?"

Song Xinya: "I choose not to give anything."

The "righteous people" around started talking again.

"That woman is really unreasonable; she doesn't make any sense at all."

"She hit someone's child and is still so self-righteous. This woman has a problem with her values."

"She's so beautiful, I never expected her to be so morally corrupt."

While everyone was blaming Song Xinya, a deep, steady voice said, "It's not her fault. She didn't do anything. The little boy ran into her shopping cart while he was running around."

Song Xinya looked toward the sound, her gaze slightly startled.

Han Jingyi!

Isn't he abroad?

Song Xinya believes that her appearance and figure have changed a lot. When Song Xuanli, Li Cuirou, and Zhang Yingying first saw her, none of them recognized her at a glance.

Han Jingyi now sees her as if she were a complete stranger.

For a moment, Song Xinya didn't know how to greet this older brother she had known since childhood.

The little boy's mother's voice rang out: "Who are you? What makes you think my son hit him? Do you have any proof?"

Han Jingyi took out his phone: "Coincidentally, I haven't been back to China for many years, and I'm finding the bustling scene in the supermarket quite interesting. I was recording a video and captured the moment your son bumped into the shopping cart."

He pulled up the video and played it for everyone to see.

The video clearly shows that Song Xinya did nothing; the little boy was just running around and bumped into her.

Knowing she was in the wrong, the little boy's mother apologized to Song Xinya and sheepishly ran away with her son.

After being humiliated on the spot, the so-called "righteous people" around them apologized to Song Xinya and left in embarrassment.

Song Xinya thanked Han Jingyi.

As she pushed her shopping cart to leave, Han Jingyi looked at her face and said, "Long time no see, Song Xinya."

She stopped abruptly, looking at him in surprise: "You recognized me?"

Han Jingyi: "I've watched you grow up since you were little. You've followed me around calling me 'brother' for so many years. How could I not recognize you?"

He looked her up and down, his gaze gentlemanly, restrained, and not blatant: "You've changed a lot in the years I haven't seen you."

Song Xinya: "The changes are indeed quite significant. I've lost weight and become much thinner."

Not knowing what to talk about for a moment, she joked, "Girls change a lot as they grow up, haven't I become prettier?"

Han Jingyi smiled faintly: "You've always been beautiful."

Song Xinya: "Huh?"

She used to weigh 180 pounds, and everyone said she was fat and called her "Piggy Hero".

She asked uncertainly, "Was I pretty when I weighed 180 pounds?"

Han Jingyi's face was gentle and refined: "Women have their own beauty, whether they are plump or thin. You are just a different kind of beauty. Whether you are plump or thin, you are beautiful."

He asked, "Long time no see, Jingyi, would you like to grab a coffee?"

When she was little, she would follow him around every day, calling him "Brother Jingyi".

Just as Song Xinya was about to answer "okay," her phone rang.

She looked down and saw that it was Qin Yuhe calling.