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

Song Xinya: "…………"

She asked, quite puzzled, "How come you get an erection so easily?"

Qin Yuhe immediately understood this strange and unusual statement.

He understands her jokes and humor.

So is she.

The two not only have a great sex life, but they also match each other perfectly in their conversations and when it comes to witty banter.

Qin Yuhe replied, "That's just how men are."

Song Xinya: "Men are naturally lecherous."

Qin Yuhe chuckled softly, and his large hand, hidden under the blanket, caressed her thigh.

"Men aren't always idle and preoccupied with lust. Mrs. Qin, you were the one who seduced me first."

Song Xinya admitted that she had indeed teased him.

She just wanted to tease him.

She pulled her thigh back, and her alabaster skin slid across his palm, smoother than a peeled egg.

"Go to sleep now, goodnight, Mr. Qin."

Qin Yuhe's abdominal wound has not yet been stitched up, and he is currently in a state of being unable to do anything about it.

The old sow rooting around in the ground—it's all talk and no action.

I can't exert any force with my body yet.

The spark that Song Xinya had stirred up did not ignite into a raging fire; Qin Yuhe forcibly suppressed it.

Before they knew it, it was time for Qin Yuhe to have his stitches removed.

Song Xinya took Qin Yuhe's arm and walked out of the villa.

The assistant stood waiting beside the Rolls-Royce, and unlike usual, two tall and burly bodyguards stood beside him.

The assistant stepped forward and said, "That bankrupt Mr. Qian is a gambler and drug addict. He's at his wit's end now, and I'm worried he might do something to harm President Qin, especially since President Qin hasn't fully recovered yet. That's why I specifically called two bodyguards over."

Song Xinya: "You've thought this through very thoroughly, thank you."

Assistant: "Mrs. Qin, you're too kind. This is what an assistant should do. I'm very happy to be able to help Mr. Qin."

Qin Yuhe: "Stop flattering me, open the car door."

The assistant bowed and said, "Okay, thank you."

He even felt like he was possessed by a eunuch, and that he looked very much like one.

The Rolls-Royce arrived at the hospital entrance.

The car door opened, and a pair of dazzlingly beautiful red stiletto heels landed gracefully on the ground.

Song Xinya got out of the car first, looked around, and saw people coming and going. The surroundings were peaceful and quiet, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.

She walked around to the other side of the car door, and Qin Yuhe got out of the car. She put her hands on his arms.

Qin Yuhe could sense her nervousness, so he patted her hand and said, "It's alright."

Song Xinya took his arm and walked into the hospital: "Let's hurry up and get the stitches removed, then hurry home. I always feel unsafe outside."

Qin Yuhe: "There are two bodyguards around you, so don't be too nervous."

The assistant smiled and said, "Madam, please relax. The bodyguards have already checked the surroundings and there are no suspicious persons."

Song Xinya breathed a sigh of relief; she was probably too nervous because it concerned Qin Yuhe's health.

She took his arm, and when they were about two meters from the hospital entrance, two raggedly dressed children, a boy and a girl, blocked Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe's way.

"Uncle, Auntie, our father has lung cancer. Please give us some money to save his life."

The two children were dressed in dirty clothes, looked pale and thin, and had dry, chapped lips; they were clearly malnourished.

Qin Yuhe winked at his assistant.

The assistant walked up to the two children: "You two little rascals are pretty good at stopping people, aren't you? You managed to stop the richest man in the country. You two are really lucky today, you know?"

"How much does it cost for your father's medical treatment?"

The little boy said, "The doctor said it would cost over ten thousand."

Assistant: "Could you be more precise? How much exactly?"

The little girl with the radish-like head: "Eleven, twelve, three... six, seven, eight, nine thousand."

Assistant: "The difference between 110,000 and 190,000 is 80,000, which is an average person's entire year's salary."

Qin Yuhe: "Give them a round number, two hundred thousand."

If President Qin hadn't encountered this, it would have been fine, but now that he has, he won't ignore it.

The assistant took out his phone and arranged for staff to collect the medical expenses for the father of the two little radishes.

Everyone's attention turned to the two little radish heads.

Suddenly, a man rushed up from behind, holding a knife, and stabbed straight at Qin Yuhe's carotid artery.

It was President Qian who went bankrupt.

Two bodyguards rushed to stop them.

Unexpectedly, Song Xinya reacted even faster, slapping off her red high heels and swinging her arm to deliver a powerful slap to President Qian's face.

She took off her high heels and slapped her face—her series of actions were so swift that everyone was stunned.

President Qian, who was slapped to the ground, was stunned.

Clearly, he never expected to be slapped in the face by a woman's high heels in the street in his lifetime.

Where did this woman come from? She's so fierce!

In the brief moment he was stunned, Song Xinya took off her other red high heel and slapped him hard across the face again. *Smack!*

Immediately afterwards—

Snapped--!

Snapped--!

Snapped--!

With each hit, Song Xinya would say to herself:

You dare bully my husband!

You dare bully my husband!

You dare bully my husband!

President Qian's face was swollen from being slapped.

He used the hand holding the knife to stab Song Xinya in the face.

*Smack!* Song Xinya slapped his hand with her high heel, knocking the knife out of his hand!

She used both hands, alternating between her high heels, to beat President Qian until his head was swollen like a pig's head.

Song Xinya slapped him half to death, which made her feel relieved.

She slipped on her high heels and tossed her hair back: "Dare to bully my husband? This is the price you pay!"

The two bodyguards the assistant hired were completely useless; Teacher Song took down the grown man all by himself.

She took Qin Yuhe's arm with her slender hand and continued walking into the hospital, asking in a affected, coquettish voice, "Honey, did I look particularly fierce just now, like a tigress?"

Qin Yuhe held her hand: "No, the way you hit someone just now was so elegant and charming."

Behind him, loud police sirens blared, and President Qian, whose face was swollen like a steamed bun, was arrested. He will be sentenced for intentional homicide.

The stitches on Qin Yuhe's abdominal wound were successfully removed.

The doctor repeatedly warned him, "The wound has only healed on the surface. The deeper tissues, such as muscles and fascia, have not yet recovered. You must not do strenuous exercise, you must not do strenuous exercise, you must not do strenuous exercise."

Qin Yuhe: "Can you use a different word? You're still repeating the same thing over and over."

doctor:"……"

He was really worried sick about preventing President Qin's wound from reopening again because of that kind of thing.

That evening, after Qin Yuhe finished showering, he pressed his strong, muscular body against Song Xinya, his dark eyes gazing intently at her.

His gaze was deep, gentle, and soft, like a bottomless lake that could drown you.

Song Xinya was captivated by his tender eyes, feeling a dizzying sensation as if her very soul had been stolen away by him.

"The doctor said... I shouldn't do strenuous exercise."

Qin Yuhe replied gently, "I know."

Wasn't it because you wanted to do *that*?

Song Xinya: "Then why are you still staring at me?"

Qin Yuhe looked at her and sincerely said, "Thank you."

He suddenly said this, and Song Xinya didn't understand at first, so she asked, "What are you thanking me for?"

Qin Yuhe: "Thank you for rushing to the front to protect me during the day."

Thank you for having a heart that is willing to protect me.