Days passed, and neither Song Xinya nor Qin Yuhe mentioned the medical examination results again.
The two of them stopped holding back, too. If they wanted to do it several times a week, then several times a week it was.
Happiness made people glow. The corners of Song Xinya’s eyes and brows lifted with radiance.
Even Song Tingye, that blockhead with a screw loose, could tell that Song Xinya had changed.
“Sis, you’ve been looking especially good lately. You look like you’ve been very well nourished.”
Song Xinya: “...What exactly are you implying?”
Little brother, what are you hinting at?
Song Tingye scratched his head and said with a pair of crystal-clear eyes, “I mean, before flowers bloom, they have to be watered and nourished. I figured your complexion had improved for the same reason. You’ve been eating well and resting well, so of course you look better.”
Seeing that her brother was still as clueless as ever, Song Xinya relaxed.
There were eight days left until the New Year, and everyone was waiting for it to arrive.
The company employees had all entered New Year countdown mode and had no heart left for work.
During office hours, Chen Siyan eagerly brought Song Xinya a cup of coffee and placed it by her hand.
“Ms. Song, I ground this coffee by hand for you. If one cup isn’t enough, I can grind more.”
Song Xinya looked at his obsequious expression. “If you want to ask me something about Tiantianquan, just say it.”
Chen Siyan stopped pretending. “The New Year is coming, and I want to give Quanquan a present. What would be appropriate?”
Song Xinya: “Something expensive.”
Chen Siyan: “Diamonds?”
Song Xinya: “Gold.”
“A diamond that costs over thirty thousand yuan can only be resold for a little over a thousand. Gold that costs over ten thousand can be resold for more than twenty thousand.”
“Everyone has seen through the diamond scam now. People prefer gold.”
Chen Siyan said, “Then I’ll buy Quanquan a full set of gold jewelry: a gold ring, gold necklace, gold earrings, and a big gold bracelet.”
“They’re all round things. Surely that’ll finally put her in a bind?”
“If that still doesn’t work, I’ll get her a big gold anklet and lock it around her ankle. There’s no way I won’t keep her tied down!”
Song Xinya: “Bro, this is a civilized society. Don’t try that forced-love nonsense. It’s illegal.”
Recently, Song Xinya had been getting off work relatively early, while workaholic Qin Yuhe remained as busy as ever.
One day, after returning home, Song Xinya saw that Qin Yuhe still wasn’t back. She picked up her coat and headed out.
“I’m going to the supermarket to buy some New Year goods.”
Song Tingye grabbed his down jacket. “I’ll go with you. I can be your bodyguard and carry the stuff for you.”
He ate so much beef every day and had grown so tall and sturdy. It was time he became useful.
Song Xinya led Song Tingye to the supermarket. He pushed the shopping cart, and she made him carry anything heavy.
Did she feel sorry for him?
How could she feel sorry for someone who could eat and sleep so well—and put away eighty beef dumplings in one meal?
Song Xinya should save her concern for herself.
After they bought some high-end gift boxes for visiting relatives and friends, the cart was full.
Song Tingye said, “Sis, I’ll go pay first and put everything in the car, then I’ll come back and push another cart.”
Song Xinya transferred him some money to pay, leaving him with roughly two hundred yuan extra.
The little miser’s eyes immediately lit up. “This two hundred is my delivery fee. You’re not allowed to take it back!”
Song Xinya: “It’s your reward, Little Ye.”
Song Tingye: “As you command, Your Highness. Thank you for the reward.”
Like Chen Siyan, he had accepted his eunuch status with remarkable ease.
After he left, Song Xinya went to the seasoning aisle to buy some steamed-fish soy sauce, oyster sauce, fermented black beans, and other ingredients for making Cantonese dishes.
As she stood by the shelves, choosing between products, someone approached and stopped beside her.
“Song Xinya, have you been in a good mood lately?”
Song Xinya knew which little pest it was without even looking up.
“Whether I’m in a good mood or not has nothing to do with you, you stupid little fly.”
Zhang Yingying: “What are you acting so cocky for, you little Pig Hero?”
Song Xinya: “Between the two of us, you’re the one who looks more like Pig Hero now. Your two upturned nostrils look exactly like a pig’s snout. If you went around claiming to be the daughter of Marshal Tianpeng, no one would doubt you.”
Zhang Yingying was furious. She grabbed a packet of salt and moved to throw it at Song Xinya.
Song Xinya picked up a bottle of dark soy sauce and aimed it at Zhang Yingying’s head. “Throw it, and I’ll turn you into a dish. I’ll smash your face with soy sauce and glass shards together.”
Zhang Yingying put the salt back on the shelf.
Song Xinya snorted, placed the soy sauce in her cart, and continued choosing seasonings.
Zhang Yingying stared at Song Xinya’s profile. Her fair skin glowed with a charming radiance, her features were as delicate as a painting, and her complexion was so healthy it made others envious.
Something was wrong.
Song Xinya had already seen that medical report. Why didn’t she look heartbroken at all?
Zhang Yingying probed, “I recently went to the hospital for a checkup. My uterus and ovaries are both in excellent condition. The doctor said I’m highly fertile.”
Song Xinya: “I hope you have 1,008 babies in one pregnancy, and every single one is a boy.”
Zhang Yingying: “Oh my God, 1,008 babies in one pregnancy? Who could possibly carry that many?”
Song Xinya: “Keep trying. You flies can lay eggs.”
Zhang Yingying glanced at Song Xinya’s belly and asked, “You and Qin Yuhe have been married for so long. How come there’s still been no movement?”
Song Xinya: “Whether my stomach is moving or not is none of your business. I’m not giving birth for you.”
Zhang Yingying laughed viciously. “Could it be that you’re a hen who can’t lay eggs?”
A knife suddenly plunged into Song Xinya’s heart. The wound there had only just begun to heal, and now it had been ripped open, bloody and raw.
Song Xinya’s face turned ashen.
Zhang Yingying continued, “So the reason you’ve had no movement isn’t because you don’t want children—it’s because you can’t have them?”
She covered her mouth and laughed. “Why aren’t you saying anything, Song Xinya? Is it because I hit the nail on the head? Hahahahahaha!”
A fierce gust of energy suddenly swept through the air.
Song Tingye entered the supermarket and saw Zhang Yingying laughing arrogantly at Song Xinya. How dare this tiny-nosed little bastard bully his sister? As a devoted sister-protector, he absolutely would not stand for it!
He charged toward Zhang Yingying. Passing a box of chili powder, he reached in and grabbed a huge handful. When he reached Zhang Yingying’s side, she was still laughing her head off.
Song Tingye aimed at her wide-open mouth and scored. Not a single bit of the chili powder went to waste—all of it landed inside.
Song Tingye clapped for himself several times. “Nice shot! Three points!”
Zhang Yingying’s mouth was stuffed with chili powder, and she could no longer laugh. Her mouth and throat felt as if they were on fire. She coughed violently, tears and snot smearing her entire face.
“You... cough, cough, cough... you... cough, cough, cough... you...”
Song Tingye: “I’m your father!”
