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

Song Xinya led Song Tingyou home.

Song Tingye walked towards the two of them: "Have Youyou's household registration and ID card been processed?"

Song Tingyou: "My brother-in-law helped, so of course it was done well."

Song Tingye: "Although my brother-in-law is ruthless and punishes people without batting an eye, like a stinking rock in a latrine, cold and hard, he can get things done when it matters."

Qin Yuhe walked out of the study: "Song Tingye, you eat and drink my food every day, and you still talk about me behind my back. Even a snake I raise knows how to be grateful more than you."

Song Tingye shrank back, his eyes filled with terror: "Ahhh, um, brother-in-law, why are you out here?"

Qin Yuhe: "If I hadn't come out, how could I have heard you calling me a stinking rock in a latrine behind my back?"

Song Tingye's legs went weak, and he slid to his knees, grabbing Qin Yuhe's leg and crying, "Brother-in-law, I love you!"

Qin Yuhe: "I don't believe it."

Song Tingye: "Really, brother-in-law, I've never loved a man this much before. You're the first!"

Qin Yuhe: "Your love is like a stinking rock in a latrine, hard and cold."

Song Tingye: "Waaaaaahh ...

Qin Yuhe: "What's the point of just wailing with your mouth wide open? If you're really sincere, squeeze out a few tears for me to see."

That's impossible, he can't squeeze it out. Song Tingye is just pretending to be stupid and trying to get by by playing the victim, but his acting is really bad. He's making faces and his facial features are all over the place.

Qin Yuhe kicked him away: "Don't get my new leather shoes dirty, you stinky rock."

Song Tingye rolled on the spot, doing two somersaults: "Here I go, Old Sun!"

He pointed his arm to the sky, making a flying motion, and ran to the table with a look of relief. He said to his two friends, Qin Yuyan and Jin Ruizhi, who were studying, "I was so scared just now. I thought my brother-in-law was going to punish me. Luckily, I'm very clever and got away with it."

Qin Yuhe's voice sounded from behind: "Do fifty sets of Chinese language tests today."

Song Tingye slammed his head on the table with a thud: "I'm dead! I'm dead! I'm dead!"

To make it seem like "he's really dead," he rolled his eyes wide and stuck out his tongue.

Jin Ruizhi glanced at him indifferently: "You deserve it, who told you to be so foul-mouthed."

Qin Yuyan put her hands on her hips: "You're not allowed to talk about Xiao Ye like that. He's just stupid."

Jin Ruizhi and Qin Yuyan exchanged a glance and mercilessly mocked Song Tingye: "Hahahahahahahahaha."

Song Tingye sat up straight immediately: "You two have really angered me to death."

Thump—Song Xinya pulled a bag of potato chips from her shopping bag and smashed it on Song Tingye's head.

"Can your acting roles be as few as your money? Go do fifty sets of Chinese language exams instead!"

Qin Yuyan picked up the potato chips that had slipped off Song Tingye's head: "Wow, it's my favorite spicy crayfish flavor."

Open the bag and start eating!

Song Tingye: "I'll eat some too. Give me a handful. I traded my life for these potato chips, so I have to taste them."

"I won't give you any. One bag isn't enough for me," Qin Yuyan said, running forward with the potato chips in her arms.

Song Tingye chased after her, grabbed her braid with one hand, and reached into the bag of potato chips with the other, pulling out a handful of chips: "Hahaha, I caught you!"

Qin Yuyan looked at the empty bag and said, "Waaah, you've caught them all, and I have nothing to eat."

Song Tingye grabbed a handful of potato chips and ran forward, with Qin Yuyan chasing after him.

The two of them chased each other, fighting over potato chips.

Qin Yuhe looked at the two people and said, "Did my mother give birth to a mentally challenged child back then?"

Song Xinya: "My mother wasn't much better than your mother; she gave birth to an idiot."

Song Tingyou walked away silently, lest she be reduced to a near-idiot or moron.

Qin Yuhe took the plastic bag from Song Xinya, glanced at the items inside, and asked, "Didn't you buy anything?"

Song Xinya: "I bought it. There were tomatoes in the bag, so I'll make you tomato beef noodles later."

Qin Yuhe chuckled: "The tomato is so big, I'm not blind, how could I not see it?"

He turned his head to look at her, his dark eyes deep: "Playing dumb?"

Who would put lubricant and fruits and vegetables together, even though they both go into the body, they enter at different times?

Song Xinya wasn't thick-skinned enough to put the lubricant in a transparent plastic bag; she couldn't help it, she wasn't as open-minded as President Qin.

She replied, "I forgot."

Break your promise?

Qin Yuhe stared at her for two seconds, then said two words: "It's nothing..."

Song Xinya felt a secret thrill for a moment. Was he not going to mess with her tonight?

While she was making tomato beef noodles in the kitchen, Qin Yuhe was holding a document, leaning against the island counter, looking down at the document.

As Song Xinya turned to grab the tomatoes, her heel stepped on his leather shoe, causing her to stumble and fall to one side.

Qin Yuhe reached out and supported her waist to steady her.

Song Xinya: "Why aren't you in the study looking at the documents?"

Qin Yuhe: "I'll stay with you."

Song Xinya: "Standing here is in the way, I'd rather go to the study."

With a rustling sound, Qin Yuhe tucked away the documents, his sharp eyes fixed on her: "Now you're starting to dislike your own husband?"

Song Xinya smiled, pursed her lips, and poked his chest with her index finger, a blatant provocation: "I dislike you, so what? What can you do to me?"

Qin Yuhe curled his lips into a sneer, reached out, and grabbed her finger that was poking his chest, intending to twist it back and teach her a lesson.

Unexpectedly—

She tiptoed, leaned over, and kissed him on the cheek with a very loud "mua".

Qin Yuhe's action of bending her fingers turned into a grip.

He touched the side of his cheek where she had kissed him with the tip of his tongue: "What's this? A slap followed by a sweet treat?"

Song Xinya looked at him mischievously and smiled, her eyes bright: "Is it not allowed?"

Qin Yuhe reached out and grabbed her front: "Is that not allowed?"

Song Xinya's face turned as red as a tomato.

She lowered her head and muttered softly, "What if my younger siblings see this?"

Qin Yuhe: "You just kissed me, aren't you afraid your younger siblings will see?"

Song Xinya: "How can these be the same?"

Qin Yuhe: "Women can touch men inappropriately, but men can't? This is the 21st century, men and women are equal, sister."

Song Xinya didn't say anything, but took the tomatoes out of the pool and made him tomato beef noodles.

After being caught, he became very well-behaved.

Meanwhile, in the living room, the younger siblings who were doing their test papers only heard a "mua".

Song Tingyou asked innocently, "What's that sound?"

Jin Ruizhi: "The sound of something being chewed by a dog."

Qin Yuyan: "You're not allowed to insult my brother!"

Song Tingye: "Why can't this dog be my sister?"

Qin Yuyan: "Please, I hope your sister gets better."

For dinner, only Qin Yuhe had a bowl of tomato beef noodles in front of him, while the others ate rice.

Song Tingye: "Why is it that only my brother-in-law gets tomato beef noodles? I want to eat them too."

Qin Yuhe: "Do you want to do a hundred sets of Chinese language test papers?"

Song Tingye picked up his chopsticks, bowed respectfully, and handed them to Qin Yuhe with both hands: "Brother-in-law, please eat."

The meal was finished in a harmonious atmosphere.

In the bedroom, Song Xinya, who had finished washing up, sat on the bed when her phone suddenly beeped with a message notification.

Han Jingyi: [Xin Xin, there's something I want to talk to you about. How about we grab a coffee together tomorrow at 2 PM?]

Coincidentally, Song Xinya also had some things she wanted to say to Han Jingyi.

She typed "OK" on the keyboard.

The bedroom door opened, and Qin Yuhe walked in, carrying a bottle of peanut butter...

He looked up at her: [Who are you talking to?]