As Qin Yuhe walked out of the lounge, Song Xinya immediately went up to meet him, her fair little face full of heartache.
"Grandpa and Grandma must have scolded you really harshly just now. You've suffered, CEO Qin."
Qin Yuhe turned his head to look at her, a lazy, faint smile playing on his lips and in his eyes. "What gave you that illusion?"
"Huh?" Song Xinya asked in confusion. "Isn't that the case?"
Qin Yuhe replied, "They told me not to always be so selflessly devoted, not to always think about others, and to think more about myself when I have the time."
Song Xinya: "???"
What on earth? She did not understand.
What had he devoted himself to?
Seeing the giant question marks in her eyes, Qin Yuhe explained, "I told Grandpa and Grandma that last night was your ovulation period and you were highly fertile. In order to give them a great-grandson or great-granddaughter, I dragged my sick body to make a heroic sacrifice and did that deed with you."
Song Xinya truly did not know what to say. Him doing that with her was actually considered a heroic sacrifice?
"Should 'Touching China' give you an award?"
Qin Yuhe said, "No need. I've already won a Top Ten Figures award. I was ranked first among the Top Ten Outstanding Young Entrepreneurs in the country."
Song Xinya looked up at him, stars in her eyes. "You're so outstanding."
Qin Yuhe looked down at the sparkling admiration in her eyes and replied, "A good wife makes a good husband. It's all because I have a wonderful wife."
Song Xinya smiled shyly. He really knew how to sweet-talk.
When he won that Top Ten Outstanding Young Entrepreneurs award, he wasn't even married to her yet.
Even though she knew he was deliberately coaxing her, hearing him say that still made her feel incredibly happy.
Qin Yuhe wrapped an arm around her shoulders and walked out. "Let's go home. Since we returned to Jingbei, we haven't been to the Forbidden City Mansion to take a look."
Song Xinya said, "It's been a long time since I saw Xiaoye and Little Princess. I miss them."
Qin Yuhe replied coldly, "What's there to miss about them?"
Song Xinya asked, "It's fine if you don't miss my little brother, but don't you even miss your own biological sister?"
Qin Yuhe said, "No."
Song Xinya said, "You're so cold-blooded."
Qin Yuhe said, "I transfer a hundred thousand yuan in allowance to her every month."
Song Xinya said, "You're a pretty good brother."
Qin Yuhe curled his lips into a smile. "Is your standard for judging whether someone is good or not based on whether they give money?"
Song Xinya said, "The fact that you remember to send money to Little Princess every month is enough to show that you care about her. You give her money and keep her in your thoughts; how is that not a good brother? You are the best brother in the world."
Qin Yuhe said, "Your mouth is quite sweet, Song Xinya."
Song Xinya said, "Just average. Not as sweet as yours."
Qin Yuhe lowered his head and leaned in, bringing his lips close to hers, acting completely frivolous. "Give me a kiss and taste just how sweet my mouth is."
Blushing, Song Xinya laughed embarrassedly. She put a hand on his face and pushed him away. "Don't mess around, we're in a hospital."
Qin Yuhe said, "We already collapsed the hospital bed together, and you still care about this?"
He actually had the nerve to say that.
As if it were something glorious.
Song Xinya said, "Stop talking, someone might hear you."
Qin Yuhe said, "Who would hear? There's no one around."
"Sister, Brother-in-law!"
"Teacher Song, CEO Qin!"
Jian Yiyi and Jin Ruizhi were standing right in front of them, calling out crisply.
Qin Yuhe put away his lazy, frivolous tone, straightened up, and looked at the two in front of them. "You two came at the perfect time."
Jian Yiyi was so embarrassed she didn't know what to say, constantly picking at her hands.
Jin Ruizhi said, "A car was driving over from the gate, and Yiyi was worried that you two didn't see it and might get hit, so she called out loudly to you."
Whoosh! A car drove past right before their eyes.
Song Xinya looked at Jian Yiyi, who had her head lowered. "Thank you for the good intentions, our dear sister."
Jin Ruizhi looked at Qin Yuhe and said, "Yiyi had good intentions and was kindly reminding you."
Qin Yuhe raised an eyebrow. Was this guy standing up for his wife?
"You're quite cute too, you greenhorn."
Jin Ruizhi: ᗜ˰ᗜ
To be honest, he didn't like the term greenhorn. It made him seem immature.
Although compared to Qin Yuhe, he really was immature.
But in front of the girl he liked, he didn't want others to call him that.
Fortunately, Qin Yuhe didn't say anything more. In CEO Qin's eyes, there was no need to say much to this kind of greenhorn.
Song Xinya took Jian Yiyi's hand. "I'll take you home to meet your brother."
Jian Yiyi asked, "Brother Xiaoye, who taught me math problems before?"
Song Xinya said, "Yes, you and he are twins. He was born ten minutes before you."
Jian Yiyi said, "It's been a long time since I saw Brother Xiaoye. I miss him."
Song Xinya led Jian Yiyi into the car and had Jian Yiyi sit in the seat next to her.
At this moment, Qin Yuhe was looking down at his phone. His assistant had sent him a work message, and he was replying to it.
After replying, he habitually walked to the other side of the car, pulled open the door, and his eyes suddenly paused.
Sitting next to Song Xinya was Jian Yiyi.
Wasn't the seat next to her his exclusive spot?
Qin Yuhe cast his gaze toward Song Xinya and saw that she was cheerfully chatting with Jian Yiyi, showing Jian Yiyi photos of her from when she was little.
"Youyou, look, you were so cute when you were little. All pink, soft, and chubby. Your little arms were as thick as white radishes, and your little body was like a round little meatball."
"When you slept as a baby, you insisted on hugging Xiaoye, resting on Xiaoye's arm, and lying in Xiaoye's embrace. You would only sleep if Xiaoye slept with you."
"But when you weren't sleeping, you would climb on top of Xiaoye and bully him. Your chubby little hands would pull Xiaoye's ears, and your little mouth would bite all over Xiaoye's face. Every time, you'd bully Xiaoye until he wailed."
It was Jian Yiyi's first time hearing about her childhood. She said in surprise, "Was I that naughty when I was little? Pestering my brother when sleeping, treating him as a human body pillow, and then bullying him as soon as I woke up. That's so mean."
Song Xinya said, "Exactly. You were a little tyrant. Xiaoye suffered a lot from you when he was little."
As she spoke, Song Xinya pulled up a video on her phone.
In the video, two one-year-old babies were lying in a crib. Both were fair, tender, and chubby. A baby wearing a pink bellyband was riding on top of a baby wearing a blue bellyband, nibbling and biting the baby underneath, while the baby in the blue bellyband cried loudly.
Song Xinya said, "Youyou, this is you and Xiaoye. Look how miserably you bullied your brother."
Jian Yiyi covered her mouth and laughed. "Good thing we were still little then, only a year or two old. Brother Xiaoye wouldn't remember."
Song Xinya said, "Brother Xiaoye has known for a long time, because I sent him the video of you bullying him when you were little."
Jian Yiyi cried out, "Ah! Ahhh! My image! It's ruined!"
Song Xinya rocked back and forth, laughing out loud.
Her laughter was crisp, her shoulders trembling slightly. Her eyes curved into two beautiful crescents, and her entire face was bright, relaxed, romantic, and lively.
Qin Yuhe looked at her smiling face, and the corners of his thin, moist lips curled up in response. He gently closed the car door, not disturbing her warm chat with her sister.
He walked over to the car behind them, bent down, and got into the backseat. Sitting next to him was Jin Ruizhi.
The two men sat side by side, speechless the entire way. The air was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Neither of them had the desire to speak to the other.
Qin Yuhe hadn't slept much last night. He kept his eyes closed, resting and recovering his energy.
Jin Ruizhi held an English book in his hand, using his fragmented time to silently memorize English vocabulary and grammar, studying diligently.
The Rolls-Royce parked in the courtyard of Zijin Huafu.
After getting out of the car, Song Xinya held Jian Yiyi's hand and walked toward the luxurious and imposing villa.
"You're about to reunite with your brother, are you looking forward to it?"
"Very much so."
.........
Inside the villa.
Song Tingye stood by the sofa, looking at Qin Yuyan who was resting on it.
A soft white plush blanket was spread over the sofa. Qin Yuyan, wearing a little pink Chanel dress, lay on her stomach, her slender and straight lower legs playfully swaying back and forth in the air.
Her skin tone was just like Qin Yuhe's—a smooth, delicate cool white, like precious, high-quality white jade, glowing with a soft luster and without a single flaw.
Song Tingye looked at the white plush blanket, then at Qin Yuyan's little feet, legs, arms, and neck exposed to the air. He thought to himself, she really is pale, even whiter than the white blanket.
"Little Princess, you've been resting for half an hour. It's time to study."
Qin Yuyan acted coquettishly with a sweet voice, "Xiaoye, I want to eat grapes."
Song Tingye: "Study first, then eat grapes."
Qin Yuyan: "No, I want to eat grapes first."
Song Tingye: "If you don't study, I won't give you any grapes."
Qin Yuyan: "If you don't give me grapes, I won't study."
She gave a delicate, spoiled "hmph" to express her dissatisfaction.
Song Tingye: "I'll go wash some grapes for you."
Qin Yuyan: "You have to peel off all the grape skins for me."
Song Tingye: "Can't you peel them yourself?"
Qin Yuyan: "I don't want to."
Song Tingye: "I'll peel them for you."
Qin Yuyan turned her head and smiled at him sweetly, her pink lips curling into a lovely arc: "Thank you, Xiaoye, you are my best friend."
Song Tingye: "'Best' means unique and exclusive. If I am your best friend, it means my status is the highest in your heart, and no one else can compare to me."
Qin Yuyan: "Okay, I'll save the position of the best friend in my heart only for you."
Song Tingye grinned with a bright laugh and walked toward the fridge. Halfway there, his athletic and tall figure leaped upward, black hair flying, as he executed a smooth, stylish basketball shooting motion. While washing and peeling the grapes, he whistled a cheerful tune.
He brought the washed and peeled grapes to Qin Yuyan, squatted down to her eye level, and looked at her pretty little face with clear eyes: "Time for grapes, Little Princess."
Qin Yuyan was playing a game, her eyes fixed on the phone screen: "Both my hands are busy right now, I have no time. You feed me."
Song Tingye picked up the jade-green grape flesh and fed it into her mouth.
When his fingers lightly brushed her lips, it was as if he had been electrocuted; his fingers trembled.
Qin Yuyan lay on the sofa playing games, while Song Tingye squatted on the floor feeding her grapes.
Grape juice dribbled from the corner of her mouth. He reached out, pulled a tissue, and gently wiped it away for her.
For a whole bowl of grapes, he had used scissors to snip each one off the stem, soaked them in starch, scrubbed them clean one by one, and then peeled the skin off every single grape.
After she had eaten four or five, he tried to feed her again, but she shook her head and stopped eating.
"Xiaoye, I want to eat oranges now."
Song Tingye asked, "How many oranges do you want to eat?"
Qin Yuyan: "Three."
Song Tingye stood up, walked to the fridge, took out three oranges, washed them, cut them into crescent-shaped wedges, peeled them, and meticulously pulled off the white pith string by string with his hands.
Carrying the oranges, he squatted beside Qin Yuyan once again to feed her.
Qin Yuyan took one bite, pouted her little red lips, and turned her face toward the inside of the sofa: "I don't want to eat this anymore either. I want to eat pomegranate."
Song Tingye set the oranges aside and went to peel a pomegranate.
He nimbly made three cuts on the pomegranate skin with a knife, popped the top off, and revealed the bright red seeds.
He then scored a few vertical lines on the skin, broke it apart, and plucked out the pomegranate seeds one by one.
The fresh, red, juicy pomegranate seeds piled up into a little mountain of red diamonds.
He carried the little mountain of peeled pomegranate seeds, picked up a spoon, and squatted by the sofa once more.
He scooped up a spoonful of pomegranate seeds and fed them into her mouth.
Qin Yuyan chewed the seeds, swallowed the sweet juice, and puckered her lips: "Mmm, mmm."
Song Tingye extended his hand, and she spat the pomegranate seeds into his palm.
He fed her pomegranate with one hand and caught the spat-out seeds with the other.
Suddenly, the living room doors were pushed open. Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe stood at the entrance.
Both of them looked toward the sofa simultaneously and were momentarily stunned.
Song Tingye and Qin Yuyan looked toward the door, both surprised and delighted.
"Sister-in-law, Brother!"
"Sister, Brother-in-law!"
Qin Yuhe's gaze darted between the two of them: "Song Tingye, what are you doing?"
Song Tingye looked at him, his gaze steady and his eyes clear and clean: "Feeding the Little Princess pomegranate and catching the seeds the Little Princess spits out."
Qin Yuhe looked at Qin Yuyan: "Did you not grow hands? You need someone else to feed you a pomegranate."
Qin Yuyan scrambled up from the sofa and ran behind Song Xinya: "Waaah, Sister-in-law, my brother is so mean. Hurry up and protect me."
Song Xinya looked at Qin Yuhe: "He's just feeding her pomegranate. Don't be so harsh on her."
Song Tingye: "Brother-in-law, the Little Princess was busy just now, so she asked me to feed her."
Qin Yuhe looked at Qin Yuyan: "What were you busy with?"
Qin Yuyan: "I was busy playing games."
Qin Yuhe: "Right now, I want to beat you."
Qin Yuyan stuck like taffy, hiding closely behind Song Xinya, her two little paws tightly gripping Song Xinya's clothes.
"Men who hit women are not good men. Please respect every woman."
Qin Yuhe: "You? What kind of woman are you?"
Qin Yuyan: "How am I not a woman? I wear dresses, I use the women's restroom, and I get my period every month. I am a 24k purebred woman."
Qin Yuhe: "Every day, apart from eating, drinking, and playing, you do absolutely nothing useful. You scored an 8 on your math test. You're so terrible at it, you don't seem like a child born into the Qin family at all. You must have been born at a rookie station."
Qin Yuyan pattered over to the table, picked up a math test paper she had just completed, unrolled it with both hands, and triumphantly showed it to Qin Yuhe.
"Please don't mention my 8 in math ever again. I can score a 59 now!"
Qin Yuhe glanced at the bright red 59 at the top of the paper and scoffed, "The test is out of 150 points. Are you really that proud of getting a 59?"
Qin Yuyan: "Of course! From 8 to 59, I improved by a whole 51 points!"
"Plus, I've only been studying for a month. If I keep studying for another year, I'll definitely be the top scorer in the national college entrance exam!"
Qin Yuhe: "Terminal idiocy. You're hopeless."
Qin Yuyan: "A conversation without common ground is like a plate of loose sand; it doesn't even need the wind to blow, it falls apart after two steps. Brother, I'm not talking to you anymore. I don't like talking to you, so I won't. Hmph."
She tucked the math test paper into her arms and casually glanced toward the door, asking in surprise, "Who is this young girl?"
Jian Yiyi stood there somewhat awkwardly. "I'm..."
