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

Zhao Yinian's current mood cannot be said to be completely unrelated to the word "happy," but it can only be said to be completely unrelated.

Song Xinya is pregnant, what's she happy about? Is she going to be a mom?

Besides, Song Xinya is carrying Qin Yuhe's child, so what is there for her to be happy about!

Zhao Yinian wanted to grind her teeth to pieces, trying to force a smile, but after a long time, she couldn't manage to squeeze out a single laugh.

Grandma Qin: "Niannian, Grandma is about to have her own great-grandchild. You and Grandma have such a good relationship, aren't you happy for Grandma?"

Zhao Yinian clutched her stomach tightly with both hands, her face full of pain: "Grandma, my stomach hurts, I have to go now."

She was faking her stomach pain, but the pain on her face was real.

The thought of Song Xinya having a child with Qin Yuhe tonight made her heart ache with pain.

A cow stepping on a tortoise's back—the pain is deep in the heart.

Zhao Yinian clutched her stomach and staggered toward the Qin family's gate.

As she watched her retreating figure, Old Mrs. Qin murmured, "Look at this child, her body is spinning around in pain from her stomachache."

Zhao Yinian ran out the door and saw Qin Yuhe carrying Song Xinya into the car.

Just before the car door closed, through a narrow gap, Zhao Yinian saw Song Xinya straddling Qin Yuhe's lap. With her fair skin and red lips, she nestled softly in Qin Yuhe's arms, her arms wrapped around his neck. Her fox-like eyes were filled with a soft, misty light, revealing a thousand charms in them, her allure penetrating to the bone, like a fairy.

Qin Yuhe wrapped one arm around her waist and placed the other palm behind her head, leaning down affectionately, his nose brushing against hers.

Zhao Yinian experienced abdominal spasms, and her feigned stomach pain turned into real pain.

The back door of the Rolls-Royce slowly closed, and the one-way mirror blocked Zhao Yinian's view, so she couldn't see anything.

Song Xinya turned her head to look out the window and saw Zhao Yinian's painfully contorted face, which made her feel extremely pleased.

She doesn't usually sit on Qin Yuhe's lap like this, because the straddling posture is very suggestive.

But today, as soon as she got into the car, she put her hands on Qin Yuhe's shoulders and spread her two fair legs wide open.

He deliberately adopted this sitting posture to provoke Zhao Yinian.

Zhao Yinian fell into her trap, her heart aching so much she couldn't breathe.

Song Xinya's lips curled up, indicating a happy mood.

She placed her hands on Qin Yuhe's shoulders, leaped upwards, and pulled one of her long, fair legs back, trying to bring her legs together.

His hand landed on her muscular thigh, the touch hot.

His fingers dug into her smooth flesh one by one, with forceful pressure.

Qin Yuhe gripped her waist with both hands and pressed down hard, causing her to fall back down, their bodies pressed tightly together.

Qin Yuhe: "You think I'm a trap, using you and then throwing you away?"

Song Xinya: "...You seemed to be enjoying yourself just now?"

Qin Yuhe's fingers caressed the soft flesh of her waist: "If you want to enjoy this a little longer, don't get up."

The skirt she was wearing today, with her sitting posture, had the hem piled up, with only a thin layer of panty fabric touching it.

The bulging, firm texture of his thighs was clearly felt, as hard as stone.

Song Xinya's cheeks flushed: "If you sit any longer, you won't enjoy it; you'll start to feel uncomfortable."

Qin Yuhe held her tightly in his arms, burying his face in the warm crook of her neck: "I'm willing to endure the pain."

He simply held her, quietly, powerfully, forcefully yet tenderly, and did nothing else.

For the past ten days, he has been taking care of her emotions and mental well-being, and his intimate actions have been limited to hugging and kissing. He has not made any requests for marital relations with her.

Ten days ago, he intended to help her wash off the dirt on her body. When he reached out to take off her clothes, her movement of dodging seemed to be engraved in his mind, and he still remembered it vividly.

He researched a lot of information and found that girls who have experienced that kind of thing may develop aversion to marital relations.

It takes time to emerge from the shadows.

Qin Yuhe is warming her, healing her, and waiting for her through his actions.

He held her for a while, sitting face to face, before picking her up and placing her on a seat nearby.

He reacts when I hug him again.

He wasn't sure if she would react negatively to his reaction, and he worried that it might upset her and remind her of something unpleasant.

When Song Xinya turned her head to look out of the car, an earphone was inserted into her ear.

She turned around and saw that Qin Yuhe also had an earphone in his ear.

The white wired earphones, one end connected to her and the other to him, the slender and flexible lines connecting the two of them into one.

Qin Yuhe waved his phone at her: "Let's listen to music together."

His handsome face was reflected in the bright light from the window, and his smile was gentle and warm, like water.

Song Xinya smiled at him and said, "Okay, let's listen to music together."

Qin Yuhe played a soothing ballad, its gentle melody flowing softly, conveying a quiet and comforting warmth.

As she listened, Song Xinya leaned back and rested her head on his shoulder.

A sentimental song playing in my headphones.

The sunlight falling on me.

He put his arm around hers.

He was a shoulder she could lean on.

The carriage was quiet; no one spoke, nor did they need to. Song Xinya felt the warmth and beauty that Qin Yuhe was giving her.

The Rolls-Royce was parked at the Forbidden City.

As Song Xinya followed Qin Yuhe into the house, Qin Yuhe's phone rang.

Grandma Qin: "Hehe, are we home yet?"

Qin Yuhe: "We've arrived."

Grandma Qin said meaningfully, "If I call you now, will it disturb you and Ya Ya?"

Qin Yuhe: "Are you disturbing me and Ya Ya's walk?"

Old Mrs. Qin's voice turned serious: "What's so bothersome about walking? I meant that matter."

Qin Yuhe: "You've finally learned to speak tactfully. The sun has risen in the west! This is truly remarkable."

Hearing that he wasn't out of breath at all and still had the leisure to chat with her, Old Mrs. Qin became impatient and bluntly said, "You haven't done 'it' with Ya Ya yet?"

Qin Yuhe: "Don't even mention getting things done, we didn't even get close to the bed."

Grandma Qin stamped her feet anxiously, her tone full of disappointment: "I gave you eight bull penises to make soup, it's such a waste to give them to you! Can you even handle it? If you can't, don't hide it, just say so! Grandma will find you the best urologist in the country to treat you!"

Qin Yuhe put his finger to his forehead: "I just got home, I can't exactly do 'that' with my wife right at the front door."

Grandma Qin: "Oh, you just got home? Then it's alright."

Qin Yuhe: "I'm hanging up. Don't call again. I remember everything about trying to conceive and having a baby. You don't need to remind me anymore. If we keep talking, it will really disturb me and Ya Ya."

Grandma Qin said happily, "Okay, I'm hanging up now. You and Ya Ya do your job well."

Qin Yuhe put his phone back in his pocket and turned to look at Song Xinya.

The moment his gaze fell upon her, Song Xinya felt as if she had been electrocuted.

Qin Yuhe said something seemingly unrelated: "Astronomical observations say there will be a meteor shower tonight."

Song Xinya's nervousness was replaced by surprise, her face full of curiosity and joy: "Really?"

"real."

Qin Yuhe looked at her with warm eyes: "Ya Ya, would you like to go camping with me and watch the meteor shower under a sky full of stars?"

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