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

What is she busy with...?

They were busy making sure his hand wouldn't hurt when he held a pen to write.

I was busy making sure he held the water cup steady while drinking tea, even for a long time.

They were busy trying to restore his hands to their former beauty, so that they could leap and dart across the piano keys with agility and ease.

She longed for his hand to recover soon.

I miss it so much.

He thought about how every night after she fell asleep, she dreamed that his hand had been healed.

Song Xinya: "I'm busy doing something that, even though it's tiring, makes me very happy."

I'm happy because I have hope.

Hope for his hand to heal.

This is what motivated her to stand guard at the Sheng family's gate for 15 hours every day, from 6 a.m. to 9 p.m., rain or shine, even in the face of pointing fingers and gossip.

So what if others point fingers at her and say a few sarcastic things? It's not as important as her husband anyway.

At this time, Qin Yuhe was unaware of what Song Xinya had done for him.

He gazed at her face on the screen. Her skin was still fair and her features beautiful, but she looked exhausted and listless. Her usually bright and lively fox-like eyes drooped slightly, like a little fox who had been worn out.

What made her so tired?

What could possibly make her so exhausted?

Qin Yuhe: "Ya Ya, what are you busy with that's tiring but makes you happy?"

It wasn't that Song Xinya didn't want to tell him; she hadn't said it directly because she wasn't sure if she could successfully contact the burn specialist, Sheng Changpu. She didn't want to give him hope only to disappoint him in the end.

She wanted to wait until everything had settled down, until she could contact Sheng Changpu and get him to treat her hands, before telling him about it.

What's the point of telling him now? To take credit? To show off how hard he worked?

He will definitely feel bad if he finds out.

Song Xinya buried her face in the blanket, rolled around on the bed, then turned back and looked at the camera: "Sweetheart, I want to keep this a secret for now."

Qin Yuhe: "Are you going to surprise me?"

Song Xinya: "If it succeeds, it will be a pleasant surprise."

Qin Yuhe: "What if it doesn't succeed?"

Song Xinya's listless expression immediately turned into one full of fighting spirit, like a defiant and proud young calf.

"I will definitely succeed!"

Now she doesn't want to think about failure; she just wants to focus on moving forward!

Internal strife is like eating shit, anxiety is like eating future shit in advance, and depression is like repeatedly eating past shit. Recite this every day: I will not eat shit!

Song Xinya nodded emphatically.

Yes, I won't eat shit!

Qin Yuhe looked at her tightly pursed lips, her raised fist, and her stubborn, unyielding expression, and smiled.

This was the first time he had ever seen her so serious about something.

That matter must have been extremely important to her.

He looked at her face on the screen and said, "I wish Ya Ya all her dreams come true."

Song Xinya smiled sweetly at the camera: "Yes, I will definitely make this my wish come true."

Knowing she was tired, Qin Yuhe said after a brief chat, "Get some rest and get a good night's sleep."

Song Xinya waved to him: "Bye-bye, my darling."

Qin Yuhe curled the corners of his lips and exited the monitoring software.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

It was 10:30 p.m. when Zhao Yinian's phone, which was on the bedside table, rang.

She was already asleep when the phone call woke her up, which annoyed her. But when she saw that the caller ID showed Qin Yuhe, the corners of her mouth immediately curled up.

She sat up abruptly in bed, reached out and touched her hair at her temples, only to realize that President Qin couldn't see her.

Zhao Yinian coughed, cleared her throat, and spoke with a gentle, slightly upturned voice, "President Qin, what brings you here so late?"

Qin Yuhe: "It's because of Song Xinya."

Zhao Yinian's lips curled into a line.

She was sound asleep when she was woken up. The first thing President Qin did was to talk to her about Song Xinya, which was like a nightmare for her.

Zhao Yinian felt instantly frustrated.

However, since the person opposite her was the big boss, she dared not be the slightest bit presumptuous and patiently asked, "President Qin, what do you want to ask about Song Xinya?"

Qin Yuhe: "Have you been assigning her a lot of work lately?"

Zhao Yinian: "I'm wronged, President Qin. I didn't assign her a lot of work. A-level lecturers like Teacher Song don't even need to teach classes. They mainly tutor high-end clients and wealthy families' children. Their time is flexible and they can arrange it themselves. Sometimes she's out for the whole day, and I don't even know what she's doing outside."

Qin Yuhe sensed the veiled barb in her words, his voice cold and sharp: "Are you saying she's using work as an excuse to skip work?"

Zhao Yinian: "President Qin, I didn't say that. Song Xinya has been going out a lot lately, probably for work."

Qin Yuhe's voice was even colder: "Zhao Yinian, I'm increasingly finding that you're not qualified to be a manager, a general manager. You always speak ill of an employee to the group president; don't you think that's incredibly low-class behavior?"

Zhao Yinian's face stiffened.

She wasn't like this in front of Qin Yuhe before.

In the past, she would conceal her true feelings, pretend, and be very tactful. No matter what she thought in her heart, she would speak very eloquently and would never badmouth an employee in front of a group president.

But now she has lost her composure, lost her dignity, and lost her grace.

Zhao Yinian actually knew why.

Qin Yuhe: "You're jealous of Song Xinya."

Zhao Yinian's face was burning with embarrassment because her thoughts had been exposed.

Qin Yuhe: "Actually, I think you have absolutely no need to be jealous of Song Xinya..."

Zhao Yinian: "President Qin is right. I have no reason to be jealous of Song Xinya. I also have my own strengths and advantages. I am sure I can beat Song Xinya in some aspect."

Qin Yuhe: "That's not what I meant. I meant that you can't compare to Song Xinya in any way, so don't be jealous of her, because no matter how jealous you are, you still can't compare to her."

Zhao Yinian's heart was frozen solid.

Qin Yuhe: "You said Song Xinya has been running around a lot lately. Which client has she been visiting?"

Zhao Yinian said, "Just the usual customers."

Qin Yuhe: "Name."

Zhao Yinian: "Zhao Zilong."

After hanging up the phone, Qin Yuhe asked his assistant to look up information about Zhao Zilong.

He has a clean background, no criminal record, and is indeed a normal customer.

Mrs. Qin encountered a normal, difficult customer?

On the ninth day, early in the morning, Song Xinya once again went to the Sheng family's doorstep to wait.

Good men are afraid of persistent women, and clients are also afraid of persistent women.

As it turns out, the tactic of persistent pursuit works not only in romantic relationships but also in work-related matters such as visiting clients.

The Sheng family's gate opened, and the butler stood in the center, saying to Song Xinya, "Miss Song, it's cold today. Would you like to come inside for a cup of hot tea?"