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

The Rolls-Royce arrived at the Forbidden City.

Qin Yuhe picked up the suit jacket that was placed aside, covered Song Xinya's head again, and then carried her out of the car.

In the living room, Qin Yuyan was doing her homework at the table, while Song Tingye and Song Tingyou were having evening self-study at school.

Hearing hurried footsteps, Qin Yuyan looked up and saw Qin Yuhe, exclaiming in surprise, "Brother! Why are you back?"

Qin Yuhe: "Sis, why are you still staying at my house?"

Qin Yuyan: "I won't help my brother when he's in trouble, but I'll definitely benefit from his success."

Qin Yuhe: "I treat you like a best friend, but you treat me like a Japanese soldier."

Qin Yuyan covered her mouth and chuckled, then fawned over Qin Yuhe by picking up a peach from the fruit plate.

"Brother, have a peach."

Qin Yuhe glanced indifferently at the peach in her hand: "You're giving it to your own brother without washing it? Are you going to let your own brother eat a mouthful of peach fuzz?"

Qin Yuyan, that little lazybones, put down the peach and picked up an orange: "Eat this. This doesn't need to be washed; you can eat it right after peeling it."

Qin Yuhe finally understood: "Our sibling relationship isn't enough for you to wash a peach for me."

He held the woman in his arms and stepped onto the spiral staircase.

Qin Yuyan followed behind, saying, "Brother, you're trying to monopolize sister-in-law again. I haven't even spoken to her yet, and you're already trying to take her away."

"Brother, why is my sister-in-law covered by your clothes?"

"Sister-in-law, lift up your clothes and let me see you."

Song Xinya is not in the mood to chat with little kids right now.

Qin Yuhe gave Qin Yuyan a sharp look: "Don't follow us, get lost."

Qin Yuyan raised her arm and saluted in a flash: "Grandpa and Auntie~" (YES)

He turned around and happily rolled away.

In the bedroom on the second floor, Qin Yuhe helped Song Xinya sit on a chair.

He removed the suit jacket covering her head.

She was covered in dust, her makeup ruined by crying, looking like a dirty little cat that had rolled in the mud.

Qin Yuhe reached out to take off her clothes. Having just experienced that incident, Song Xinya subconsciously moved her body to protect herself and instinctively shrank back.

Instantly, Qin Yuhe felt as if all the blood in his body had congealed, ceasing to flow, and stagnating in his chest, making it difficult to breathe and causing him great discomfort and suffocation.

I didn't hit Sheng Tianjun hard enough just now. I shouldn't have crippled him; I should have killed him outright!

Qin Yuhe felt a surge of anger, as if a raging fire was burning his heart.

But he knew that people shouldn't let their emotions get the better of them; they should solve the problem first and then let their emotions get the better of them.

Especially now, it's not the time to get angry. The first and most important thing is to comfort, soothe, and take care of your wife.

Qin Yuhe squatted down, kneeling on one knee beside Song Xinya, looking up at her with tender eyes as he gazed at her handsome face: "Your clothes are dirty now, you need to take them off and wash them. Do you want me to help you take them off?"

Song Xinya's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly: "I want to do it myself."

Qin Yuhe: "Okay, then you can do it yourself. I'll prepare a change of clothes and stand guard at the bathroom door. Just call me if you need anything."

Song Xinya: "Okay."

Qin Yuhe got up, took out clean clothes from the wardrobe, returned, and carried her to the bathroom door.

Song Xinya took her clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Without looking at herself in the mirror, she put her clothes on the hanger, turned on the shower, and began to wash her body.

Qin Yuhe held his breath, listening intently to the sounds inside. The water flowed softly, occasionally mingled with the sound of her feet stepping on the floor.

There was no crying.

This time, she took a longer bath than ever before.

An hour and a half has passed, and they still haven't come out.

Qin Yuhe was worried that if she took too long to shower and the bathroom temperature was too high, she would faint.

I'm even more worried that she might do something foolish.

He faced the bathroom door, knocked softly, and said in a calm voice, "Ya Ya, my watch is in the second drawer under the sink. Could you give it to me now?"

The bathroom door opened, and a pale arm reached out, handing out a black diamond platinum watch.

Qin Yuhe felt relieved knowing she was alright and said, "Thank you."

Thank you for your strength.

Thank you for trying to adjust yourself and not break down, even though you are feeling very sad.

Thank you for not blaming me.

The bathroom door closed, and Song Xinya stopped showering. She dried herself off, put on her pajamas, and came out.

Her hair was wet and hung down over her shoulders, the ends dripping warm water that slid down her skin and into the fabric of her pajamas, leaving a dark stain on her chest.

Qin Yuhe took her hand, led her to the bedside, sat her on the bed, picked up a dry towel, and began to dry her hair.

Her hair was very thick and long. After wiping it with a towel, he picked up a hairdryer and helped her dry her hair.

Qin Yuhe's movements were very gentle, his fingers running through strands of her hair one by one.

A warm breeze brushed against my hair, carrying the scent of shampoo and conditioner into the air, a sweet and delicate fragrance that lingered in the room.

A sweet taste can improve one's mood.

Song Xinya stretched out her arms and wrapped them around Qin Yuhe's waist: "Hug me."

Her hair was already dry. Qin Yuhe put the hairdryer aside, lifted the blanket, and hugged her as he lay down inside.

He held her tightly, and she curled up in his arms.

He possesses a mature charm that comes with the passage of time—warm, intense, and generous.

Her strong muscles, resilient frame, and vigorous strength were completely different from her body temperature, heartbeat, and scent.

Embraced by such a strong body, Song Xinya's sense of unease and fear, as if she were standing on the edge of a cliff, was dispelled, and she felt incredibly safe.

I want him to hold me like this forever.

She clung to him tenderly, longing for his presence.

Qin Yuhe gently stroked her back and told her, "If you want to cry right now, you can lie on me and cry. It's okay, Ya Ya, don't hold it in."

Song Xinya: "Does crying solve the problem?"

Qin Yuhe: "Crying doesn't solve problems, but nobody cries to solve problems. Crying releases your emotions and makes you feel better."

Song Xinya: "So I cried?"

Qin Yuhe: "Cry."

"Ah—" Song Xinya burst into tears, not holding back at all, her voice was very loud.

Qin Yuhe: "..."

He said she could cry, so she cried and screamed. She was such a good girl.

Song Xinya lay on Qin Yuhe's chest and cried loudly, as if she wanted to cry out all the grievances she had suffered in her life. Her tears flowed like a burst dam, and no matter how much she cried, she couldn't stop.

Qin Yuhe gently patted her back and kissed the top of her head, her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks, her lips, and her tears.

He kissed her lips again and again, tenderly, lingeringly, and passionately: "Ya Ya, I promise, I will never let that person hurt you again."