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

Song Xinya carefully considered how to respond to Qin Yuhe's question.

Song Tingye blurted out, "Han Jingyi comes from the most prestigious medical family in Beijing. They own the largest and most luxurious private hospital in the country. Besides the hospital, they also run high-end sanatoriums and do medical equipment business. Most importantly, he has a very good relationship with my sister and takes special care of her. He is my sister's childhood sweetheart."

"Childhood sweethearts, with an exceptionally close relationship, someone so important," Qin Yuhe's deep gaze fell upon Song Xinya, "Mrs. Qin, why haven't I heard you mention her before?"

Song Xinya: "..."

My scalp is tingling.

"I'm married now, why would I bring him up for no reason?"

Qin Yuhe: "He takes such good care of you, I have to bring him a gift to thank him properly."

Song Xinya: "…………"

"That was before, when I was a child. He had been abroad for many years, and I haven't seen him in a long time."

Qin Yuhe asked astutely, "Who did you have coffee with yesterday?"

Song Xinya's mouth was blocked.

What she really meant was that she hadn't been in contact with him since he went abroad.

Qin Yuhe glanced at the bag in her hand: "He can still send you a Hermes bag without contacting you. He's really something, able to send gifts remotely."

Finally, Song Tingye, that simpleton, realized something was wrong: "Did I just say something wrong?"

Song Xinya: "No, it was just that it almost killed your sister."

Grandma came over and stood next to Qin Yuhe: "Hehe, are you arguing with Ya Ya?"

Qin Yuhe looked at his grandmother and gave her a gentle smile: "Grandma, I'm having a verbal battle with her."

Verbal clashes...

Grandma pondered these six characters carefully, but couldn't figure them out.

Then it doesn't matter.

Put aside the spirit of inquiry and embrace a life of ignorance.

There are so many things in this world that we don't understand. If we tried to understand everything, it would be exhausting.

Grandma looked at Qin Yuhe with kind eyes: "It's been a long time since we last met, Hehe, you're still so handsome."

Qin Yuhe smiled even more charmingly at his grandmother: "If someone else praised me like this, I would accept it without hesitation, but in front of you, Grandma, I really can't bear to hear such a compliment, because you are so beautiful. Compared to you, I pale in comparison."

Grandma grinned happily: "No way, I'm not that pretty."

Qin Yuhe: "Everyone says that Ya Ya is stunningly beautiful. She looks like you and has your genes flowing in her veins. You are naturally also exceptionally beautiful."

Song Xinya looked at him in surprise. He had just been arguing with her, and now he was praising her. He was really giving her face.

Qin Yuhe glanced at Song Xinya out of the corner of his eye, then, supporting his grandmother's arm, walked towards the bedside.

With his help, Grandma sat up on the bed and asked, "Hehe, did you just arrive?"

Qin Yuhe: "I recently suffered a minor injury and went to the hospital, so I didn't come with Ya Ya."

In one sentence, he explained why he didn't come with Song Xinya, and also showed his sincerity in visiting his grandmother even though he was injured.

Grandma: "Where are you hurt? What kind of injury?"

Qin Yuhe: "I was cut on the abdomen and needed a few stitches, but it's nothing serious."

Grandma frowned and said with heartache, "That must hurt so much."

Qin Yuhe looked at his grandmother and said sincerely, "It hurt quite a bit at first, but as soon as I saw Grandma, the pain stopped."

Immediately, the entire ward was filled with Grandma's laughter.

Since Grandma fell ill, it's been very rare to see her laugh so heartily and brightly.

Watching his grandmother and Qin Yuhe chatting happily, Song Tingye muttered, "Grandma doesn't even recognize her own grandson, how come she remembers her brother-in-law so clearly?"

Song Xinya: "Isn't the reason already obvious? Hehe is pretty and has a sweet tongue."

Song Tingye retorted, "I'm good-looking too, and I have a sweet tongue."

Song Xinya glanced at him: "Your worthless mouth is both poisonous and bitter, like a mixture of arsenic and bitter melon."

Song Tingye, who had just said the wrong thing: "...Let's not talk about my mouth for now. What about my looks? Am I not good-looking? I'm the school heartthrob of Jingbei No. 1 High School!"

Song Tingyou stood up and spoke up: "Brother, you're quite good-looking too, but compared to your brother-in-law, you look like an ape that hasn't fully evolved yet, while your brother-in-law is already a modern civilized person who can make tools."

Song Tingye spread his legs wide, put his hands on his hips, and raised his voice: "You're so good at history, you're asking for trouble!"

Song Tingyou picked up an apple and stuffed it into her mouth: "I'd rather eat fruit."

When Song Xinya picked up an apple, intending to peel it for her grandmother, she saw that Qin Yuhe had already started peeling it.

A bright red apple rested on his long, slender, pale fingertips. Sunlight streamed through the window and shone on them, highlighting the pure white, the dazzling red, and the strong bones of his fingers—a beautiful sight, like a richly colored oil painting.

The fruit knife sliced ​​across the apple from top to bottom in one smooth motion, without breaking even once.

A long strip of fruit peel can be laid out on the table and stretched out to form the shape of a complete apple.

Song Xinya pinched the apple peel and exclaimed, "Your apple-peeling skills are amazing!"

Qin Yuhe: "My style of doing things is always to see things through to the end, unlike some people who are half-hearted."

Song Xinya was startled. What was he doing? Was he calling her?

Who's being fickle? Who? Tch—!

She was muttering her complaints when half a white, juicy apple came into view.

She looked up and saw Qin Yuhe's face.

Qin Yuhe offered her the apple in his hand: "Here, have some."

Song Xinya turned her face to the side: "I don't want to eat."

Qin Yuhe glanced around. His grandmother was eating the other half of an apple, while Song Tingye and Song Tingyou were eating grapes with their heads down.

He put the apple in his mouth, bent down, leaned over her, and brought his handsome face close to hers, poking her lips with the apple in his mouth.

Song Xinya turned her head and saw his glossy lips, stained with apple juice, and her heart fluttered.

He was so bold! There were so many people in the room, and he just fed her an apple mouth-to-mouth.

Qin Yuhe stared at her with his deep eyes, his gaze unwavering and resolute.

Song Xinya opened her mouth and took the apple from his mouth.

Qin Yuhe gently stroked her hair with his palm.

He continued to chat with his grandmother, occasionally mentioning Song Tingyou's name and subtly shifting the focus to her.

His voice was clear, resonant, calm, and deep, very persuasive, and could really touch people's hearts.

"Grandma likes mimosa trees. Coincidentally, we have one in our yard. When it was planted fourteen years ago, it was just a sapling. Fourteen years later, it has grown into a big tree. Just like Youyou, who was a little girl three years ago, she is now a big girl."

"Sometimes when I look at the mimosa tree in the yard, I feel like I'm in another world. I always feel like it's still a sapling, but actually fourteen years have passed. It has grown up and is no longer what it used to be."

"People should look forward and not always dwell on the past. Otherwise, they will not only trap themselves but also miss the precious time to reunite with their families in the present."

After laying the groundwork, Qin Yuhe said appropriately, "Grandma is thirsty, Youyou, go and get Grandma a glass of water."

Song Tingyou carried a glass of warm water to her grandmother, hesitated, and whispered, "Grandma."

Grandma stared at her, her eyes glazed over, and asked, "Who are you?"

Song Tingyou: "I am Youyou."

This time, Grandma did not deny it.