In the lounge, Song Xinya stood.
Opposite her was a chair, but Old Master Qin did not sit; he was also standing.
If one sat and the other stood, it would look like an elder reprimanding a junior.
He was not here to reprimand her today.
She stood, and he stood as well. This was the respect he gave to his granddaughter-in-law.
He wanted to talk to her about a very important and serious matter in an equal environment.
Old Master Qin spoke, "I hear you have a younger brother and a younger sister."
Song Xinya murmured in agreement, "Yes."
Old Master Qin: "I hear that your generation doesn't have a deep-rooted obsession with having children, nor do you pursue a life of having many children for more blessings."
"But for our generation, having flocks of children and grandchildren, and a thriving lineage, is the most fulfilling thing in life."
"I have thin blessings; I only have Little He as my grandson."
"Little He, he is the only male heir of the Qin family in this generation."
"Little He is not an ordinary person. He is the helmsman of our Qin family and the person in power of the Qin Group. What he shoulders is not just his personal honor and disgrace, but the rise and fall of the entire family."
"Before the founding of the country, our Qin family had already been passed down for dozens of generations. As the most prestigious century-old aristocratic family in history, the prosperity of our Qin family has never relied on the lone fight of a certain generation, but on a relay and support that spans centuries."
"There are three forms of unfilial conduct, of which having no heir is the worst. This is the family motto of our Qin family."
"Perhaps some people will say that the concepts of our Qin family are rotten and outdated. I can understand those people, because they have achieved nothing, have no vault at home, and have no massive wealth measured in billions to inherit."
The previous build-up ended. Old Master Qin looked at Song Xinya, his eyes like an eagle. "In the future, I do not wish for Little He to encounter any accidents or suffer any injuries because of anyone or anything."
How could Song Xinya not understand his meaning? This was an instruction, and also a warning.
She couldn't say no. As an elder holding heavy power, Old Master Qin didn't blame her directly, which had already given her enough face.
As an old man, how could he not be heartbroken for his own grandson?
Things have priorities, and people have degrees of closeness.
Her sister was very important to her, but to Old Master Qin, naturally his grandson was more important.
He couldn't just leave his own biological grandson unprotected to protect a stranger; that would go against human nature and emotion.
As a twenty-five-year-old adult, Song Xinya's perspective on things was no longer absolute right and wrong. She had reached an age where she could understand both sides. Many things had no right or wrong, just different standpoints. How could she blame an old man who worried about his grandson? She could understand his deep love for his grandson.
She nodded to Old Master Qin and said with sincere words, "Grandpa, rest assured. In the future, I will not let my husband fall into any danger. As his wife, I am also his family. Just like you, I hope he will always be safe."
Having said this much, Old Master Qin said no more.
Walking out of the lounge, Song Xinya went to the water room to fetch water.
She carried the filled thermos back to the ward and saw that Qin Yuhe was already awake.
Song Xinya: "I just coaxed you to sleep, how come you're awake already?"
Qin Yuhe: "I was groggy, but I felt like I couldn't sleep soundly. Maybe I'm not lacking sleep."
Actually, it was because his abdomen and the palms of his hands hurt too much. Even when asleep, this pain was impossible to ignore, so he couldn't sleep soundly and was woken up by the pain.
Song Xinya asked, "Shall I turn on the TV so you can watch for a while?"
This could distract him so he wouldn't keep focusing on the pain. She could tell he was woken up by the pain.
Qin Yuhe replied, "I don't want to watch."
Song Xinya: "Then what do you want to do?"
Qin Yuhe looked at her and said ambiguously, "Will you cooperate with me in whatever I want to do?"
Song Xinya picked up a bright red apple from the fruit bowl, pinched the tip of the apple with her fingertips, and slowly turned the fruit knife against the peel, starting to peel the apple. She kept her head down, her gaze focused on the apple in her hand, as if she didn't hear the underlying meaning in his words.
His abdomen had a hole stabbed into it, and he was still thinking about doing that.
Truly authentic, what a huge addiction.
Even if she sat on top and rocked, she was worried she would press him into a severe hemorrhage.
Lest they fail to make love and he gets pushed into the ICU for emergency treatment.
It was a matter of life and death, not a trivial matter. Song Xinya would rather he hold it in and suffer than mess around.
Seeing that Song Xinya showed no reaction, Qin Yuhe didn't mention it anymore.
Actually, he was just thinking about it. She couldn't stop him from even thinking about it, right? Just thinking, it didn't take any physical strength, just a turn of the brain.
Qin Yuhe shifted to another matter: "I just called my assistant."
Song Xinya: "Your hands are injured, and you can still make calls?"
Qin Yuhe: "The phone has a voice function. My tongue is still here; as long as I can speak, I can call."
Song Xinya asked, "Why did you call your assistant? Is there some work matter to handle?"
"It's not a work matter," Qin Yuhe glanced at her phone. "Open your phone and see."
Song Xinya opened her phone and heard the sound of coins arriving: [Qin Yuhe transferred one million to you]
She looked up at him blankly: "Why did you suddenly send me money?"
Qin Yuhe: "Just now a little crab said she was out of money, so I sent money to the little crab."
Song Xinya remembered the story she told earlier: "I told that story, I didn't mean to ask you for money."
Qin Yuhe: "I know. I'm just bored and wanted to transfer money to you."
Transferring a million to someone just because you're bored? What a sugar daddy!
Song Xinya: "God of Wealth, how should I thank you?"
Qin Yuhe looked at her with burning eyes: "Kiss me."
Song Xinya cut a small piece of apple and stuffed it into his mouth: "Immortals and mortals cannot kiss. It violates the heavenly laws and will result in being cast into the eighteenth level of hell."
Qin Yuhe: "Kiss me once, I'll send you one million. Kiss me twice, I'll send you two million."
Song Xinya spoke righteously, her face full of integrity: "You're testing me with this, right? Qin Yuhe, you know, I've never been a money-grubber. I prefer to rely on my own abilities to earn money solidly, rather than taking shortcuts."
She stood up briskly, leaned over his mouth, and mwah, mwah, gave him two fierce kisses.
"Two million, send the money!"
Qin Yuhe lay on his back, relaxed and lazy, smiling with a light and noble elegance.
"Song Xinya, is this what you meant by relying on your own abilities to earn money solidly?"
Song Xinya blinked her eyes: "How is earning money by kissing not solid? Being able to earn money by kissing is also an ability."
She asked him, "Would you be willing to let other women kiss you?"
Qin Yuhe: "No."
Song Xinya: "See, this is my ability."
