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

Hearing that Han Jingyi had agreed to help treat Qin Yuhe's hand, Song Xinya's anxious emotions calmed down, and her eyes sparkled with a sweet smile.

"Thank you, Jingyi-ge."

Han Jingyi looked at her face, which was gleaming with the joy of being with another man.

Even though his throat tightened, he still said politely and with good manners, "You're welcome."

Since someone was willing to do such a big favor, Song Xinya naturally wanted to express her gratitude in accordance with social etiquette: "Brother Jingyi, let me treat you to dinner tonight."

Han Kyung-yi: "We haven't had a meal together in a long time. If it's convenient for you, of course we can."

Song Xinya replied, "That's convenient."

Just then, her phone rang; a message had arrived.

Across the table, Han Jingyi glanced at her phone, a fleeting, instinctive look without any ulterior motive or peeping intent. His gaze was restrained and polite as he immediately looked away.

Song Xinya picked up her phone, swiped her finger across the screen, and unlocked it.

Qin Yuhe: [A new Hong Kong-style tea restaurant opened in Wangfujing. I heard their crystal shrimp dumplings are pretty good. Bring me some back.]

Huh—?

Song Xinya was slightly surprised for a moment.

Why did Qin Yuhe suddenly ask her to bring him food back?

This is the first time.

Although Prince Qin was of noble status, he was not picky about food as long as the ingredients were fresh and the flavors were light.

Moreover, he is not a foodie and has no interest in gourmet food; he focuses all his energy on his work.

It's quite unusual for someone to suddenly request a tea restaurant in Wangfujing today.

Song Xinya thought that the crystal shrimp dumplings at that tea restaurant must be exceptionally delicious, which was why Qin Yuhe specifically requested them.

Since he wanted to eat it, her response was naturally: "I'll buy it for you."

Putting her phone back in her bag, Song Xinya looked at Han Jingyi and said, "Brother Jingyi, now I..."

Han Kyung-yi: "You suddenly have some work-related matters to handle?"

To save face for themselves and to consider the feelings of others, people always need to find an excuse for suddenly leaving, rather than simply saying, "I can't have dinner with you tonight because I have to go home and have dinner with my husband."

This is an unspoken, tacit explanation used in adult social interactions.

Song Xinya smiled and replied, "No, that's not what I meant."

Han Jingyi looked surprised.

Song Xinya: "I think we should go have dinner now."

Han Jingyi glanced at his watch; it was 3:30 PM.

He said, "Okay."

Song Xinya asked, "Is there anything you'd like to eat?"

Han Jingyi said, "Sichuan cuisine, or Hunan cuisine."

They are all spicy.

Song Xinya smiled, naturally understanding that he was taking care of her, and said, "Don't just consider my taste. What do you want to eat? I'm treating you to dinner today, so you have to choose the dishes you like."

Han Jingyi: "I can eat both light and spicy food."

Song Xinya: "A new tea restaurant opened in Wangfujing. I heard their crystal shrimp dumplings are pretty good. Shall we go try them?"

A glint of light flashed in Han Jingyi's calm eyes.

He liked Cantonese food, and a sense of joy and anticipation rose in his heart. Could it be that she suggested going to a tea restaurant for crystal shrimp dumplings because she always remembered his taste?

It takes an hour and a half to drive to Wangfujing. When the two of them arrived at the tea restaurant, it was 5 p.m., which wasn't too early for dinner.

The tea restaurant is decorated in a retro Hong Kong style from the 1990s, with beige stone tabletops, diamond-quilted retro leather chairs, and classic color schemes of warm brown, beige and peacock green. It is retro and textured, making you feel like you are in a Hong Kong movie from the 1990s.

The moment I pushed open the door and stepped inside, a wave of steam, a mixture of coffee, milk tea, and butter, hit me, its aroma sweet and enticing.

Although it was only 5 p.m., there were already quite a few people in the store having dinner.

Song Xinya and Han Jingyi sat in a quiet spot against the wall, and she ordered ten servings of crystal shrimp dumplings.

Han Jingyi: "Are you very hungry?"

Song Xinya: "I plan to pack eight portions to take back with me."

Han Jingyi joked, "Eight portions, are you planning to eat leftovers tomorrow?"

Song Xinya: "What do you mean by eating leftovers? My younger brother is at home. There's never enough food, only not enough leftovers."

"My little brother's belly is so loving; it loves everything—sour, sweet, icy, and spicy."

"Others are proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, but my younger brother eats everything that's fried, stir-fried, or deep-fried."

"Some people laugh at my brother for eating too much. It's hilarious. My brother has the capacity to eat as much as a prime minister."

Han Jingyi was amused by her humorous words. His handsome eyebrows and eyes were filled with laughter, exuding a natural charm that was both attractive and eye-catching.

The door to the tea restaurant was pushed open, and a woman in a white dress walked in.

She looked around the hall, her gaze suddenly stopping at the window, where she looked at Han Jingyi with delight.

As Song Xinya was enjoying her crystal shrimp dumplings, she heard rapid footsteps behind her, approaching from a distance and stopping beside her.

"Young Master Han!"

Zhang Yingying looked at Han Jingyi excitedly: "Young Master Han, I came to this restaurant for a meal and just happened to run into you. What a coincidence that we met."

Han Jingyi politely replied, "It is indeed quite a coincidence."

Actually, Zhang Yingying found out that Han Jingyi liked Cantonese cuisine, and also heard that a new tea restaurant had opened in Wangfujing, which was very popular and had excellent food. So she came to this new restaurant specifically to have a "chance encounter".

A sesame seed fell into the eye of a needle, and coincidentally, she happened to be there.

Zhang Yingying: "Young Master Han, since we seem to have such a connection, how about we have dinner together tonight?"

Song Xinya: "Cough."

Zhang Yingying turned her head to look at her side: "You're here too."

Song Xinya: "Today I'm treating Jingyi to dinner."

The subtext is: stay out of the way and don't meddle.

Zhang Yingying: "We're all acquaintances, and you're even my older sister. What's wrong with eating at the same table?"

Song Xinya: "Since I'm your older sister, what's wrong with me spending the money you earn?"

Zhang Yingying scoffed: "Are these two comparable? Nobody's money comes from thin air. Why should I give you the money I earn?"

Song Xinya: "I'll pay for this meal. Why should I treat you to a meal with the money I earned?"

Zhang Yingying covered her mouth and laughed, "You can't even afford to treat me to a meal, Song Xinya, you're so stingy."

Song Xinya: "Since you're so generous, you can pay for this meal."

Zhang Yingying: "Why should I pay? I'm not paying."

Song Xinya covered her mouth and laughed, "Zhang Yingying, you can't even afford to treat me to a meal, you're so stingy."

Zhang Yingying got stabbed on the forehead by a boomerang.

Han Jingyi said calmly, "Ms. Zhang, this is a private meal between Xin Xin and me. I still owe you a meal. Let's meet again when we have time."

This is a tactful way of asking someone to leave.

As Zhang Yingying turned to leave, she noticed the red marks on Song Xinya's neck.

As someone who has experienced sexual intercourse, Zhang Yingying naturally understands how these red marks came about.

She feigned surprise: "Song Xinya, there's a red patch on your neck. Did your husband kiss you there?"

This shout naturally drew Han Jingyi's attention to Song Xinya's neck.

He noticed a red mark on her long, fair neck.

He recalled what Zhang Yingying had said yesterday—

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

The red marks on Song Xinya's neck are proof of this statement.

The crystal shrimp dumplings are translucent and lie obediently in the steamer like little crescent moons.

The outer skin, made from wheat starch and cornstarch, is soft and chewy, while the whole shrimp meat from American Botan shrimp is bouncy and sweet.

It tastes very good.

Han Jingyi found the food tasteless and tasteless at this moment.

After saying this, Zhang Yingying raised her chin high, as if she were a victorious general.

Song Xinya smiled slightly, deftly deflecting the question: "Why are you so excited about a hickey on someone's neck? What's wrong? Are you so used to being kissed by men that your body is too sensitive, and you get an orgasm just from seeing a hickey?"