Qin Yuhe had no idea why Song Xinya had suddenly said she wanted to be his sun. At that point, he still knew nothing about all the things Song Xinya had done for him.
But he could tell that Song Xinya was in an exceptionally good mood today.
He asked her, “Why do you want to be the sun from now on?”
Song Xinya’s bright, black-and-white eyes rolled around mischievously. “I want to be your sun. I’ll warm you when I’m happy, but if you make me unhappy, I’ll scorch you to death.”
Qin Yuhe couldn’t help laughing. “That’s why you want to be my sun?”
“Yep. I have a very good memory when it comes to grudges. If someone makes me unhappy, I can write their name in my grudge book and remember it for the rest of my life.”
Qin Yuhe laughed at her. “You little troublemaker.”
He had originally wanted to ask her what she had been doing today. She hadn’t gone to meet a client, so why had she lied and told him that she had?
But when he looked at her radiant face and sweet smile, he thought, Forget it. As long as she comes home, that’s enough.
It didn’t matter what she did during the day. As long as she knew to come home at night, that was enough.
Since she still knew to come home at night, how could that mean she didn’t have him in her heart?
As for which men she had met during the day, that wasn’t important. They were nothing but stray dogs from outside.
He was her legitimate husband—the one who truly mattered.
Qin Yuhe supported Song Xinya by the buttocks with one hand and carried her into the hall.
Qin Yuyan was doing her homework. When she looked up and saw her brother carrying his sister-in-law like a giant koala, her eyes lit up with envy.
“Wow! No one’s carried me like that since I was three. Bro, why don’t you carry me like that?”
Song Tingye had taken a mock exam that afternoon and come home afterward. Seeing his sister being carried by her husband with such a happy expression, he realized that she must like being carried that way.
In that case, look at him—
“Sis, I’m strong. I can carry you like that too.”
Qin Yuhe’s gaze swept over Qin Yuyan and Song Tingye’s faces. “The biggest mistake I’ve made in my life was letting the two of you eat too well.”
Qin Yuyan lowered her head and fiddled with her fingers. “But I haven’t had dinner yet.”
“Then don’t eat,” Qin Yuhe said.
Song Tingye protested, “Brother-in-law, how can you be like this? How can you stop your own sister from eating?”
“You’re not eating tonight either.”
Song Tingye instantly put on a Yuan Hua meme face, dropped to his knees, and threw his head back with a howl.
“No—!”
Standing beside him, Qin Yuyan provided the background music. She opened her mouth and sang a line from *A Spray of Plum Blossom*:
“Snowflakes falling, the north wind howling,
the whole world lies bleak and gray~~”
Qin Yuhe carried Song Xinya upstairs without even looking back.
There were fools born every year, but this year seemed to have an especially large crop.
Both of them felt that their younger siblings were idiots—one a first-rate fool, the other a second-rate fool.
After Qin Yuhe and Song Xinya disappeared upstairs, Song Tingye got up from the floor and dusted off his knees. Then he pulled out his phone and said to Qin Yuyan, “Brother-in-law only said we couldn’t eat dinner. He never said we couldn’t order takeout.”
Qin Yuyan replied, “You can’t PUA me, but you can KFC me.”
“Fine. I’ll order you KFC.”
As he placed the order, he muttered to himself, “KFC is junk food, and junk food doesn’t count as a meal. My brother-in-law won’t let me eat, so I’ll listen to him and skip the meals. I’ll just eat junk food instead. These days, there really aren’t many obedient babies like me.”
Qin Yuyan said, “I’m an obedient baby too. I won’t eat a proper meal either. Order me extra fried chicken wings, fried chicken legs, and Chicken McNuggets.”
The two obedient babies each hugged a family bucket and ate with great relish. They couldn’t have been more well-behaved.
Upstairs, in the bedroom.
After washing up, Song Xinya came out of the bathroom and saw Qin Yuhe sitting at the desk, his fingers tapping away at the keyboard as he dealt with work.
She walked over and hugged him from behind.
Resting her chin on his broad shoulder, she rubbed her soft cheek against the skin of his neck.
“Sweetheart, are you busy?”
Qin Yuhe’s fingers paused over the keyboard. “Are you asking me for a kiss, or asking whether I’m busy?”
With her face buried in his neck, Song Xinya laughed for a while. “ ‘Sweetheart’ is just a form of address. It’s like saying ‘dear’ or ‘my friends.’”
“The all-powerful President Qin doesn’t even know that? It’s normal. Old people don’t understand young people’s slang.”
Old people?
Him?
Qin Yuhe reached one arm behind him, grabbed her thigh, and pulled her forward.
“Ah—!”
Song Xinya shrieked. One of her thighs was trapped in his grasp, and she lost her balance, pitching forward.
Fortunately, she landed right in Qin Yuhe’s arms.
“Has your waist stopped hurting?”
Holding her thigh, he pushed her legs apart.
She covered the space between her legs with both soft, pale hands. “It still hurts. It really does.”
Qin Yuhe’s palm slid up along her thigh, traveling past her slender waist, brushing over the peaks of her breasts, and moving up along her graceful neck. His fingers then gave her cheek a teasing, suggestive pat.
“If it hurts, then behave. If you provoke me again, I can make it hurt even more.”
Song Xinya instantly turned into a wooden statue and obediently went still.
After a while, she muttered under her breath, “I only called you old once. Why did you have such a big reaction?”
Qin Yuhe said, “Is Han Jingyi young?”
“He’s only a year older than you.”
“Isn’t being a year older still being older?”
“He is older than you.”
“You’ve experienced it firsthand, so you know best. Even compared with Westerners, I still crush them. Han Jingyi can only be younger than me, never older.”
Song Xinya: “...I’m talking about age. Han Jingyi is older than you.”
“As long as you know he’s older than me, that’s enough.”
“If I’m an old man, then what does that make him? Someone on the verge of death?”
Song Xinya: “...”
Crown Prince Qin was awfully harsh toward Han Jingyi.
Song Xinya decided it would be best not to mention Han Jingyi anymore. Instead, she lay softly and coquettishly in his arms.
He carried her horizontally while typing on the keyboard with both hands and handling his work.
The woman in his arms was as soft as a handful of roses. A fresh, delicate fragrance drifted from her body, lingering beneath his nose and filling his lungs with every breath.
Lying in Qin Yuhe’s arms, Song Xinya rested her head against his arm, her cheek pressed to the left side of his chest. She listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat and felt the warmth of his body.
She was so comfortable she was almost falling asleep.
In the past, she would have followed her body’s instinct and simply drifted off in his arms.
But there was something on her mind—something she still hadn’t told him: she wanted him to go to the United States for treatment on his hand.
She struggled to stay awake and pinched her arm hard.
“Ow—” Qin Yuhe frowned. “Why did you pinch me?”
“To keep myself awake.”
“Pinching me keeps you awake?”
Song Xinya had a whole collection of twisted logic. “Husband and wife share one heart; even loess can be turned into gold. Since the two of us are of one heart, when I pinch you, the pain is in me.”
Qin Yuhe said, “Let me pinch you and see if I feel the pain in my heart.”
Song Xinya cried out sweetly and begged for mercy, repeatedly saying, “No, no, don’t.”
She was wearing nothing but a nightgown. The thin layer of fabric could hardly conceal anything, and her soft flesh slid and writhed over him like flowing ripples.
Her round, pert buttocks rubbed against the root of his thigh.
With her ear pressed against the left side of his chest, she could hear his heart pounding.
The sound of his fingers striking the keyboard faded away. The room held nothing but the sound of their breathing—
One breath after another, overlapping and entwining.
Just as Song Xinya was happily squirming against him, his iron-strong arms suddenly closed around her, holding her fast and leaving her unable to move.
He forcefully pressed her body downward, his voice hoarse.
“Don’t move. I’m hard.”
