Qin Yuhe had obviously noticed the dishes placed in front of him.
It would be hard for him not to, considering no one else had them—only he had a whole pile of them right in front of him.
It was as if his kidneys were failing and he desperately needed kidney-nourishing, aphrodisiac foods.
Song Xinya tilted her head slightly to peek at Qin Yuhe, noticing his face had turned a bit green.
So even the crown prince of the capital circle had moments of defeat. Song Xinya curled her lips into a smile.
Qin Yuhe turned his head to look at her. Seeing her smiling so happily, he slightly raised an eyebrow.
Was she mocking him for being inadequate?
Did she think he was impotent because he hadn't touched her since they got their marriage license?
He thought he had made his intentions very clear. At night in bed, he would hold her, caress her, and the hardness pressing against her clearly displayed his desire—he wanted her.
It was just that, due to one reason or another, they hadn't successfully consummated their marriage.
So because he was all thunder and no rain, without any actual penetration, she thought he couldn't do it?
Or perhaps...
Qin Yuhe looked into Song Xinya's eyes. They were like the misty rain of Jiangnan, dewy and watery, holding a delicate, moving charm amidst their alluring ripples. The way she looked at him seemed like... she was flirting?
Or was it that she wanted it, and since he hadn't satisfied her, she thought he was incapable?
Actually, Qin Yuhe's thoughts had gone completely off track. Song Xinya was born with affectionate eyes; she looked like she was flirting with everyone, and even her gaze at a pig would seem deeply passionate.
Qin Yuhe thought to himself that since Song Xinya wanted it, as her husband, he would naturally satisfy her.
He picked up a wet wipe and handed it to her. Wipe your hands.
Song Xinya's hands were resting on her thighs. Just as she was about to raise her hand to take it, the wet wipe was pressed into her palm.
His fingers brushed over her thigh—an ambiguous, suggestive touch—and gave it a firm squeeze.
Under the guise of handing her the wet wipe, he performed this action extremely naturally and discreetly, without anyone noticing.
Song Xinya, however, genuinely felt his teasing, as if she had been struck by an electric shock.
Did he want it now?
Since he wanted it, as his lawful wife, she would naturally satisfy him.
After wiping her hands, Song Xinya looked up at Qin Yuhe's unparalleled handsome face, which still maintained a completely serious expression.
She silently muttered two words in her heart: secretly wild.
Yaya, what are you thinking about? Old Madam Qin called out to Song Xinya. Tell Grandma.
That absolutely could not be said.
Song Xinya smiled faintly and replied, Grandma, I saw the dazzling array of abundant dishes today and thought about how much effort you must have put into them. Thank you for your thoughtfulness and hospitality.
Old Madam Qin said, Oh my, we're all family, there's no need to say thank you. As long as the food suits your taste and you eat happily, Grandma will be happy.
It's getting late, you must be hungry. Don't just sit there, let's start eating.
Song Xinya, however, didn't pick up her chopsticks. She looked at the two empty seats beside them.
Two people were still missing.
Moreover, those two empty seats were right next to Qin Yuhe and Old Master Qin, showing just how important these two absent individuals were in the Qin family.
Old Madam Qin had focused all her attention on her granddaughter-in-law and only just noticed that some people hadn't arrived.
She turned her head to the butler. Where is Qin Hanxiao? His son and daughter-in-law are already here, why hasn't he arrived yet?
And Jiang Yaoxue. I informed her yesterday that her son and daughter-in-law would be returning tonight and told her to attend the family banquet. Is she not here?
Every single one of them, already parents themselves, yet still so worrisome.
Look at how well-behaved her grandson and granddaughter-in-law were.
Qin Hanxiao was staying in his bedroom. When the butler went to call him just now, he said he was busy.
What could he possibly be busy with in his bedroom? Busy sleeping?
It was obvious he was just putting on airs and being difficult.
Everyone in the Qin family, including the servants, knew perfectly well that even though this master was in his fifties, his vision and capabilities couldn't compare to Qin Yuhe's.
Back when the position of the Qin family's patriarch was handed over to him, the originally flourishing family business was subjected to his drastic reforms, which led the entire family into a ditch, with things going from bad to worse.
It was truly a case of acting as fierce as a tiger, but achieving the results of an absolute fool.
Old Master Qin and Old Madam Qin had also seen this. Making a prompt decision, they dismissed their son Qin Hanxiao from the position of patriarch and supported their eldest grandson, Qin Yuhe, in taking over.
Qin Hanxiao believed there was nothing wrong with his abilities; he just had bad luck. He felt Old Master Qin and Old Madam Qin were biased, and he was completely obsessed with snatching back the position of the Qin Group's patriarch to prove himself once again.
You don't fear a rich second generation losing their drive to playboy lifestyles; you fear a rich second generation with grand ambitions.
You don't fear a rich second generation living a life of luxury; you fear a rich second generation trying to prove themselves.
Because of this, Qin Hanxiao had caused no shortage of trouble.
Old Master Qin stood up from his seat, his voice as deep as a bell and as majestic as a pine tree. I'll go see what exactly he is so busy with.
...
In the bedroom, Qin Hanxiao was lying lazily on a rocking chair, smoking idly.
The floor beside him was littered with cigarette butts.
Swirling smoke drifted throughout the entire room.
Old Master Qin pushed the door open and walked in, only to be hit in the face by billowing smoke, making him think the house was on fire.
When he saw clearly that it was caused by his good-for-nothing, rebellious son smoking, his face darkened even further.
Stepping on the floor full of cigarette butts and walking through layers of secondhand smoke, Old Master Qin stood in front of Qin Hanxiao.
Today Little He brought his newlywed wife over. As Little He's father, you ought to attend the family banquet.
It was the bride's first time visiting the house, and everyone else was present. For him, the groom's biological father, to not attend was clearly an intentional attempt to embarrass the bride.
Qin Hanxiao took a drag of his cigarette and said slowly, The current patriarch of the Qin family isn't me anyway. For a discarded nobody like me, what difference does it make whether I go or not? I'm not going. I'm busy.
Old Master Qin asked, What are you busy with?
Qin Hanxiao replied, Busy smoking.
Old Master Qin asked, Are you sure you're not going?
Qin Hanxiao answered, Not going.
Old Master Qin raised his arm and delivered a vicious slap across Qin Hanxiao's face. Are you going now?
Holding his cheek, Qin Hanxiao said, Going.
Old Master Qin had lived a magnificent and glorious life, building the Qin Group into an indestructible business empire. His life could be described as brilliant.
However, the son he had produced, Qin Hanxiao, was utterly disappointing, like a useless weakling who couldn't be helped up.
In modern terms, it was like a Ferrari giving birth to a cheap compact car.
Being incompetent was one thing. If he just lived his life peacefully, respected his elders, cared for his wife, and loved the younger generation, he could still be considered a good person.
The problem was that this cheap compact car had zero self-awareness and insisted on treating himself as a Ferrari, showing off without any real substance and constantly looking for trouble.
The more Old Master Qin looked at Qin Hanxiao's pathetic state, the angrier he got. He reached out, grabbed him by the ear, and dragged him all the way out of the bedroom.
Qin Hanxiao grimaced in pain. Dad, it hurts, it hurts! Dad, twist a little lighter.
Before reaching the main hall, Old Master Qin released his grip on Qin Hanxiao.
A great family needed to save face after all; dirty laundry shouldn't be aired in public.
Furthermore, today was his granddaughter-in-law's first time visiting the Qin family, a joyous occasion. Old Master Qin didn't want to turn the situation into a chaotic mess. The face that should be given to his granddaughter-in-law absolutely had to be given properly.
Old Master Qin said to the crowd, "Qin Hanxiao learned that Yaya was coming over, so he was upstairs directing the servants to decorate the new room for Yaya and Little He. That's why he's late, we are truly sorry."
Everyone in the family knew exactly what kind of person Qin Hanxiao was, so naturally, they wouldn't believe Old Master Qin's excuse. Old Master Qin himself also knew that the crowd wouldn't believe it, but he still had to say it, because he was making it clear to everyone: his respect and high regard for Song Xinya, his granddaughter-in-law.
With Qin Yuhe's protection, coupled with Old Master Qin and Old Madam Qin acting as her escorts, no one in the family dared to look down on Song Xinya. They all praised her for being beautiful on the outside and intelligent on the inside, possessing both talent and looks.
After Old Master Qin and Qin Hanxiao took their seats, there was only one empty seat left next to Qin Yuhe.
Song Xinya guessed that it was reserved for Qin Yuhe's mother, Jiang Yaoxue.
"I'm late, I apologize," a voice as cold and clear as snow rang out as a woman walked in.
Her eyebrows were like distant mountains painted with dark ink, and her eyes resembled rippling autumn waters. Her skin and bone structure were both exquisite. Her facial features were as delicate as a finely carved jade statue. A radiant beauty was hard to hide between her brows and eyes, yet her temperament was aloof and cold, which only accentuated her stunningly unearthly face.
As soon as this woman appeared, Song Xinya knew she was Qin Yuhe's mother.
Qin Yuhe's gorgeously striking face was mostly inherited from this mother of his.
Holding a bouquet of pink and blue hydrangeas in her hands, Jiang Yaoxue looked at Song Xinya beside Qin Yuhe and revealed a polite and kind smile.
She walked toward Song Xinya and took the initiative to explain, "My car was rear-ended on the road today, and I was stopped by the traffic police to handle the accident, so I arrived late. I heard from Little He that you like pink and blue hydrangeas, so I bought you a bouquet to apologize."
Song Xinya could still tell whether it was a sincere apology or a disguise.
She accepted the pink and blue hydrangeas and said gracefully, "Mother, I won't take this matter to heart."
Hearing the word mother, Jiang Yaoxue's eyes were touched, and her smile grew even brighter. "I came too late. You must be starving from waiting for me. Let's eat first, we can talk about everything else after the meal."
She took the seat next to Qin Yuhe, sitting far apart from Qin Hanxiao.
From beginning to end, Jiang Yaoxue didn't even glance at Qin Hanxiao.
Qin Hanxiao put on an indifferent expression, but his eyes kept darting toward Jiang Yaoxue's face.
During the meal, Song Xinya barely had to serve herself any food; Old Madam Qin and Jiang Yaoxue kept using the serving chopsticks to put food in her bowl.
Qin Yuhe also kept putting food in her bowl, using his own chopsticks.
As Song Xinya ate the food he served her, a tingling sensation coursed through her mouth.
When Qin Yuhe reached out his chopsticks to grab some food from the center of the table, Old Madam Qin reminded him, "Little He, the bull penis soup today is stewed to be especially delicious. You should drink more of it."
Just drinking the soup didn't seem to be enough...
Old Madam Qin added, "Eat the bull penis too. That's good stuff, especially good for men. Very nourishing."
Qin Yuhe: "............"
