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

Song Xinya and Han Jingyi agreed to meet at 2 PM.

She arrived at the coffee shop at three o'clock in the afternoon.

When Song Xinya pushed open the door of the coffee shop, her eyes quickly scanned the inside.

By the window, the warm sunlight streamed in through the stained glass, casting large, bright patches of light on the floor.

The gleaming white floor reflected sunlight, illuminating the face and body of the man sitting by the window.

As if bathed in soft light, the light accentuated the man's handsome features and extraordinary bearing, giving him a breathtakingly beautiful appearance.

Song Xinya walked towards him: "Brother Jingyi."

Han Jingyi's usually reserved eyes brightened, a cheerful light appearing between his brows: "Finally, it's here."

Song Xinya was wearing a dress and high heels, and because she was late, she walked hurriedly.

Han Jingyi: "Walk slowly, don't rush, be careful not to fall."

Song Xinya walked to the table, and Han Jingyi stood up, walked to her side, and pulled out a chair for her with great gentlemanly manners.

Song Xinya sat down apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm late."

Han Jingyi sat opposite him. After waiting for two hours, he said, "Don't feel bad. I'm late too. I just arrived."

Song Xinya asked in surprise, "Really?"

Han Jingyi: "I had some work to do, so I'm late."

He called over the waiter: "Coffee and dessert are ready."

A coconut latte with 50% sugar was served, with a slice of strawberry cake next to it.

Song Xinya picked up her coffee and took a sip, but didn't touch the strawberry cake next to her.

Han Jingyi glanced at him and said, "I remember you like strawberry cake."

I'll always remember.

"Have your tastes changed?"

Song Xinya: No, I still like to eat it now. But before I came here, I had already eaten a whole strawberry cake that my husband bought when I was at home.

Han Jingyi's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he hummed softly.

He wanted to talk to her about her life these past few years, whether she was doing well, how her work was going, and how her grandmother's health was recovering. But before he could ask, he heard her cut to the chase: "Brother Jingyi, didn't you say you wanted to see me about something? What is it?"

She seemed to be in a hurry and didn't want to chat with him.

Han Jingyi picked up a beautifully wrapped shopping bag that was next to him and placed it in her hand: "I brought you a gift when I came back from abroad. I haven't had a chance to give it to you before."

Song Xinya opened the packaging bag and saw that it was a Hermes bag.

It's a different style from the one Zhang Yingying carried yesterday.

Song Xinya: "He gives away Hermes bags so casually, Jingyi is still so generous."

Han Jingyi: "I didn't just give it to you randomly. The reason I gave you this gift is because I remember you said when you were little that when you grew up, started working, and started earning money, you would buy a high-end Hermes bag to carry."

Song Xinya tried hard to search her past memories: "Did I say that?"

Han Jingyi: "I did say that."

Song Xinya thought about it carefully again, racking her brains, looking very hard.

Han Jingyi looked at her tightly furrowed brows: "If you can't remember, then don't think about it. Just remember it."

"Oh—" Song Xinya's tightly furrowed brows relaxed.

She politely thanked him, saying, "Brother Jingyi, I really like the gift you gave me. Thank you for your thoughtfulness."

Han Jingyi responded, but he didn't see any excitement or surprise in her eyes.

Song Xinya: "Did you contact me just to bring me a gift?"

The gift was merely a vehicle for conveying his feelings, an excuse for him to see her.

Given her current married status and their age, it's no longer appropriate for him to say things like "I miss you" or "I want to see you" when he wants to see her.

When he was little, if he wanted to see her, he would go to her immediately, and his reason was very straightforward: "Little sister Xin Xin, I missed you, so I came to see you."

He's still willing to say these things now, but it's no longer appropriate for him to say them.

Everyone says that the adult world is not as simple as it was when we were children. Sometimes, it's because the adult world is not suitable for simplicity.

In the adult world, sometimes, being naive is a sign of being impolite and lacking tact.

Han Jingyi replied, "I brought gifts for everyone when I came back. I've already sent them to everyone else, but yours hasn't arrived yet, so I thought I'd send it to you today."

Song Xinya: "Brother Jingyi is so considerate. He is always so thoughtful and takes care of everyone."

Han Jingyi lowered his head and took a small sip of coffee.

Song Xinya thought he had finished saying what he wanted to say, so she began to explain why she had chosen to come to the appointment and what she wanted to tell him.

"Jingyi, you're studying for your medical doctorate in Germany. What's your major?"

Han Jingyi: "Cardiovascular surgery, or cardiac surgery for short."

Song Xinya gave a deflated "Oh".

Seeing her droopy eyes, Han Jingyi thought of a dejected kitten, smiled, and asked, "You seem very disappointed."

He asked in a lighthearted, joking tone, "Is Xin Xin worried that studying this major is too hard for me?"

Song Xinya: "No, my husband's palm was burned. I was thinking that since you studied burns, I'd like you to take a look at my husband."

Han Jingyi's eyelashes trembled, and the fingers holding the coffee cup shook violently.

Song Xinya thought of the scars on Qin Yuhe's palms. Such beautiful hands, yet his palms were covered in scars.

That's just how people are; they only care about those they like, and only care about those they like.

Song Xinya asked, "Brother Jingyi, your family is a medical family. You not only own the most famous private hospital in the country, but also the largest medical device company in the country, controlling the best medical resources in the country. Could you ask around for my husband if there's any way to remove the scar on his palm?"

Han Jingyi's lowered eyelids concealed the emotions in his eyes, and his shoulders were slightly tense. If Song Xinya looked closely, she could see that he looked lonely at this moment.

Song Xinya was looking at him at the moment, but her mind was not on him. She was thinking about Qin Yuhe, so she did not notice Han Jingyi's loneliness.

She only noticed that he didn't answer her for a long time.

Is he unable to find a way to remove his scars?

Or is it that he doesn't want to help her husband?

If it was unwilling, Song Xinya felt that this was not his style.

The man she knew, Jingyi, was a gentle, upright, and helpful person. He was so kind that he would visit the welfare home every week to help orphans without parents and had been sponsoring children in impoverished areas for many years, helping them realize their dreams of going to university and providing them with tuition and living expenses.

Such a kind person would extend a helping hand to strangers, so how could she not want to help her husband?

Song Xinya didn't understand and was very anxious.

Why is he not saying anything?

After a moment of silence, Han Jingyi looked up, gazed at Song Xinya with a deep and focused look, and replied earnestly, "Okay, I'll help your husband."