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

Song Xinya ran to hit Song Tingye.

Qin Yuhe seemed to have anticipated her actions. The moment she loosened her grip on his pants, he deftly grabbed the waistband, preventing the pants from slipping down to his ankles in an embarrassing manner.

Song Xinya slapped Song Tingye on the head— *smack*

"You're so quick to talk, you're so talkative, you'd die if you didn't spout nonsense all day!"

"Keep your mouth shut! Our perfumes don't mix with floral water!"

Song Tingye covered his head and ran away, yelling, "Aaaaaah! Help! My sister is murdering her own brother!"

Song Xinya chased after him, grabbing his collar with one hand and slapping him three more times.

Song Tingye's head swayed from side to side like a roly-poly toy, his eyes seeing stars: "What kind of world is this? Can't people even tell the truth? I just said what I saw, and I got beaten half to death."

Song Xinya: "Seeing is not necessarily believing."

Song Tingye: "Then tell me what you were doing just now. It couldn't have been to see what color your brother-in-law's underwear was, could it?"

Song Xinya: "Help your brother-in-law check his wound."

Song Tingye: "How is my brother-in-law's wound?"

Song Xinya: "You interrupted me before the examination even started."

Song Tingye: "It's obviously fake. Sister, keep making excuses, I'm listening."

Song Xinya raised her arm again.

"Aaaaaaah!" Song Tingye ran away, clutching his head.

Song Xinya let out a long sigh of relief: "Damn it."

Qin Yuhe deeply agrees: "Every time I go home, I feel like I'm back in the Water Curtain Cave of Flower and Fruit Mountain, surrounded by a bunch of monkeys making a ruckus."

Song Xinya patted his shoulder: "You've worked hard."

Qin Yuhe: "We share the same hardships."

After returning to his room, Qin Yuhe went to his study to continue working.

He had just turned on his computer when Song Xinya gracefully walked over, spread his legs, squatted between them, unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his pants.

Qin Yuhe looked at his wife between his legs and smiled.

Song Xinya looked up at him and said, "You should focus on your work."

Qin Yuhe: "How can I concentrate on work when you're like this?"

Song Xinya: "I'll check your wounds to see what I look like."

Qin Yuhe: "It won't stop my mind from wandering around."

Let him think what he wants; he's been holding it in for so many days.

Song Xinya lifted his shirt and pulled down his pants, revealing his wound.

A long line stretched across his flawless skin, the stitches digging into his flesh one by one; just looking at it made one feel the gruesome and terrifying pain.

Song Xinya felt as if her heart had been violently clenched.

She had seen his wounds many times, but every time she did, her heart still ached.

In an instant, Song Xinya fell into a depressed and gloomy mood.

With a soft click, Qin Yuhe turned on the table lamp, and clusters of dazzling light shone, dispelling the gloom and illuminating the entire room.

His gentle voice reached her ears: "Ya Ya, I'm fine."

Song Xinya looked up and saw his handsome face, smiling gently at her.

In an instant, she snapped out of her negative emotions, pouted her rosy lips, and smiled at him.

"The wound hasn't torn, and the stitches are fine; they haven't come undone."

Qin Yuhe: "If there are no unexpected complications, the stitches can be removed the day after tomorrow."

Song Xinya: "I'll go to the hospital with you when you get your stitches removed."

Qin Yuhe: "Aren't you busy anymore?"

Song Xinya: "I've finished everything I needed to do, so I won't go out for the next couple of days. I'll stay home with you."

Qin Yuhe: "I keep my word."

Song Xinya stood up slightly and kissed his lips: "It's a deal."

Her soft, fair hands gripped his belt and buckled it in the middle.

Qin Yuhe seemed a little disappointed: "Is it over already?"

Song Xinya looked up at him, her alluring eyes glistening with tears: "What else do you want to do?"

Qin Yuhe: "With that posture, you can do other things too."

With a click, Song Xinya fastened his belt and stood up from between his legs.

"no."

Qin Yuhe: "So heartless."

Song Xinya: "It's not possible until your body is completely healed."

She walked past him, and he took her hand, squeezing her palm with his thumb. Looking up at her charming face, he said, "After I recover, will you kneel down and do it once?"

Song Xinya turned her head to look at the doorway, her ears turning bright red in the bright light: "You go back to work."

Her little finger hooked onto his little finger.

Qin Yuhe received her signal.

The study door opened and closed again. He sat in the chair and laughed for a while before starting his work.

At 11 p.m., Qin Yuhe finished his work for the day, washed up in the shower room attached to the study, and returned to his bedroom on the second floor.

At this moment, Song Xinya was lying in bed reading a book, her expression serious.

Qin Yuhe walked towards her: "What book are you reading?"

Song Xinya: "Business administration books".

Qin Yuhe threw back the covers and lay down: "Have you considered managing the company?"

Song Xinya: "Yes!"

She sat up in bed: "I have now acquired 20% of the shares of Yating Education Technology Company, making me the largest shareholder alongside Song Xuanli. It's only a matter of time before I take back the entire company."

Qin Yuhe: "What can I do for you?"

Song Xinya: "Be my strong support. When I need help, don't worry, I will definitely ask you for help without hesitation."

Qin Yuhe: "I will definitely help you without hesitation."

Song Xinya put the book on the bedside table, crawled into bed, kissed Qin Yuhe on the face, and rubbed her face against his neck.

Qin Yuhe's mind was wandering.

Song Xinya immediately pulled away, turned her back to him, and said, "Go to sleep!"

Qin Yuhe: "..."

One second she's kissing and nuzzling him, the next she's leaving him with her back turned.

A man's voice came from the bedroom: "Mrs. Qin, isn't your transition a bit abrupt?"

Song Xinya: "I'm not stiff, I'm incredibly soft."

"Look at me..."

Qin Yuhe turned around and hugged her from behind, his strong body pressed tightly against hers, and he pressed down on her forcefully.

Song Xinya exclaimed in surprise, "Ugh..."

She was incredibly embarrassed: "You... bastard..."

Qin Yuhe: "I'm like this every night and every morning."

Song Xinya: "Try to control yourself."

Qin Yuhe: "My wife is too beautiful, I can't control myself."

He kissed her neck with great skill, kissing, biting, nibbling, and licking her neck tenderly and closely.

Song Xinya: "I feel like food."

Qin Yuhe: "You are my food."

He reached down and started fiddling with her again.

Another brand new bed sheet got soaked.

Satisfied, Song Xinya lay on the newly changed sheets by Qin Yuhe, her whole body feeling lazy and drowsy.

She heard Qin Yuhe go to the bathroom and start taking a cold shower again.

He fiddled with her every day and gave her cold showers every day.

Anyway, she was quite comfortable being served by him, so what did he get out of it?

Selfless and devoted to his wife?