Song Xinya looked at Qin Yuhe's smiling face and couldn't help but smile along with him. Her eyes curved into crescents, and the faint contours beneath her eyes held shattered starlight.
Qin Yuhe leaned against the wall, his head resting on it. His smooth jawline was slightly raised, and his long, straight eyelashes cast thick, dark shadows, making him look both arrogant and endearing.
"Does seeing me smile make you this happy, Mrs. Qin?"
Song Xinya replied sweetly, "Yes, I'm happy. I love seeing you smile."
Her eyes were clear and bright, and her sweet smile was wrapped in a gentle softness, like the warmest breeze in March, comforting and healing.
Watching her smile, Qin Yuhe chuckled as well. "You look like a little fangirl right now."
Song Xinya clenched her hands into fists and held them by her cheeks, acting like a fan who had finally met her idol. "Ahhh, mister, I'm your biggest fangirl!"
Qin Yuhe laughed, the sound vibrating from his chest, deep and sexy.
Song Xinya lifted her chin at him. "Did my cuteness just kill you?"
Qin Yuhe: "It makes me want to do you."
Song Xinya: •᷄ࡇ•᷅
Song Xinya: ꈍ◡ꈍ (So annoying~)
She looked at him shyly. "You're talking nonsense again."
Qin Yuhe's tone was sincere. "It's not nonsense. I'm speaking from the bottom of my heart."
Song Xinya reached out and covered his mouth. "No, you can't."
His wet, soft tongue licked the palm of her hand. A tingling sensation spread along the lines of her palm, and her fingertips couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Song Xinya pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted.
Qin Yuhe: "Why not?"
"Why do you think?" Song Xinya pointed to his gauze-wrapped palm, then to his bandaged abdomen. "Look at the state you're in. Can you even move?"
Qin Yuhe: "You can sit on top and move."
Song Xinya: "...Even if I were to sit on top and move, it wouldn't be now. Wait until your body is completely recovered, then we can do... that."
Qin Yuhe: "Thank you for agreeing to sit on top and move, my wife. I will definitely rest well and recover as soon as possible."
Song Xinya felt dizzy.
Oh no, she had just sold herself out.
Song Xinya: "I need some Peace right now."
Qin Yuhe: "Which bastard is this Peace?"
This man really knew how to interrupt and tease her on purpose.
Song Xinya wanted to bite him.
She picked up the full thermos, forcing herself to find something to do. "I'm going to get some water."
Before leaving the room, she turned on the TV for him and switched it to his favorite financial channel.
Song Xinya actually understood Qin Yuhe's restlessness. She knew him well; he was an incredibly energetic person who could normally work for 22 hours straight, sleep for only two hours, and still remain sharp and radiant.
For such a high-energy person to suddenly be idle, lying in bed twenty-four hours a day with nowhere to vent his excess energy—while she wandered around right under his nose every day, occasionally giving him a passionate hug or an affectionate kiss—it was only natural that his mind would wander to that sort of thing.
It was an animal instinct, human nature, and she understood him.
Carrying the thermos, Song Xinya walked out into the corridor and saw Jin Ruizhi and Jian Yiyi still standing at the door of the ward.
"Why are you two still here?"
Jian Yiyi: "Sister, I want to stay on guard here. If you need any help, I can do some chores for you."
She reached out to take the thermos from Song Xinya's hand. "I'll go get the water."
Song Xinya: "No need, I'll go."
Jian Yiyi: "Don't you need to keep brother-in-law company?"
Song Xinya: "I want to let him have some Peace."
Jian Yiyi: "What's wrong with brother-in-law? Why does he need Peace?"
An indescribable expression flashed across Song Xinya's face. Jin Ruizhi called out, "Jian Yiyi, your shoelace is untied."
Jian Yiyi looked down at her shoes. "No, it's not."
She turned her head to look at Jin Ruizhi, her pink lips pouting slightly. "Why are you teasing me again?"
Song Xinya took the opportunity to head to the water room to fetch water.
Jin Ruizhi brushed his palm over Jian Yiyi's head. "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."
At her age, Jian Yiyi was still in a state of naive innocence. "What do you mean, don't ask what I shouldn't ask? Everything I just asked was perfectly fine to ask."
Jin Ruizhi couldn't explain it too clearly to her either, or it would make him seem like he knew way too much—even though he actually did know way too much.
"Just listen to me. Your sister didn't answer your question just now, which proves she didn't want to answer it, or was too embarrassed to answer. So just drop it."
Jian Yiyi thought about it but couldn't figure it out. Still, she listened to Jin Ruizhi and said obediently, "Okay, I won't ask."
When Song Xinya came back with the hot water, she saw the two youngsters standing together, chatting warmly, with Jin Ruizhi reaching out to touch Jian Yiyi's head.
A murderous aura instantly flared up in Song Xinya's eyes. "Jin Ruizhi! Watch where you're putting your dog paws!"
Jin Ruizhi: "There was a little bug in Jian Yiyi's hair. I was helping her shoo it away."
Song Xinya walked over and circled Jian Yiyi's head, inspecting it. "Where's the bug? Where is it? Where's the little bug!"
Jin Ruizhi: "The little bug flew away."
Song Xinya: "Don't try to brush me off with that excuse. Your Sister Ya here invented that trick!"
Jin Ruizhi: "Sister, don't be so fierce."
Song Xinya: "Ugh—save your whining. I don't buy that act. I only like older men."
Jin Ruizhi: "Sister just likes old sausages like President Qin."
Qin Yuhe's voice rang out from inside the ward: "Jin Ruizhi, you're courting death!"
Jin Ruizhi shuddered all over and ran away with his tail tucked between his legs.
Song Xinya: "See that? Compared to older men, younger men are just little boys."
Jian Yiyi: "Jin Ruizhi is older than me."
Song Xinya: "You two are the same age."
Jian Yiyi: "He was born a few months before me, so he's the older brother."
Song Xinya studied Jian Yiyi. "Didn't you absolutely hate him before? Why are you constantly speaking up for him now?"
Jian Yiyi: "He's my lifesaver now. If someone saves my life and I still hate them, I'd be an ungrateful wretch. I'd be despised and spat on by everyone."
Song Xinya lifted her chin and pointed at her. "Have you fallen for Jin Ruizhi?"
Jian Yiyi: "No, I'm just stating objective facts. I don't have romantic feelings for Jin Ruizhi."
Song Xinya sounded just like every parent in the world: "You're about to start your senior year of high school. Don't think about anything else. For this year, just focus on your studies. Study hard, make progress every day, and put all your time and energy into learning so you can get into a good university. Everything else can wait until after the college entrance exams."
Jian Yiyi nodded obediently. "Okay, Sister, I'll remember that."
Song Xinya: "Don't just stand at the door. Go back and rest. The education channel broadcasts master classes every morning at 11 o'clock, covering senior year topics. Go watch that."
Jian Yiyi waved goodbye to Song Xinya. "Sister, I'm going to study."
The young girl walked under the sunlight. Her high ponytail sliced through the golden rays, and her flying hair outlined the vibrant, fresh energy of youth.
She reached the end of the corridor, turned left, and headed toward the elevator.
Behind her, on the other side of the corridor, Jin Ruizhi stood pressed against the wall, his gaze blankly fixed on her retreating figure.
He had heard every word Jian Yiyi and Song Xinya had just said.
He heard Jian Yiyi's words loud and clear: "I have no romantic feelings for Jin Ruizhi..."
