Teased by Qin Yuhe, Song Xinya lay in bed for an hour, unable to fall asleep.
Fortunately, she didn't have to go to work now.
Otherwise, she definitely wouldn't have been able to get up and would have had her pay docked for being late.
By the time Song Xinya got out of bed, it was already ten o'clock.
She opened the closet door to get her underwear. Huh—where did her bras go?
She remembered clearly that she had hung them in the closet yesterday.
Song Xinya opened all the closets and searched through them all. All ten of her bras were gone.
This villa was always guarded by maids, so they couldn't have been stolen.
So—did the maids put them away for her?
Qin Yuhe definitely wouldn't touch her bras.
Since the maids put them away, they must still be in this room.
Song Xinya reached out and pulled open the bottom drawer.
A row of neatly folded little squares caught her eye.
Song Xinya thought to herself, the maids of a wealthy family really are particular; they even fold bras so perfectly.
However, the support structures in bras easily deform after repeated folding, reducing their supportive effect on the chest.
Especially since Song Xinya was a well-endowed girl.
The supportive effect of underwear was too important to her; otherwise, things would easily sag.
Song Xinya took out all the bras, unfolded the little squares one by one, and hung them back in the closet.
She pulled out a purple one, leaned her upper body slightly forward, and put it on.
While she was getting dressed, Tiantianquan called. Song Xinya put her phone on the table and pressed the speakerphone button.
Tiantianquan's excited, eager voice came through: "Hey, babe, how did things go with your husband last night? Was the battle intense?"
Song Xinya: "The battle never even started, so there's nothing to say about whether it was intense or not."
Tiantianquan: "Damn! You even put on your battle gear, and you two still didn't fire your first shot!"
Tiantianquan's brain spun for a moment before she said, "Babe, I sincerely suggest you make an appointment for your husband at the andrology department. If he really has erectile dysfunction, it's better to treat it early. If it really can't be cured, as women, we can't wrong ourselves. Just change to a husband who functions normally."
Song Xinya slipped her feet into tight blue jeans, pulled them up, and buttoned the waist with her fingers.
"What erectile dysfunction? Tiantianquan, what are you thinking about all day? I think you have a heart dysfunction, commonly known as being brain-dead."
Tiantianquan: "Sigh, I'm just worried that your life won't be sexually fulfilling."
Song Xinya: "Stop worrying. I'm living a very happy life."
Tiantianquan: "Yeah, very sexually fulfilling. You've been married for five days and still haven't consummated the marriage with your husband."
Song Xinya: "Go out and turn left. There's a supermarket by the road. You need to go buy a bottle of stain remover to clean your dirty mind."
Look at that, they hadn't even reached the stage of quantum entanglement where 'I am in you and you are in me', and she was already defending her husband so fiercely.
Tiantianquan suddenly realized something and asked, "Song Xinya, didn't you say before that you and your husband treat each other with mutual respect but don't interfere with each other? Why do I feel like you actually quite like your husband now?"
Song Xinya's hand, which was putting on her shirt, suddenly paused.
After a while, she said, "One of the marital obligations is mutual respect. Qin Yuhe is my legal husband. If someone speaks ill of him, of course I have to defend him."
Tiantianquan: "What about him? If someone spoke ill of you to his face, would he defend you?"
Song Xinya thought for a moment and replied, "I think he would."
Tiantianquan: "You two are the ones living your lives, so I won't babble blindly anymore. If I say too much, you'll get annoyed, and it'll make me look like a gossipy woman who can't stand seeing others do well. I'll just repeat the same old saying: sisters for life, never apart; good friends might not see each other often, but they always keep each other in their thoughts. If you ever need my help, just say the word, and I will definitely help."
Song Xinya: "Thank you, Quanquan."
Tiantianquan: "Look at you, I haven't even helped with anything yet, and you're already thanking me."
Song Xinya smiled faintly: "Help can be material, and it can also be emotional. There aren't many people in this world who would tell me that as long as I ask, they will definitely help me. Quanquan, you genuinely care about me, so naturally, I have to thank you."
Tiantianquan wiped away non-existent tears from the corner of her eyes with her finger: "Babe, you've moved me to tears, boo hoo hoo."
Song Xinya smiled and started buttoning her pale yellow shirt.
Tiantianquan: "It's just that you're too independent. Whenever you encounter something, you always keep it bottled up inside, digesting and solving it by yourself. I never even get a chance to help you."
Tiantianquan used a flirtatious tone and said, "Hey beauty, do me a favor, give your big sister a chance to dote on you properly~"
Song Xinya smiled and said, "I want to drink an Oreo lava cheese milk tea. How about you do me a favor and buy me a cup?"
Tiantianquan patted her chest loudly: "I'll buy you two cups! You can drink one and pour the other away."
While chatting with Tiantianquan, Song Xinya finished getting dressed and walked down to the first floor.
Tiantianquan: "Do you have anything going on today? We didn't get to eat KFC yesterday, so let's make up for it today and grab a meal at KFC?"
Song Xinya: "Today I'm planning to take Xiaoye to the nursing home to visit Grandma."
She had been busy making money before and didn't have time to visit the elderly woman. Now that she had some free time, Song Xinya wanted to go see her.
Tiantianquan: "It's been a long time since I saw our grandma. I'll go with you today and have a good chat with her."
Song Xinya said, "Okay, I'll pick you up in a bit."
Since the car Qin Yuhe gave her was a sports car that could only seat two people, and Song Xinya had seen many other brands of luxury cars parked in the garage on moving day, she figured that since they were just sitting there anyway, she might as well borrow a four-seater car to drive.
Song Xinya picked up her phone, keeping in mind Qin Yuhe's words about not interfering with each other, and called his assistant.
"Miss Song, is there anything I can help you with?"
Song Xinya: "I'm planning to go to the nursing home today to visit my grandma, along with my younger brother and a friend. I wanted to ask, could I drive one of the four-seater cars in the garage?"
Assistant: "Of course. Mr. Qin has instructed that you have the right to use everything in the Forbidden City Mansion."
Song Xinya: "Where are the car keys kept?"
Assistant: "Please wait a moment, Miss Song. I'll bring them over to you right now."
Hanging up the phone, it was the intermission of a meeting.
The assistant walked up to Qin Yuhe, wanting to tell him about going to deliver the car keys to Miss Song, when Qin Yuhe's phone rang.
The moment he saw the contact name, a flash of impatience crossed Qin Yuhe's usually calm and unruffled eyes.
To be able to cause such a large emotional fluctuation in President Qin, the assistant guessed who the caller was.
That King of Hell, the Rakshasa.
The assistant stood to the side, not daring to make a sound.
Qin Yuhe walked to the empty end of the corridor and pressed the answer button.
A middle-aged man's deep voice came through, rolling with a furious interrogation: "I heard you got married?"
Qin Yuhe's tone remained calm: "Yes."
The anger in Qin Hanxiao's voice grew even stronger. "Shouldn't you have told me you were getting married? As your father, I had to hear the news of your wedding from your grandmother."
Qin Yuhe replied, "As my father, you should reflect on why I didn't tell you about something as important as my marriage in the first place."
Qin Hanxiao looked as if he had been struck hard, freezing for a moment.
He had done too many things to wrong Qin Yuhe, so many that he couldn't even count them all at once.
However, accustomed to the superiority of his status as a father and his ingrained chauvinism, Qin Hanxiao did not believe he was in the wrong.
He sneered, "Isn't it just because the wife you found is nothing special? She comes from a lowly family, lacks class, and isn't worthy of marrying into our Qin family. Bringing such a low-class woman home is a disgrace to even talk about. You were just too ashamed to tell me."
Qin Yuhe retorted, "My wife deserves all the praise in the world. She is beautiful, sincere, and open-hearted. She would never attack others for no reason. On that point alone, you cannot compare to her."
Qin Hanxiao's fury flared even higher. "You've only been married to her for a few days, and you're already turning against me to defend her!"
Qin Yuhe articulated every word clearly, leaving no room for argument: "The Civil Code places a spouse first among relatives. In legal principle, free will outweighs blood ties, and prioritizing one's spouse is an obligation granted by the law."
"I will not allow anyone to criticize my wife. Whether you are my parent or my elder, she owes nothing to anyone in the Qin family, and she should not have to endure any verbal abuse from them."
"This is the first and the last time. If I hear you criticize my wife again, remember that I am the one currently in power in the Qin family, and I am the one in charge of distributing the family's assets. I will make sure you don't get a single cent."
Qin Hanxiao was subdued and didn't dare utter another word.
