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

The girl hugged her grandmother tightly, her arms wrapped around the old woman's back, her face buried in the old woman's shoulder, full of affection.

"Grandma, Grandma, it's me, Youyou. I'm your granddaughter, Youyou..."

One call after another, soft, trembling, and full of emotion.

The moisture in Grandma's eyes gathered more and more, until it condensed into a single tear the size of a bean, which slid out of her eye and dripped onto Song Tingyou's clothes, leaving a circular watermark.

The girl who was holding her tightly was warm, could cry, and could call her grandma. She was very different from the little granddaughter (the pillow) she was holding.

Grandma's hands, which had been hanging at her sides, slowly rose and covered Song Tingyou's back as Song Tingyou called out to her again and again.

The touch under the palm is gentle and supple, completely different from the cold, soft feel of a pillow.

This is a tactile sensation unique to human tissues and skin.

So vivid and lively.

Grandma's heart skipped a beat, and she hugged Song Tingyou tightly.

She closed her eyes, two streams of hot tears sliding down her cheeks, and called out, "Youyou."

Everyone in the room was deeply moved and overjoyed.

Song Tingye sniffed hard: "Ahhh, this is so touching, I almost peed my eyes."

He pulled out a tissue and pressed it against his face: "My cat pee soaked the tissue."

Song Tingye turned to look at Qin Yuhe. Although Qin Yuhe was not a doctor, Song Tingye instinctively felt that Qin Yuhe could solve anything, so his first reaction was to ask Qin Yuhe.

"Brother-in-law, Grandma has acknowledged Youyou. Does that mean Grandma's illness is cured?"

Qin Yuhe: "I called that psychiatrist over."

The psychiatrist took a day off today. After seeing my grandmother, he went back to spend some time alone with his wife.

Although he already has three sons, the youngest of whom is ten years old, he still sets aside one day each month to date his wife.

Today, he and his wife arranged to spend the day at a five-star hotel.

In the suite, his beloved wife wore a newly bought nightgown that was as thin as a cicada's wing, her voluptuous and mature figure faintly visible.

The wife, who had just finished showering, walked from the bathroom to the double bed and gave her husband a flirtatious glance.

The psychiatrist grabbed his waistband with both hands and pulled his pants down in one swift motion.

He rolled over and pinned his wife down, his body poised to get down to business, when his phone rang.

Qin Yuhe's voice came through: "Go back to the sanatorium now."

Psychiatrist: "..."

He grabbed the pants he had just taken off and put them on his feet.

They even took their pants off to come here, what a sin!

Psychiatric specialists arrived at the sanatorium as quickly as possible.

At this moment, he was wearing a white coat and glasses, and had resumed his serious demeanor.

A psychiatrist conducted a thorough examination of my grandmother and made a comprehensive assessment of her condition.

"Mr. Qin, Mrs. Qin, congratulations, Grandma's illness is mostly cured."

Song Tingye asked doubtfully, "Only halfway recovered? Grandma has already accepted Youyou, so isn't her illness completely cured?"

A psychiatrist said, "A notable characteristic of mental illnesses is that the condition is prone to relapse. Grandma is lucid now, but it is very possible that in the blink of an eye, she will be back in her delusional world."

Song Tingye: "Then what should we do?"

A psychiatrist said, "He needs to be hospitalized for further observation and then receive treatment for a period of time."

Song Tingye: "I thought I could bring my grandma home today."

Song Xinya: "I'll listen to the doctor and stay in the hospital for observation and treatment for a while longer."

The psychiatrist adjusted my grandmother's treatment plan and the dosage of her medications.

Then, he rubbed his hands together, stood awkwardly beside Qin Yuhe, and asked, "Mr. Qin, may I leave now?"

Qin Yuhe asked, "You seem to be in a hurry. Is there something important you need to do?"

Psychiatrist: "Yes."

Qin Yuhe glanced at him.

The psychiatrist immediately came up with a reason in his mind: that his seventh great-uncle had died and he was going to attend the funeral.

With such a tragic yet legitimate reason, President Qin couldn't possibly stop him from leaving, could he?

The psychiatric experts were on high alert, waiting for Qin Yuhe to ask, "What important thing are you going to do?"

Qin Yuhe simply waved his hand at him, signaling him to leave.

President Qin had absolutely no interest in what he was going to do.

Qin Yuhe, Song Xinya, and the other two stayed with their grandmother until it got dark before returning home.

The car arrived at the Forbidden City Mansion.

After Qin Yuhe got out of the car, Song Xinya, who got out from the other side, went around the front of the car and ran towards him like a firecracker, sending up a wave of heat.

Qin Yuhe stretched out his hands, ready to help her as she ran in high heels to prevent her from falling.

The moment Song Xinya ran to his side, worried that she might bump into him because of his abdominal injury, she braced herself on the car and stopped.

Qin Yuhe looked at her with amusement: "Why are you running so fast?"

Song Xinya: "Let me check the wound on your abdomen."

Qin Yuhe: "Here?"

Song Xinya: "I wanted to watch it in the car just now."

Qin Yuhe said in a lazy and irreverent tone, "You didn't say anything. If you had, I would have definitely shown you my waist without hesitation."

Song Xinya pointed to his abdomen: "Are you alright?"

She pointed downwards, and from Qin Yuhe's perspective, she was pointing in the middle.

Qin Yuhe: "It's great, still full of energy, and I can bring you happiness every night."

Song Xinya scolded him, "I was talking about your belly."

Qin Yuhe immediately replied, "What I said makes sense."

Let's go with him then.

It's his fault for being sick.

Song Xinya was still a little worried because Qin Yuhe was not one to show his vulnerability to others. He had once had his palms burned and his skin scraped raw by a steel wool ball. When she asked him if it hurt, he said it didn't.

He was wearing a white shirt tucked into black suit pants, with the black suit open.

She hooked her slender fingers onto his belt and unbuckled it.

Qin Yuhe: "It's not appropriate for you to take off my pants in the street, is it?"

Song Xinya: "...Who took off your pants?"

With a click, she unbuckled his belt.

Okay, yes, we did take off his pants.

Song Xinya: "I came to check your wound."

Qin Yuhe: "Even if you're not checking my wounds, but just taking off my pants to do something else, I'd still be willing."

Song Xinya pinched his waist hard.

A muffled groan of pain escaped Qin Yuhe's chest.

She pulled the hem of his white shirt out of his pants, lifted it up, and looked down along his waistline.

From this angle, it looks like someone is peeking into his pants, looking at something.

Song Tingye and Song Tingyou walked over and saw this scene, leading to a wonderful misunderstanding.

The two little ones were suddenly startled.

Song Tingye: "Holy crap! Sis, what are you doing?!"

Song Tingyou blushed and quickly turned around.

Song Xinya slowly straightened up and looked at Song Tingye: "What are you saying I'm doing?"

Song Tingye: "Watching birds."