Oh no!
Song Xinya's heart skipped a beat, mentally playing a sad dirge for herself.
Alas!
Her title as the "demonic consort who ruined the nation" was about to be confirmed.
Song Xinya couldn't even lift her head in shame.
She really didn't know how to handle this kind of scene, so she decided to just let Qin Yuhe deal with it.
Qin Yuhe looked at Old Madam Qin and Old Master Qin, who had just arrived, thought for a moment, and prepared to divert the trouble.
He looked at Old Madam Qin and said, "Grandma, I saw a fashionably dressed old lady inviting Grandpa to go square dancing."
"Really?!" Old Madam Qin's attention immediately shifted to Old Master Qin.
Old Master Qin pointed at Qin Yuhe: "You brat..."
Qin Yuhe: "Grandpa, I saw a handsome old man inviting Grandma to get coffee."
"Really?!" Old Master Qin's attention immediately shifted to Old Madam Qin.
The two elders started arguing fiercely, no longer having the time to pay attention to Qin Yuhe and Song Xinya's affairs.
Song Xinya gave Qin Yuhe a thumbs up: "You're really something. That was incredibly wicked of you."
Qin Yuhe: "Relationships that go through setbacks last longer. I'm just doing this to heat up Grandma and Grandpa's relationship and make their love stronger."
Song Xinya: "Should your grandparents say thank you to you then?"
Qin Yuhe: "Of course."
Song Xinya died laughing.
Having successfully diverted the disaster, Qin Yuhe took Song Xinya's hand and left, leaving the old couple to argue until the sky turned upside down.
Old Madam Qin: "Who is that fashionably dressed old lady? Sneaking around with other old ladies at your age, aren't you ashamed!"
Old Master Qin: "Who is that handsome old man? Is having me by your side not enough to satisfy you!"
Old Madam Qin: "If I can't find a good man, then I'll find many men. If I can't control a man, then I'll just surround myself with them."
Old Master Qin: "You, you, you! You spend all day on the internet learning bad things. What kind of nonsense is this, flirting around? You've turned into a spider demon."
Old Madam Qin: "At your age, going behind my back to square dance with other old ladies. Do you think you're so charming? Look at the deep wrinkles on your face, they could crush a fly."
Old Master Qin: "Why don't you look in the mirror yourself? You're eighty years old, yet still so beautiful. Even after living with you for sixty years, every time I see you, I'm still deeply captivated by you. Every single day, I feel incredibly honored and happy to have married you."
"Pfft—" Old Madam Qin's facade broke; unable to hold it in, she burst out laughing.
Well then, there was no way to continue this argument.
The old couple returned to being as deeply in love as ever.
Old Master Qin: "We both fell for that brat's trick just now. He deliberately tried to drive a wedge between us."
Old Madam Qin: "I just realized that too."
Old Master Qin: "Just watch me catch that brat later and give him a good beating."
He turned to walk out of the ward, but Old Madam Qin called out to stop him: "Come back."
Old Master Qin: "What's wrong?"
Old Madam Qin pointed at the mess on the floor: "Look at that."
Old Master Qin: "The hospital bed collapsed."
Old Madam Qin: "How could a perfectly good hospital bed just collapse?"
At this moment, the cleaning lady walked in and started tidying up the mess on the floor.
She lifted the mattress on the floor: "Eh? Why are there a few pieces of torn cloth here?"
She picked up two of the smaller pieces of fabric: pink, lace, and transparent.
She put the two small pieces of fabric together: "Why does this look like a pair of panties torn in half?"
Old Madam Qin glanced at the small pieces of fabric in the cleaning lady's hand, then looked at the torn bra and nightgown on the floor, and in an instant, she understood everything.
She turned her head to look at Old Master Qin, and Old Master Qin was also looking at her.
The two exchanged a glance, their eyes full of realization.
No wonder that boy had such a guilty conscience earlier. How could he not feel guilty after doing something bad?
On the other side, Qin Yuhe finished his palm scar removal treatment and was walking out hand in hand with Song Xinya.
"Halt!"
"Halt!"
The voices of Old Master Qin and Old Madam Qin rang out from behind them at the exact same time.
Qin Yuhe and Song Xinya closed their eyes simultaneously.
You can hide for a while, but you can't hide forever. What was meant to come had come.
Song Xinya: "What do we do?"
Qin Yuhe: "I'll deal with whatever comes our way."
The two turned around to face Old Madam Qin and Old Master Qin.
The old lady and old man's gazes swept over Qin Yuhe and Song Xinya, eventually focusing on Qin Yuhe.
How could they have the nerve to bring up that kind of thing with their granddaughter-in-law?
Besides, it was obvious that their eldest grandson had an overactive secretion of male hormones and was the one actively demanding it.
Old Madam Qin pointed to the lounge next door: "Little He, we have something to say to you."
Qin Yuhe: "Alright, I'll go in alone."
Inside the lounge, Old Madam Qin: "Is your body holding up okay?"
Qin Yuhe: "It's doing quite well. I'll be fully recovered soon."
Old Master Qin scoffed: "Are the stitches that were just sewn on your abdomen strong enough? Don't let them burst open again."
Qin Yuhe: "Since you guys already know everything, why are you still asking me?"
Old Master Qin: "To see how you use your smooth talk to fool your own biological grandpa and grandma."
Qin Yuhe: "It's not that I purposely didn't tell you, I mainly just didn't want you to worry."
Old Madam Qin: "Stop pretending. You were just afraid we'd find out that you couldn't control your urges and ended up collapsing the hospital bed."
The old lady spoke with earnest intentions: "Is anything regarding your health a trivial matter? You were just recovering from a serious illness—no, you haven't even recovered yet. You barely caught your breath, and you couldn't resist joking around with your own body, insisting on doing that kind of thing. What were you hoping to gain?"
Qin Yuhe: "Pleasure."
Old Master Qin: "..."
Old Madam Qin: "..."
Old Master Qin: "Can't you have a little more ambition?"
Qin Yuhe: "How is wanting to do that lacking ambition? Grandpa also did that kind of thing, and that's how my dad was born."
Old Master Qin felt a bout of dizziness: "Don't just drag me into the fire every time you run into trouble."
Qin Yuhe: "I mainly wanted to express that reproduction is an animal's physiological instinct and an important force driving social change. It's because of reproduction that human civilization can be passed down continuously."
Old Master Qin sneered: "If you want to do bad things, just say you want to do bad things. You're actually linking your behavior to human reproduction."
Qin Yuhe: "My reproduction is also a part of human reproduction."
Old Madam Qin's eyes suddenly lit up: "Little He, do you mean to say that you and Yaya are..."
Qin Yuhe: "Preparing for a pregnancy."
Crown Prince Qin had a silver tongue; he could argue black into white and the dead back to life.
"Actually, last night, I just wanted to get a peaceful night's sleep. But last night was Yaya's ovulation period, the best time to conceive. I know Grandpa and Grandma have always wanted to hold a great-grandson or great-granddaughter, so I decided to sacrifice myself to fulfill your wishes. Even though I was injured, I still slept with Yaya."
His speech was so sincere and earnest, making it sound as if making love to his wife was entirely for the sake of his grandparents.
Tsk tsk, what touching filial piety!
