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

The moment Song Xinya saw Qin Yuhe's phone number, her heart skipped a beat.

At the same time, Han Jingyi was also looking at the phone in her hand.

On the screen, the three characters "Qin Yuhe" shone brightly.

Song Xinya looked at Han Jingyi across from her and said, "I'll take this call first."

Han Jingyi turned his back to the other person in a gentlemanly manner, walked two meters forward, respecting the other person's privacy and not eavesdropping on their conversation.

Song Xinya pressed the answer button, and Qin Yuhe's voice came through: "Are you at the supermarket?"

Song Xinya: "Yes."

Her soft voice held a hint of probing: "Why did you call me?"

Qin Yuhe: "Judging from what you're saying, it seems like you don't want me to call you right now."

Song Xinya's heart skipped a beat: "I didn't."

Qin Yuhe: "What are you doing right now?"

Song Xinya: "I'm buying tomatoes so I can make you tomato beef noodles when we get home."

Qin Yuhe hummed in agreement, not delving any further into the matter, and said, "I called to tell you that I need to buy a bottle of lubricant."

Song Xinya didn't react for a moment: "What lubricant?"

Qin Yuhe: "What do you think? We can't just buy lubricant for bicycle chains."

Song Xinya suddenly realized what kind of lubricant he wanted her to buy.

She glanced around; thankfully, she hadn't spoken too loudly.

She covered her mouth and whispered, "Why would I buy that thing?"

Qin Yuhe: "You said you were in pain last night, so I wanted to reduce your discomfort."

Song Xinya: "If you want to reduce my discomfort, then stop fiddling with me."

Qin Yuhe: "If I don't manipulate you, you'll feel even more uncomfortable."

Song Xinya: "…………You!"

"I understand, I will buy it."

After hanging up the phone, Song Xinya glanced around, but no one was looking in her direction.

She immediately straightened her back.

It's just lubricant. What couple doesn't use these kinds of sex toys? She didn't buy it for a man other than her husband, so what's there to be ashamed of?

Song Xinya tilted her head back, looking completely normal.

Two meters away, Han Jingyi saw Song Xinya hang up the phone and walked towards her: "Finished the call?"

Song Xinya: "It's over."

Han Jingyi: "I just checked the map, and there's a European-style cafe about 500 meters from here that serves chocolate mousse and cheesecake. Shall we go sit down for a bit?"

Song Xinya: "Excuse me, Brother Jingyi, I'm not available today."

Han Jingyi: "Are you busy with something?"

Song Xinya: I need to go buy lubricant.

She said, "I have some work-related matters to attend to."

Han Jingyi followed up with a question: "Was that your colleague calling you just now?"

"no……"

Song Xinya looked into his eyes and said, "Brother Jingyi, I'm married. My husband just called me."

Han Jingyi was stunned, his heart felt as if it had been hit by a dull thud.

People came and went all around, turning into blurry, indistinct shadows.

His mind went blank, his thoughts went blank.

Fortunately, the refinement of a noble family scion, ingrained in him since birth, allowed him to maintain his composure in the face of any unexpected event. After a brief moment of shock, he regained his senses.

"You're married..."

It sounded like a murmur, or a question of disbelief.

Song Xinya replied to him, "My husband and I have already registered our marriage at the Civil Affairs Bureau."

Han Kyung-yi: "Why weren't you told?"

What's their relationship? He's not her biological brother, so why does she have to tell him?

Realizing he had gone too far, Han Jingyi said, "What I mean is, why didn't the Song family inform me about something as important as your marriage?"

Song Xinya: "Because I'm not important in the eyes of the Song family."

Han Jingyi's heart clenched, and his eyes were filled with guilt as he looked at her: "I'm sorry, Xin Xin, I couldn't always be by your side to protect you."

Song Xinya smiled lazily: "Brother Jingyi, you don't need to apologize to me. You don't owe me anything. This is my own life path, and you have your own life path to walk."

"Speaking of which, I want to thank you. Before you went to Germany to pursue your medical doctorate, you left me some money. It was with this money that I was able to complete my university studies, support my younger brother, and pay for my grandmother's medical treatment."

"Brother Jingyi, I'm really grateful to you."

Han Jingyi looked at Song Xinya with a complicated expression: "Is he good to you?"

he?

Song Xinya realized that "he" referred to Qin Yuhe.

She replied, "My husband is very good to me. I am very happy when I am with him. Seeing him makes me happy. He is a very outstanding person. Sometimes when I am with him, I feel a sense of insecurity. I imagine hiding him in the most secret corner of the world, like a squirrel hiding nuts, so that only I can see him."

Han Jingyi gazed intently at Song Xinya's face, taking in every expression.

When she spoke of that man, her face was filled with a sweet smile, and her eyes sparkled as if stars had fallen into them.

He had watched her grow up since she was a child, and he had never seen her show such a tender and affectionate expression when she mentioned someone.

She really liked that man.

Han Jingyi listened carefully to her recounting the story of that man, word by word.

He said to her, "Xin Xin, congratulations."

Song Xinya: "Thank you, Brother Jingyi."

The two hadn't seen each other for many years, and Han Jingyi originally had a lot to say to Song Xinya, but at this moment, he suddenly lost the desire to speak.

They lost the desire to communicate about anything.

The two of them were speechless for a moment.

The sound of high heels approached rapidly. Zhang Yingying ran to Han Jingyi's side and leaned towards him, saying, "Young Master Han, what are you doing here?"

Han Jingyi: "I saw the figure of an old friend and came looking for him."

Zhang Yingying looked at Song Xinya with wary eyes, then turned to Han Jingyi and said, "Young Master Han, you don't know, Song Xinya is already married."

She turned to look at Song Xinya again: "Why didn't you tell Young Master Han that you're married? Pretending to be single when you're already married is immoral."

Just as Song Xinya opened her mouth to speak, Han Jingyi said, "Xin Xin is not pretending to be single when she is already married. She has already told me about her marriage. Miss Zhang, you are making unfounded assumptions about Xin Xin without knowing the truth of the matter. Please apologize to Xin Xin."

Zhang Yingying was startled, then turned to Han Jingyi and said in a coquettish tone, "Young Master Han~"

Han Jingyi: "Apologize."

Zhang Yingying's expression was stiff.

Now that she was focused on marrying Han Jingyi, she naturally didn't want to ruin her image in front of him, so she obediently lowered her head and said, "Song Xinya, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you. I'm sorry. You've always been magnanimous, so you shouldn't hold this against me, right?"

Song Xinya smiled slightly: "Even if I don't forgive you, it doesn't stop me from being a magnanimous person. Don't try to morally blackmail me, because you have no morals, so you can't blackmail me."

She waved to Han Jingyi: "Brother Jingyi, I'm leaving now. Let's talk again when we have time."

Han Jingyi looked at her and said, "My number hasn't changed all these years. Call me if you need anything."

Song Xinya replied, "Okay."

Han Jingyi knew she was just being polite, because he had said the same thing to her before he went abroad, and she had agreed. But in the years since he went abroad, she had never called him to ask for his help.

She is a very independent person with a stable core, self-respect and self-love. She likes to face various problems alone and can solve them on her own.

Seeing Han Jingyi staring at Song Xinya's back, Zhang Yingying sniffed and said in a soft, weak voice, "Young Master Han, Song Xinya was so fierce just now. I was so scared that I didn't dare to say a word."

Han Jingyi: "I don't think she said anything harsh; what she said made a lot of sense."

Zhang Yingying's attacks missed one after another, and she pouted.

Han Jingyi walked forward to buy some household items.

Zhang Yingying followed up: "Young Master Han, I'm the best at picking out home furnishings, let me help you choose~"

After buying her things, Song Xinya met up with Song Tingyou in the snack section, and the two of them went to pay together.

Next to the cashier, there is a shelf with items like chewing gum, chocolate, and condoms.

Because she had a minor sister with her, Song Xinya didn't keep her eyes glued to the shelves; she just glanced at them quickly.

His eyes suddenly lit up.

There is lubricant!

Of course, she couldn't buy adult products in front of her sister. Song Xinya said to Song Tingyou, "Youyou, I'm suddenly a little thirsty. Go get me a bottle of jasmine tea."

"Okay," Song Tingyou turned and walked into the supermarket to get jasmine tea.

Song Xinya reached for a bottle of lubricant: "Check, please!"

The female cashier glanced up at her, and knowing exactly what to do, quickly processed the lubricant payment separately for her.

Song Xinya reached into her pocket and put the lubricant in. When Song Tingyou returned, she saw Song Xinya slowly and elegantly paying for the fruits and vegetables.

The two of them pushed their groceries out of the supermarket when Song Xinya's phone rang.

Qin Yuhe: [Did you buy lubricant?]

Song Xinya: [Did not buy]

Qin Yuhe: [How about we use peanut butter instead tonight?]

Song Xinya was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what he was talking about, and her face turned bright red.

[I don't want to smear peanut butter on myself!]

Qin Yuhe: [You don't like peanut butter? How about blueberry jam? Orange marmalade? Butter? Sesame oil? Olive oil? Choose one of the five.]

Song Xinya's face turned even redder.

Good heavens, what kind of game is this?!

Peanut butter, blueberry jam, orange marmalade, butter, sesame oil, olive oil... you can use these for fun too!

[Qin Yuhe, you're a pervert!]

They couldn't continue their conversation that day. With pedestrians constantly passing by, Song Xinya was worried that someone might see what she and Qin Yuhe were saying.

Their conversations were very "deep," extremely "deep."

After putting her phone back in her bag, Song Xinya continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.

She heard Song Tingyou ask, "Sister, why is your face so red?"

Song Xinya: "It's hot."

Song Tingyou: "It's not hot at all. The temperature in the mall is set really low, I actually feel cold."

Looking at Song Xinya's flushed face, she asked with concern, "Sister, do you have a fever?"

Song Xinya: "Yes, I'm sick because of your persistent questioning, you little brat."

Song Tingyou dared not ask any more questions.

The two sisters walked onto the escalator and disappeared.

At the supermarket checkout counter, Han Jingyi stared blankly at the elevator entrance.

Standing behind him, Zhang Yingying pointed to a row of shelves next to the cashier: "Young Master Han, look, this area used to be neatly arranged, but now there's a gap."

Han Jingyi's gaze swept across the row of lubricating oil and he saw a gap in the middle.

Adults know what this thing is for.

He didn't want to discuss such adult topics with Zhang Yingying.

It goes far beyond the scope of friends.

That's too ambiguous.

Han Jingyi glanced at him briefly, without replying.

Zhang Yingying said to herself, "Just now, I saw Song Xinya take a bottle."

After she finished speaking, she observed Han Jingyi's expression.

His handsome face remained calm and serene, showing no signs of change.

Zhang Yingying felt that she couldn't quite figure out what he was thinking.

Before Song Xuanli and Li Cuirou arranged for her to accompany Han Jingyi, they specifically told her that Han Jingyi and Song Xinya had a very good relationship. They had a childhood friendship and the kindness of an older person protecting and caring for a younger person.

Zhang Yingying thought, in this world, what kind of pure friendship is there between men and women?

There are plenty of girls who grew up with Han Jingyi, and plenty of girls younger than him. Why doesn't he protect and take care of others?

Regardless of Han Jingyi's feelings for Song Xinya, Zhang Yingying felt uneasy.

Because of Han Jingyi's good deeds, she didn't benefit from them.

Zhang Yingying added, "Young Master Han, Song Xinya and her husband have a very good relationship; she really likes her husband."

Han Jingyi placed the items from the shopping cart one by one onto the checkout counter with a calm expression.

"She has already told me about this."

Zhang Yingying: "A man as outstanding as her husband would be loved by any woman. Any woman would cherish and nurture her marriage if she could marry such an excellent man."

Han Jingyi reached for a shopping bag and asked, "Who is her husband?"

Zhang Yingying: "Qin Yuhe."

"Young Master Han, you live abroad most of the year, do you know Qin Yuhe?"

Han Jingyi: "In the elite circles of Beijing, no one is unaware of Qin Yuhe."

Zhang Yingying: "Yes, someone as distinguished as him is not only handsome, but also so capable. Before he was even eighteen, he had already taken over the family business while still in high school. Under his leadership, the Qin Group is thriving and at its zenith."

Han Jingyi had a blank expression, kept his head down, his long eyelashes casting a shadow, and his hands were methodically arranging items, his every move calm and elegant.

He categorized the scanned items into different bags: toiletries in one bag, kitchen and bathroom supplies in another, and household cleaning supplies in yet another. His meticulous organization, evident in every detail, reveals a person with refined taste and a strong emphasis on quality of life.

He said, "Qin Yuhe is indeed very outstanding."

Zhang Yingying observed his face and thought to herself, "This man is quite generous; he even praised Qin Yuhe."

Han Jingyi packed all the items into bags and pushed the shopping cart forward.

Zhang Yingying walked beside him and asked meaningfully, "Mr. Han, I noticed you bought plates and bowls. At home, do you usually cook, or does your girlfriend cook?"

Han Jingyi: "I'm single, and I cook for myself."

Having gotten the information out of her, Zhang Yingying grinned.

Han Jingyi was well aware of her little tricks, but there was nothing to hide about his single status, nor did he need to conceal it from anyone.

Zhang Yingying followed him toward the escalator, saying excitedly, "I'm single too."

"Single people like us spend our nights all alone."

"Hey, look at Song Xinya, she even bought lubricant. She's definitely going to have a hot and exciting night with her husband tonight."