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

Han Jingyi looked up at Song Xinya, put down his chopsticks, placed the fresh and plump shrimp dumplings on his plate, and didn't touch them.

"Xin Xin, since I promised to help your husband find a way to treat his burn scars, I will definitely do it."

"Given Qin Yuhe's family background, the doctor who treats his burns must be one of the top in the country. If you were looking for someone in China, I don't think you would need me."

"So I turned my attention abroad and, using my medical background and connections in the medical field, I have been contacting leading international experts in burn research recently."

Song Xinya looked at him sincerely: "Brother Jingyi, thank you so much."

Han Jingyi's face showed apology: "Don't thank me yet, let me finish what I have to say."

Song Xinya looked at him solemnly, her hands folded together, her back straight, listening attentively.

Han Jingyi: "Through my doctoral supervisor, I contacted what can be called one of the world's top burn specialists, a Chinese-American, but I only made contact. He did not agree to return to China to treat Mr. Qin."

A hint of sadness flickered in Song Xinya's eyes, but it vanished in an instant and was quickly suppressed, her pupils regaining their brightness and optimism.

She doesn't like to spend too much time and energy on negative emotions.

She prefers to confront problems head-on and actively seek solutions.

"Brother Jingyi, could you tell me the name of that top burn specialist?"

Han Jingyi: "You can't contact him. He's in America and won't meet with a stranger."

Song Xinya believed more in the power of human effort, and silently thought to herself: "Not necessarily."

"Tell me your name, Brother Jingyi."

Han Jingyi: "His name is Sheng Changpu."

When Song Xinya heard the surname "Sheng Changpu", the corner of her eye twitched slightly.

She had seen this name in a client's file.

Han Jingyi noticed her expression change and asked, "Have you met Sheng Changpu?"

Song Xinya: "I haven't met him yet."

Han Jingyi: "He is currently in the United States. I once thought of going to the United States to invite him to dinner, but he refused, saying that he does not attend private dinners."

Song Xinya realized that Sheng Changpu was a very difficult person to deal with.

Han Jingyi: "I also have my own methods. In a while, Han's Medical Group will hold a global medical exchange summit in Beijing. The participants are all internationally renowned experts. I will send an invitation to Sheng Changpu."

Song Xinya: "Will he come to participate?"

Han Jingyi: "This is a hall of communication for medical professionals. Every doctor longs to attend this conference, and I think he will come."

Song Xinya exclaimed excitedly, "That would be wonderful!"

Global Medical Exchange Summit...

Organizing such a grand conference requires a lot of effort, time, and money, including planning, booking hotels, inviting participants, and reimbursing each person for airfare and accommodation.

Song Xinya: "Brother Jingyi, organizing a meeting like this must have been very difficult, right?"

It was indeed very difficult.

Because Han's Medical Group had never held an international medical exchange summit before, Han Jingyi spent 1 billion yuan to buy out the right to host this summit in order to help Song Xinya.

His father didn't understand his actions, his grandfather didn't understand them, and no one in the Han family understood them.

"Why did you spend so much money to host this summit?"

"This is a deal that is bound to lose money."

"Everyone who comes here is a big name in the medical field. We not only have to take care of their food, clothing, accommodation and transportation, but also hire top security personnel to ensure their safety."

"If anything goes wrong, the Han Group will not only face economic losses, but also likely suffer a complete loss of reputation."

"For those of us who run hospitals and sell medical devices, the worst thing is getting involved with human lives; our reputation is the most important thing."

My father, grandfather, and the elders in the family are all right.

But Han Kyung-yi withstood all the pressure and insisted on holding the summit.

Not for any other reason than to help her.

This is his simple and sincere sentiment.

Han Jingyi looked at Song Xinya with warm and sincere eyes and said casually, "Xinxin, you don't need to be so polite, and you don't need to feel embarrassed. The Han family holds this kind of medical exchange summit every year. Sending an invitation to Sheng Changpu is just a small favor for me. I didn't do anything special."

He kept his gaze calm and relaxed, putting no pressure on her, successfully making her believe it was really just a small matter.

Han Jingyi glanced at the barely touched food on the table and said, "Do you have an appetite now?"

Song Xinya picked up her chopsticks, smiled, and said, "I've got it!"

Han Jingyi used serving chopsticks to put a piece of spicy crispy fish on her plate: "Eat it."

Song Xinya kept her head down, focused intently, and ate with a hearty appetite.

Han Jingyi had lost his appetite.

Upon hearing that Qin Yuhe's hand could be saved, her joy radiated from every corner of her eyes and brows.

He could tell that she loved Qin Yuhe very much.

He met her when he was young and accompanied her during his teenage years. Han Jingyi loved seeing Song Xinya smile the most. Whenever he saw her smile, his mood would improve.

This time, seeing her smile, Han Jingyi felt as if a thousand needles were piercing his heart at the same time.

He simply couldn't bear to watch the woman he loved be happy for another man and remain indifferent.

"Xin Xin..."

Do you love Qin Yuhe that much?

Song Xinya looked up: "What's wrong?"

Han Jingyi didn't ask, because asking would reveal the feelings he kept hidden in his heart.

He started a conversation: "There's something on your lips."

Song Xinya exclaimed, "Did you get this on your French toast just now?"

Han Jingyi: "Mm."

She tried to wipe it off with her hand, but it didn't come off.

He picked up a napkin, stood up slightly, reached his arm across the table, and pressed the napkin to the corner of her lips, wiping them.

Across from them, Zhao Yinian held up her phone and filmed the scene.

She made a peace sign at the camera, as if taking a selfie, with the background showing Han Jingyi wiping Song Xinya's mouth.

Zhao Yinian looked at the photo and a cold, smug smile curled at the corners of her lips.

If President Qin saw this photo, what would he think?

What kind of fate awaits Song Xinya?

Instead of sending the photo directly to Qin Yuhe, Zhao Yinian employed a more sophisticated method of sowing discord—

She posted a message on her WeChat Moments under the guise of sharing her life.

Caption: I had some really delicious shrimp dumplings today, so happy! [covering mouth] [cute smile]

Only the picture of Han Jingyi wiping Song Xinya's mouth is worthy of it.

The single photo is very eye-catching, making it hard to miss.

Settings: Block Song Xinya.

After posting the photo, Zhao Yinian hid his face behind the Guanyin bamboo and silently observed Song Xinya's movements.

After waiting and waiting, Song Xinya finished her meal and walked out of the tea restaurant without any further movement.

Zhao Yinian wondered if President Qin was too busy with work to see the photo.

At this moment, in Shanghai.

Qin Yuhe was attending a party in a private room at a private club.

The man sitting on the sofa had a beautiful woman in a cheongsam in his arms.

With a slender waist, perky hips, full breasts, and long legs, her smile is captivating.

Qin Yuhe sat alone on a single sofa.

The business world is a huge arena of fame and fortune, and his social class deals with hundreds of millions of dollars every day.

Money is a man's greatest sexual attraction, and it will attract countless beauties.

A large forest has all kinds of birds; a large population has all kinds of people.

An adult would not presume to impose their own moral standards on others, because that is a pipe dream and impossible to achieve.

For an adult, self-discipline is more important than restraining others.

In the vast arena of fame and fortune, Qin Yuhe maintained his integrity.

The other men present were all focused on the beautiful woman in their arms.

Some men would slip their hands inside the slit in a woman's cheongsam, hook up the edge of her underwear, and slip them inside.

The beauty's red lips parted, and with great skill and practiced ease, she breathed heavily, her breath alluring and seductive.

Such a seductive and irresistible performance instantly made the man feel that he was exceptionally good in bed, and his confidence soared.

So the man played with it even more enthusiastically.

The women also put on an even more energetic performance.

All sorts of sounds entered Qin Yuhe's ears, only making him feel bored and utterly uninteresting.

When he was bored, Qin Yuhe took out his phone, opened WeChat, and first looked at the step count leaderboard.

Half an hour later, her step count was updated again, proving that she was still outside.

What is she doing?

Having dinner with Tian Tianquan?

Qin Yuhe opened his WeChat Moments and casually scrolled down. Suddenly, his finger stopped abruptly.