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

Zhang Yingying looked embarrassed: "What do you mean I'm used to being kissed by men? What nonsense are you talking about?"

Song Xinya: "Do I really need to tell you, one by one, in this public setting about how you used your body to help Song Xuanli win over business partners?"

Zhang Yingying was utterly defeated, her face filled with panic. She dared not stay any longer and fled in disarray.

Song Xinya touched her neck with her fingers, belatedly realizing that Qin Yuhe had given her a biting kiss before she left.

on purpose?

A puppy urinating to assert its dominance?

He's a 29-year-old man, isn't he childish?

Song Xinya looked at Han Jingyi opposite her, and didn't feel particularly embarrassed.

After all, she's married, how could she not be intimate with her husband?

It's not strange for married women to have sex; it would be strange if they didn't.

She had nothing to hide or explain, and continued eating.

Han Jingyi originally planned to mention to Song Xinya during dinner that they could go shopping together after dinner.

The meal ended without a word.

Dinner was over soon.

Song Xinya returned to the Forbidden City Mansion carrying eight servings of crystal shrimp dumplings.

As she entered the living room, she saw Qin Yuhe sitting on the sofa, facing the doorway.

"Mr. Qin, I'm back."

Qin Yuhe's lips curled slightly: "You're back quite early."

Song Xinya: "Isn't it better to be too early?"

Qin Yuhe: "Okay."

Song Xinya placed the crystal shrimp dumplings on the table, and Song Tingye ran back as soon as he smelled them.

"Sis, the best sister in the world, I can tell from this smell that you've brought me something delicious."

Song Xinya took out a box of crystal shrimp dumplings, opened the lid, and Song Tingye buried his face in the box. Without even using chopsticks, he opened and closed his little mouth and picked out a shrimp dumpling.

One bite and the fresh, delicious flavor fills your entire mouth.

It's so fresh, it feels like I've eaten a mouthful of the ocean.

"Wow, these shrimp dumplings are delicious!"

Song Xinya picked up her chopsticks and tapped Song Tingye on the head: "If it's delicious, it's delicious. What the hell are you talking about?"

Song Tingye: "Sis, hit me gently. This is my head, not a wooden fish."

Song Xinya kept two boxes of shrimp dumplings and pushed the remaining six boxes to Song Tingye: "Take these and share them with your three friends."

Song Tingye carried six boxes of shrimp dumplings and walked to the desk where the four of them were studying: "Guys, I'll share some shrimp dumplings with you."

"One for the little princess, and one for me."

"One for my sister, and one for me."

"One for Young Master Jin, and one for me."

Song Tingye, carrying three boxes of shrimp dumplings, said, "These are all for me."

The three children stared in disbelief: "You learned the way you divide shrimp dumplings from Liu Xing in 'Home with Kids,' didn't you?"

Song Tingye: "I have no objection to eating shrimp dumplings, but I'll reserve my opinion if I do."

Qin Yuyan: "What's the difference between eating until you're stuffed and sleeping like a pig?"

Song Tingye: "The difference is, I'm not a little pig, I'm a big pig."

Qin Yuyan: "I'll chop you up and put you in a pot to make soup for the New Year."

Song Tingye picked up a shrimp dumpling and put it in his mouth: "As long as you dare to eat it, I'm willing to dedicate my body to you."

Qin Yuyan: "Yue—, I won't eat your body."

She looked up at Song Xinya on the other side of the living room and said, "Sister-in-law, give me another box of shrimp dumplings."

Song Xinya took the remaining two boxes of shrimp dumplings and walked towards Qin Yuhe: "I'll buy you more tomorrow. These two boxes are for your brother."

Qin Yuyan would never dare to compete with Qin Yuhe for food, and obediently said, "Okay."

Song Xinya sat on the sofa next to Qin Yuhe, opened the box, picked up a shrimp dumpling, and fed it to his mouth: "Open your mouth, say ah with me—"

Qin Yuhe's lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

Song Xinya: "Hey, hurry up and open your mouth! Quick, ah—"

Qin Yuhe's lips moved again, but he still couldn't utter a sound.

Song Xinya: "Do you want shrimp dumplings or not? I've practically fed them to your mouth, and you won't even say 'ah'! Hurry up and open your mouth wide with me, ah—"

Qin Yuhe's lips moved again, and after several struggles, he finally gave up.

Song Xinya laughed heartily at his joke.

Qin Yuhe: "Is it fun to mess with me?"

Song Xinya: "It's quite fun, hahaha."

Qin Yuhe stared at her with deep eyes, his handsome and alluring face close to hers, and whispered in her ear, "Did you not look in the mirror when you put on lipstick today? It's all over your teeth."

Song Xinya's laughter stopped abruptly. She quickly took out her phone, opened the camera, and switched to selfie mode.

Her pearly white teeth were reflected on the screen.

"I don't have any lipstick."

Qin Yuhe: "It's quite fun to mess with you, hahaha."

Three black lines appeared on Song Xinya's forehead.

Childish ghost.

Qin Yuhe specifically asked for shrimp dumplings, and Song Xinya bought them for him, but he didn't eat much.

There were four in the box, and he ate three.

The rest all ended up in Song Tingye's stomach.

There's absolutely no need to worry about leftovers at home; no matter how much food there is, Song Tingye can make it all.

The whirlwind chopsticks spatula mouth shoveled into the stomach with a snap.

At night, after washing up, Song Xinya sat down at her dressing table to apply skincare products.

Qin Yuhe emerged from the bathroom, soaking wet, arms crossed, leaning against the wall, his dark eyes fixed on her.

"Did you enjoy going out for dinner tonight?"

Song Xinya had finished her facial skincare routine. She stood up, scooped out a scoop of moisturizer into her palm, rubbed it between her hands, and then applied it to her legs.

She had one leg on the ground and the other on a stool.

She was wearing a skirt, and in this pose, the skirt was piled up at her waist, revealing her two smooth, fair legs.

And the pink panties she wore between her legs.

She kept her head down, busy applying moisturizer to her legs, and casually replied, "I had a great time going out for dinner today."

Qin Yuhe pursed his lips into a straight line.

"No matter how good the food at home is, it can't compare to eating out, right?"

Song Xinya: "Yes, the food at home can't taste the same as what you get outside."

Qin Yuhe pursed his lips even tighter.

"You actually have some thoughts about eating at a hole-in-the-wall restaurant?"

Song Xinya: "No matter how delicious the meat and fish at home are, you get tired of eating them every day. Going out to eat some wild game feels especially delicious."

Qin Yuhe's teeth ground together, making a grinding sound.

After applying moisturizer to her legs, Song Xinya's skin became even more radiant and smooth, as tender as tofu.

She walked to the bedside, preparing to go to sleep.

Suddenly, her entire body was suspended in the air as Qin Yuhe picked her up.

He placed her on the dressing table.

The man's hot breath sprayed on her cheek, and his hands darted inside her clothes.

Provoked, Song Xinya suddenly shrank her neck and tried to push him away with both hands, but he pressed her against the mirror and held her down firmly.

She was instantly drawn into his advances, a sudden warm sensation running through her lower abdomen that made her legs tremble.

"Qin Yuhe..."

Before she could react, her legs were lifted up, and she heard him say:

"To make you feel good..."