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

Grandma no longer resisted the seventeen-year-old girl in front of her who called herself Youyou.

She felt curious and curious about the girl in front of her.

"Are you really a toddler?"

Song Tingyou: "Yes, Grandma, I am Youyou."

Grandma: "My little one was just a tiny baby, but you've grown so big."

Qin Yuhe offered a timely reminder: "Grandma, you said it yourself, she has grown up. Because fourteen years have passed, she is different from when she was a child."

"Grandma, think about it, if a sapling is planted in the ground, and fourteen years pass, hasn't the sapling grown into a towering tree?"

Grandma said, "Yes."

Qin Yuhe: "Your little baby is so young, fourteen years have passed, shouldn't she have grown into a young lady by now?"

Grandma said, "That makes sense."

Qin Yuhe pointed at Song Tingyou: "She is your Youyou, the grown-up Youyou."

Grandma let out a long "Oh—"

And so, Song Tingyou successfully stayed by her grandmother's side as Song Tingyou.

Qin Yuhe stood up, walked out of the ward, and left the main role to Song Tingyou.

Inside the house, Song Tingyou and her grandmother chatted warmly.

She told her grandmother about everything she had seen and heard over the years, omitting all the hardships and focusing on the happy and fun things that happened to her, as well as her academic performance, which subjects she did well in and which she needed to work harder on.

Song Xinya looked out the door. In the corridor, the golden light shone on Qin Yuhe, who was wearing a well-tailored black suit. He was tall and handsome, with an elegant demeanor.

A warm breeze blew by, and his thick, black hair floated gently, shimmering with a bright light.

Song Xinya stood up, walked out of the ward, stood beside him, and put a bite of apple into his mouth.

There's one bite left, you can have it.

Qin Yuhe: "Giving me the leftover apples you couldn't finish is such a thoughtful wife. Thank you."

Song Xinya: "...You're welcome. If there's anything left over, I'll give it to you."

Qin Yuhe glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, smiled faintly, and said nothing.

Song Xinya turned to look at him. Qin Yuhe had his hands in his suit trouser pockets, staring calmly into the void with a cold expression, seemingly lost in thought.

She thought for a moment and felt it necessary to explain to him: "Han Jingyi is six years older than me. The Han family and the Song family are old friends. When I was little, he often came to the Song family to visit me, taking me out to the supermarket, to eat snacks, to the amusement park, to play claw machines, to buy clothes..."

Qin Yuhe interrupted, saying, "You two have done quite a lot together."

"..." Song Xinya: "Let me finish."

Qin Yuhe: "Please go ahead."

At that time, Song Xinya was in a difficult situation in the Song family. Her biological father, Song Xuanli, treated her like she didn't exist, her stepmother, Li Cuirou, made things difficult for her, and her stepsister, Zhang Yingying, mocked her. Her life was bleak.

Han Jingyi was like a ray of light, illuminating her cold and helpless life.

At that time, everyone around Song Xinya mocked her for being fat, openly belittling her and secretly cursing her, saying she was ugly and calling her "Piggy Hero".

Only Han Jingyi said to her, "Song Xinya, you are beautiful, whether you are fat or thin, no matter how fat you are, you are beautiful."

"Fatness and thinness are never the standard for judging a person's beauty or ugliness. If someone says you are ugly just because you are fat, it doesn't mean you are ugly, it only means that their heart is ugly."

Everyone else says she's fat, but he says she's beautiful.

He told her again and again, "Song Xinya, you must be a strong person. Don't be unhappy because of other people's words. Being thin may look good, but I would rather you be happy every day, eat well, sleep well, and don't worry about your figure or appearance. No matter how many people I meet, Xinxin will always be the most beautiful person in Jingyi's heart."

Because of Han Jingyi's appearance, Song Xinya had someone to rely on, both spiritually and materially.

Later, Han Jingyi was going abroad to pursue his doctorate. Before leaving, he left Song Xinya a sum of money.

This is truly a timely act of kindness.

Song Xinya could not possibly be ungrateful for such a kindness.

Of course, Song Xinya wouldn't tell Qin Yuhe that much in detail.

This is similar to telling your boyfriend about your past relationships; it's like creating trouble out of nothing and does more harm than good.

A man is first and foremost a man, and only then is he your boyfriend or husband.

Men are creatures born with a possessive nature.

She went on and on about her story with another man, purely for the purpose of:

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trouble making.

Song Xinya succinctly summarized her relationship with Han Jingyi in one sentence: "In my heart, Han Jingyi is like my older brother."

Qin Yuhe turned his head to look at her, his gaze deep: "What kind of brother?"

Song Xinya: "The kind of older brother that's like a sibling."

Qin Yuhe: "And me?"

Song Xinya turned to the side, her slender and graceful body squeezing between him and the wall. Her soft, bare arms wrapped around his waist, and her watery eyes looked at him as she said, "You are my lover."

Qin Yuhe looked down at her, his cold expression softening.

Song Xinya hugged his waist and swayed back and forth: "I've explained everything to you, why do you still look so unhappy?"

Qin Yuhe: "If you want to make me happy, do something to make me happy."

Song Xinya tiptoed and kissed his lips.

Are you happy now?

Qin Yuhe: "Did you see me smile?"

Song Xinya: "No."

Qin Yuhe: "Continue."

Song Xinya hugged his waist, stood on tiptoe once more, opened her lips, and took his lower lip into her mouth, sucking hard.

After she finished sucking, she released his lower lip, her lips rubbing against his, gently pursing, sucking, and caressing, a tender and lingering kiss, not intense, but exceptionally affectionate and sweet.

She tasted the flavor of his lips, felt their softness and beauty, and smelled his unique body odor, feeling a ticklish sensation in her heart.

Due to limited space, the two were in the corridor, and Song Xinya felt embarrassed to keep hugging and kissing him.

I'm worried about being seen by others, and even more worried about being seen by my younger siblings.

She slowly released his lips, her cheeks already flushed.

Song Xinya looked around the corridor like a thief.

Thankfully, no one was there.

She nestled in his arms, letting out a long breath to calm her racing heart.

Are you happy now?

Qin Yuhe: "You seem to be enjoying the kiss."

Song Xinya's face turned even redder in an instant.

The way you're saying it makes it sound like I'm taking advantage of you.

Qin Yuhe: "Don't you have one?"

Song Xinya: "..." Yes.

"Fine, I won't try to make you happy this way anymore. I knew you didn't like kissing."

She released her grip on his waist, puffed out her cheeks, and turned to walk away.

Qin Yuhe reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her back. He cupped her face in his hands, pressed his lips to hers, and probed his tongue into her mouth.

Their lips intertwined, their lips sucking at each other.

Soon, Song Xinya was panting heavily, whimpering softly.

This is still in the corridor, how could he be so bold?

At this moment, the corridor was empty, as if there were only the two of them.

In reality, at the end of the darkness stood Han Jingyi, wearing a white coat.

His eyes, behind his gold-rimmed glasses, were fixed intently on the couple kissing in the sunlight in the middle of the corridor.

Qin Yuhe's observation skills were incredibly sharp. When he noticed someone in the darkness at the end of the corridor, he guessed who it was.

So he kissed her even harder...