Not Close in Public, Preparing for Pregnancy in Private, Pampered with Affection Every Night Chapter 129

Song Tingye: "Sis, you really are my own flesh and blood. You are probably the first sister in the whole country to tell her brother to go eat crap!"

"How could you do this to me, Sis? I am not a dung beetle, how am I supposed to burrow into a ball of dung?"

Song Xinya reached out, pinched his ear, and hauled him up: "You did something bad and now you are acting like the victim? I ought to give you a couple of good slaps!"

Song Tingye: "I am not acting like a victim! I would not dare. I really know I was wrong. I promise I will never watch those kinds of videos with girls ever again."

Song Xinya let go of his ear and walked over to Qin Yuyan: "Did he do anything to you yesterday?"

Qin Yuyan: "No. My brother had videos on his computer teaching people how to kiss. We saw them and got curious, so we watched a few together."

Song Xinya turned to look at Qin Yuhe: "Why do you have kissing tutorial videos on your computer?"

Qin Yuhe turned and walked toward the dining table: "Hurry up and eat, the food will not taste good if it gets cold. Let us go eat."

Song Xinya recalled a conversation they had two nights ago. She had asked him: Why have your kissing skills improved so much?

Qin Yuhe had replied: I am completely self-taught.

Was he really self-taught?

At the dining table, Song Xinya sat across from Qin Yuhe, her gaze sweeping over his bright red lips.

It did not seem like it.

The young master was lying.

Well, men and their pride.

Seeing through something without exposing it is the greatest refinement of an adult.

Song Xinya smiled radiantly, deciding to just play along and pretend he was self-taught.

Qin Yuhe looked at the peaceful smile on her face and asked, "What are you smiling at?"

Song Xinya: "Just smiling because someone is being a little cute."

Qin Yuhe would never admit to being cute. He was a grown man, six foot two, what part of him was cute? So, the person Song Xinya was talking about definitely was not him.

Just as Song Xinya picked up her chopsticks, before she could even reach out, Song Tingye took the seat next to her.

He glanced at the delicious dishes on the table: "Woohoo, all my favorites! This beef stew looks so tender."

Qin Yuhe said to a servant standing nearby: "Take the beef away."

Song Tingye watched helplessly as the beef was carried off: "Brother-in-law, I have not even had any yet."

Song Xinya: "People who do bad things do not deserve to eat beef."

Song Tingye: "Fine, I will not eat the meat. I will just eat plain rice, is that okay?"

Qin Yuhe: "Take all the rice away."

Song Tingye: "!"

"You will not let me eat the dishes, and you will not let me eat rice. What am I supposed to eat?"

A servant brought over a plate of green, wild vegetable cornbread.

Qin Yuhe: "Eat this."

Song Tingye: "It is the twenty-first century, who still eats wild vegetable cornbread?"

Song Xinya: "Prisoners in the old days used to eat this. You are currently a guilty man, so this is exactly what you deserve."

Song Tingye was not a picky eater. He figured having something to eat was better than nothing. With such a big plate of cornbread, he could definitely fill his stomach.

He reached out and grabbed a green piece of cornbread.

Qin Yuhe: "Take the rest away."

Song Tingye: "!!"

Only one piece of cornbread for a whole meal? This was no way to live!

Song Tingye was so angry he wanted to throw the cornbread in his hand, but he could not bear to waste it.

Qin Yuyan had witnessed Qin Yuhe's iron-fisted methods before and knew his punishments were truly cold-blooded and merciless.

If the servant took the cornbread away, she really would not have anything to eat.

As the servant walked past her, she quickly reached out her small hand and swiped one: "This is my food."

Song Tingye: "Sister, brother-in-law, the little princess and I kneeled on durians last night and injured our knees. Wounds need protein to heal, and patients need nutrition. You have to give us some meat."

Qin Yuhe saw right through him and gave a cold smile: "You dripped red ink right onto your crotch. If you had not said you injured your knees, I would have thought you were on your period."

Song Tingye looked down and let out a cursed sound. There really was a massive patch of red ink on his crotch!

Oh no, he was exposed.

Whoosh! He immediately clamped his legs together!

Song Tingye: "I am a growing boy, I am tall, I am big, and I have a huge appetite. One piece of cornbread is too little. Is it too much to ask for two pieces a meal?"

After waiting for a second and seeing that Qin Yuhe and Song Xinya were not saying anything, Song Tingye reached into the plate, grabbed another piece of cornbread, and sprinted toward the bedroom.

Who in this day and age was more miserable than him? He had to worry about being hunted down just for wanting an extra piece of cornbread!

Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe actually did not bother chasing after him. They both knew his appetite; if they really only gave him one piece of cornbread per meal, the kid might actually starve to death.

While her older brother and sister-in-law sat at the dining table eating delicacies, Qin Yuyan sat in the corner of the sofa gnawing on her cornbread.

The cornbread was too dry and scratched her throat, so she had to wash it down with water.

The young girl looked as pure as a fairy, wearing a gorgeous and expensive white dress, holding a piece of cornbread in both hands.

Whose little princess would be gnawing on cornbread?

The Qin family's would.

Song Xinya could not bear to watch anymore and tried to persuade Qin Yuhe: "Yanyan knows she was wrong now. Just let her come to the table to eat."

Qin Yuyan's eyes were filled with expectation as she looked at Qin Yuhe with bright, sparkling eyes.

Qin Yuhe: "No."

Qin Yuyan's face crumpled in despair.

Boohoo, her hopes were shattered.

Qin Yuhe looked at Song Xinya and said, "She only looks sweet and obedient. She knows she is wrong but will not change, and she will dare to do it again next time. That is exactly the kind of brat she is."

Qin Yuhe glanced at Qin Yuyan: "Let us starve her for three days first."

Qin Yuyan whimpered even louder.

After dinner, the precious hydrangea varieties Qin Yuhe had purchased from the United States arrived after their journey across the ocean.

This variety of hydrangea was called: Endless Summer.

It was the top tier of the hydrangea world, known as the Liu Yifei of hydrangeas.

Not only was it beautiful, but it also had an incredibly long blooming period, lasting from May to October. Furthermore, the color of the flowers would change with the acidity and alkalinity of the soil, shifting from green and blue to pink and red.

The matters of the garden were usually handled by the butler, and the butler assigned to this villa was very careful and responsible.

However, Qin Yuhe still went to the garden himself to personally plant the hydrangeas.

Song Xinya accompanied him, walking toward the garden together.

Qin Yuhe: "Planting hydrangeas is not an easy chore. Not only will your hands get dirty, but you might also scrape your skin."

Song Xinya: "Since it is such tiring work, why do you still want to do it?"

Qin Yuhe: "As a husband, I want to personally do something for my wife."

He turned his head and looked into her eyes: "I want you to think of me whenever you see hydrangeas from now on."

His features were deep and striking, and the color of his eyes was an intensely profound black, like a starless sea under the dark night sky.

When gazing into those eyes, it felt as if her soul was being drawn in.

All the sounds of the world faded away, leaving only Song Xinya's rapid, clear heartbeat.

She looked at him, feeling a slight sense of dizziness and weightlessness.

She remembered what he had once told her: that they would treat each other with mutual respect, like guests, without interfering in each other's lives.

Somewhere in her heart, like a seed breaking through the soil to sprout a fresh, tender shoot, an earnest expectation began to emerge—

Perhaps, one day, he would fall in love with her.

.........

Back in the living room, the moment Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe stepped outside, a bedroom door suddenly opened.

Looking shifty and acting like a thief, Song Tingye sneaked out from inside.

He looked at Qin Yuyan sitting on the sofa. Two burly men in sunglasses stood beside her, keeping an eye on her to make sure she didn't sneak any food.

Song Tingye looked behind him; two burly men were standing there as well.

"With this kind of VIP treatment, people who don't know any better might think I'm some big celebrity."

His brother-in-law was really serious this time. He was determined to punish their minds with hunger, and his resolve was unwavering.

Song Tingye had originally planned to sneak a plate of beef, but it seemed he would only be sneaking a bite of nothing.

He walked over to Qin Yuyan and sat down beside her. "Did you get enough to eat just now?"

Qin Yuyan clutched her flat stomach and said, "No."

Song Tingye wasn't full either. That little steamed bun from earlier wasn't even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth. Eating it felt no different from not eating at all.

His stomach kept rumbling, sounding like a traditional drum performance.

He had taken two steamed buns earlier, and there was still one left uneaten in his bedroom.

Song Tingye went back to his room to fetch it, sat back on the sofa, and handed it to Qin Yuyan. "Here, eat this."

Qin Yuyan's eyes lit up. Just as she reached out to take it, her hand paused in mid-air. She looked at Song Tingye. "Aren't you hungry?"

Song Tingye said, "I'm not hungry."

Qin Yuyan: "Really?"

Song Tingye: "Really. I ate a lot this morning, so I'm not hungry at all right now."

Qin Yuyan took the steamed bun.

The girl's soft, slender white fingers broke the bun in half, handing one piece to Song Tingye.

"Half for each of us, so our bond won't break. Even if the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, it will never change."

Song Tingye looked at the half bun offered to him, and then at the smooth, tender little hand holding it.

"You're the one who's hungry, so you should just eat it all. This bun is tiny to begin with. If you give me half, you'll only have one bite left."

Qin Yuyan persistently reached out to him, pushing the bun closer to his chest.

"Eating alone doesn't last; sharing makes true friends."

Song Tingye was amused by her little rhymes. Looking at her exquisitely carved little face, he reached out and pinched her cheek.

The skin beneath his fingertips was warm and smooth, like touching freshly steamed milk cake—soft, bouncy, and tender.

Song Tingye took the half bun from her hand. "Alright then, I guess it's better to accept than to decline."

The two kids each held their half of the wild vegetable steamed bun, sitting on the sofa and eating with relish.

Neither of them could bear to take big bites. They nibbled it slowly, piece by piece, because once it was gone, there would be nothing left, and they would have to go hungry again.

………

In the garden, Song Xinya stood under the cool shade of a tree.

Qin Yuhe stood under the scorching sun, turning the soil to plant flowers.

Song Xinya had a maid bring over a parasol. Holding it in her hand, she walked toward him.

A patch of cool shade suddenly covered his head. Qin Yuhe looked up at her. "Didn't I tell you to stay in the shade?"

Song Xinya: "I came to see if the Crown Prince's hoe is made of gold."

Qin Yuhe lifted the hoe in his hand. "See it?"

Song Xinya: "I see it. The Crown Prince looks exceptionally handsome even when he's hoeing the ground."

Her little mouth kept chattering: "Every time I see you, it's like looking at a god. I spin around 360 degrees with no blind spots, using my pure, flawless eyes to admire you, a captivatingly handsome man, over and over again. I'm so struck by your handsomeness that I punch the wall, knock the wall down, and merge rooms with the neighbor. I show you to the neighbor, and the neighbor screams at your handsomeness too. The neighbor and I are both overwhelmed by your good looks, crying our eyes out while fiercely pounding the great wall."

Qin Yuhe stared at Song Xinya's lips. "It seems your mouth doesn't hurt anymore. I guess I kissed you too lightly yesterday."

Song Xinya: "What do you mean? Can't you see my lips are still swollen? It still hurts."

Qin Yuhe: "Does it really still hurt?"

Song Xinya's face flushed with shyness, and she covered his mouth. "No dirty thoughts allowed."

A moist warmth pressed against her palm; the tip of his tongue licked her hand.

Song Xinya's heart suddenly fluttered. She pulled her hand back, but as her fingers brushed past his lips, he opened his mouth and caught one, holding it between his lips.

He sucked on her finger joint, his soft tongue rubbing against her fingertip.

A strong gust of wind blew past, rustling the leaves on the trees.

Her finger bone sank into the warm, soft cavity of his mouth, enveloped and sucked by his agile tongue.

His handsome eyes half-closed in a very comfortable expression.

He stared at her intently, observing her reaction.

Song Xinya's face was three shades pinker than the hydrangeas nearby.

The tingling numbness on her finger and the blinding, scorching sun melted together in the dry summer wind.

The varied sounds of footsteps approached, and a team of workers walked over carrying hydrangeas.

"Mr. Qin, where should we put these hydrangeas?"

At this moment, Qin Yuhe was standing with his back to the workers.

The workers couldn't see what kind of flirtatious deed Qin Yuhe was up to.

Qin Yuhe gave the finger in his mouth a hard suck before letting it go.

"Put them in the corner, in the shade."

Song Xinya retracted her hand, her entire arm feeling numb.

Qin Yuhe's gaze dropped to her finger, seeing her pale, slender joint glistening with his saliva.

A psychological feeling akin to a puppy marking its territory surfaced within him. She had been marked by him.

Marked, which meant she was his.

With people bustling around, it was inconvenient for Qin Yuhe to do anything else, so he resumed hoeing the ground and planting flowers.

He didn't see Song Xinya, standing behind him, gracefully put that slightly wet finger into her own mouth...

She couldn't explain her own mindset. Before her brain even registered what she was doing, she had already placed the finger he had just sucked into her mouth.

His saliva spread across her tongue.

Her mouth was filled with his taste—crisp, intense, and intoxicating.

When she realized what she was doing, Song Xinya was startled by herself.

Had it been anyone else, she absolutely never would have done this.

The sun moved from due south to the west.

The originally bare garden was now planted full of pink and blue hydrangeas.

The entire garden was embraced by hydrangeas, layer upon layer, weaving into a gentle dream of pink and blue.

Every single flower had been planted by Qin Yuhe's own hands.

The two stood in the sea of flowers, surrounded by the pink and blue blooms.

Qin Yuhe asked, "Mrs. Qin, what did I plant for you?"

Song Xinya: "Flowers."

Qin Yuhe said, "I planted spring and summer for you."