It was broad daylight. When Song Xinya woke up, she found herself lying in Qin Yuhe's arms.
This habit of hers, snuggling into his arms as soon as she fell asleep—ugh!
Snuggling was one thing, but insisting on hugging his arm while sleeping—double ugh!
Suddenly, Song Xinya's eyes widened. She sat up abruptly from the bed and carefully stared at his hand.
The gauze was still pristine white; she hadn't pressed on it and caused it to bleed.
She reached out to touch it, wanting to check, when she heard Qin Yuhe say, "No need to look, it's fine."
His voice was clear and crisp, lacking the husky lethargy of someone who had just woken up. He had been awake for quite a while.
Song Xinya turned her head to look at him. "Do you want to get up now?"
Qin Yuhe: "I can't get up right now."
Song Xinya: "I know, I'll help you up."
Qin Yuhe: "We're not talking about the same thing."
Realizing something, Song Xinya's gaze dropped past his waist and abdomen. Her cheeks instantly flushed red, and she turned her head away.
Every time she saw it, she felt a bit intimidated.
Because it was truly too majestic and terrifying.
Qin Yuhe: "I'm really not teasing you on purpose. You know, every man is like this in the morning."
Song Xinya bit her lip. "I'm a married woman, after all. How could I not understand this bit of biology?"
She had already experienced what he had to offer; pretending to be a pure, innocent young girl now would be too fake.
Song Xinya hopped out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.
When she came out, feeling fresh and clean, she held a damp towel in her hand.
Song Xinya walked over to Qin Yuhe, her tone carrying a hint of coaxing a child. "I'm going to wipe your facey-wacey."
Qin Yuhe: "..."
After wiping his face, Song Xinya added, "I'm going to wipe your necky-wecky."
Qin Yuhe: "......"
Song Xinya: "I'm going to wipe your chesty-westy."
Qin Yuhe: "........."
Song Xinya: "Why are you staying silent and not saying anything?"
Qin Yuhe: "Baby talky, grossy-wossy."
Song Xinya: "Hungry tummy, eat foody."
Qin Yuhe: "Stop yappy, quiet-wiety."
Song Xinya: "No way-way, just yappy-yappy."
Qin Yuhe was the first to concede defeat. "Speak human."
Song Xinya: "I'm going to pee-pee, phone on charge-charge, can't carry-carry, call me-me if need-need."
Qin Yuhe couldn't take it-it anymore.
Song Xinya put the damp towel back in the bathroom, relieved herself, washed her hands, and walked to the door. She unlocked and opened the room door, seeing that it was a bright and sunny day.
She walked back to Qin Yuhe's side, worried that if she kept using baby talk, she'd overstimulate the young master Qin, so she returned to speaking normally.
"Do you want to get out of bed?"
Qin Yuhe: "Yes."
Song Xinya wrapped her arms around his lean waist, rested her chin on his shoulder, and pressed her soft, warm body against him.
"Sister, Brother-in-law."
"Ms. Song, Mr. Qin."
Jian Yiyi and Jin Ruizhi walked in. Seeing Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe hugging on the hospital bed, their footsteps suddenly paused, and both of them looked a bit embarrassed.
Although intimacy between a married couple was perfectly normal, the two people across from them were minors. They were at an age of first awakenings of love, full of curiosity about the opposite sex. Song Xinya still preferred to be discreet around them.
"Because Mr. Qin is injured and his mobility is limited, I'm helping him sit up."
Jian Yiyi: "Do you need my help?"
Qin Yuhe and Jin Ruizhi's voices sounded at the same time: "No need."
Song Xinya helped Qin Yuhe sit up, then turned to face the two youngsters. "Why are you two here so early?"
Jin Ruizhi: "There are a lot of questions I don't know how to do, so I wanted to ask Ms. Song for help."
Song Xinya looked at his excited expression. "Did you sleep well last night?"
Jin Ruizhi: "I slept for three hours last night."
Song Xinya: "And you're still this energetic?"
Jin Ruizhi: "I'm addicted to studying and can't extricate myself."
The underachiever had completely changed his ways.
Song Xinya looked at Jin Ruizhi, then at Jian Yiyi, seeing through it but not pointing it out.
Who hasn't liked or had a crush on someone of the opposite sex during adolescence? This is human instinct and nature. Such feelings cannot be suppressed, but they can be properly guided.
Sometimes, affection between teenage boys and girls isn't necessarily a bad thing.
Instead, it can be transformed into positive, upward-striving energy.
Song Xinya: "Show me the questions you don't know, and I'll teach you."
Jin Ruizhi handed the thermos box in his hand to Song Xinya. "You can't teach us on an empty stomach. Ms. Song and Mr. Qin, please eat breakfast first."
While Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe ate breakfast, the two youngsters leaned over the table, doing their exercises.
After eating, Song Xinya explained the problems to them.
In the afternoon, someone unexpected arrived in the hospital room.
Qin Yuhe's personal assistant, carrying two laptops on his back and a large bag full of documents in each hand, appeared before everyone, looking travel-worn rather than fresh and sprightly.
"Mr. Qin, I'm here."
Qin Yuhe lifted his eyes to look at him. "I didn't call for you."
Song Xinya: "I was the one who called him over."
To give Qin Yuhe something to do, burn off his overly exuberant energy, and distract him, Song Xinya had asked his assistant to bring over a pile of work.
A small table was set up on the hospital bed. The assistant placed the laptops and documents on it, making a welcoming gesture.
"Mr. Qin, come on, let's get to work."
Qin Yuhe didn't say anything about Song Xinya's arrangement. He lowered his head and began reviewing the documents.
Because after being firmly rejected by his wife yesterday, Qin Yuhe realized that until his injuries healed, she truly wasn't going to let him eat her.
He really did need to do something to vent his frustration.
If he couldn't engage in physical labor, he would engage in mental labor.
The assistant stood to the side, his hands folded in front of him.
As Qin Yuhe's gaze dropped from the top of the page to the bottom, the assistant hurriedly bent over to turn the page for him.
As Qin Yuhe's eyes swept across the computer screen from left to right, the assistant hurried to bend over and click the mouse for him.
Attentive and accommodating, he served him as thoroughly as a little eunuch beside an ancient emperor.
Knowing that his wife would rather die than submit before his body fully recovered, Qin Yuhe gave up on the idea of eating her for the next few days.
In the blink of an eye, seven days passed.
The burns on Qin Yuhe's hands began to heal, and he no longer had to endure the pain of having his flesh scrubbed with a wire ball every day.
The stitches from the stab wound on his waist and abdomen were removed.
He went from needing someone else's help to sit up to being able to sit up on his own.
His energy improved day by day, and his lips slowly regained their color from a sickly pale.
However, they hadn't completely returned to their original bright, rich red; that would still take some time.
This prefecture-level city didn't have an airport, so Old Master Qin and Old Madam Qin arranged for a fleet of Rolls-Royces to drive over from Jingbei City to respectfully welcome the young master home.
The luxurious cars, spacious interiors, and top-tier shock absorption that made driving over speed bumps feel like flat ground ensured the young master wouldn't experience the slightest jolt.
Song Xinya sat in the back row with Qin Yuhe, chatting with him and taking care of him.
The cars sped along the highway, leaving the vehicles in the adjacent lanes far behind.
Qin Yuhe raised his hand. The sunlight filtered through the car window, shining on his unbandaged hand.
His palms were of moderate width, joints distinct, wrist lines clean, fingers long and even, and his skin a flawless cool white, like meticulously carved jade bone.
He had incredibly beautiful hands, but now, their palms were marred by hideous, jagged scars.
Qin Yuhe kept staring at his hands. Song Xinya thought he was worried about the scars on his palms, and a sudden wave of guilt washed over her, making her heart clench tightly.
Then, his gentle voice drifted into her ears. "Yaya, I play the piano beautifully. Once my hands are fully healed, I will play for you."
