It turned out that the Chanel women's suit was bought by Qin Yuhe for Qin Yuyan.
A brother and sister growing up together, connected by blood—it was perfectly reasonable for him to buy her a dress.
Song Xinya was not so narrow-minded as to hold a grudge over something like this.
Moreover, the dress he bought for her cost one hundred and eighty thousand, while the one for Qin Yuyan was eighty thousand.
No one could find fault with his way of putting his wife first.
Recalling her earlier jealousy, Song Xinya lowered her head and twiddled her fingers, her eyelashes drooping to look at her toes, too embarrassed to meet his eyes directly.
A crisp, tingling ache came from her earlobe as his teeth gently bit down on her tender skin, the tip of his tongue licking and teasing the lobe.
"Mrs. Qin, are you feeling guilty?"
Song Xinya didn't deny it, but she also had her say: "If you had told me from the start that this outfit was for Yuyan, I wouldn't have let my imagination run wild."
Qin Yuhe: "If I had told you in advance, I wouldn't have gotten to see Mrs. Qin acting all jealous."
He actually liked seeing her jealous.
What a weird kink.
Song Xinya was still thinking about the embarrassing incident just now; a fairy still needs her pride.
She gave him an example: "For instance, if you found a man's clothes in my room, and they weren't your size, what would you think?"
Qin Yuhe: "I don't want to think about such a hypothetical."
Song Xinya: "Why?"
Qin Yuhe: "Because it would make me unhappy."
Song Xinya smiled: "I'm just giving you a hypothetical scenario, it's not like it will actually happen."
Qin Yuhe: "Then I'm still unhappy."
Just thinking about this hypothetical made him feel displeased.
Why would his wife have another man's clothes in her room?
Song Xinya: "What if the clothes in my room belonged to my younger brother Xiaoye?"
Qin Yuhe: "I'd still be unhappy."
His tone was firm: "It's not allowed."
Song Xinya: "I allow you to keep Yuyan's clothes in your room. Mr. Qin, aren't you being too overbearing?"
Qin Yuhe's low, magnetic voice spoke deeply: "When asking something of others, one must first ask it of oneself. People are mirrors to each other. The prerequisite for me asking you to do this is that I will do it too. Therefore—"
"Mrs. Qin, from now on, my room will not hold the clothes of any woman other than you."
So—
Her room simply could not hold the clothes of any man other than him.
He would not yield an inch.
………
On the first floor, Jiang Yaoxue took the freshly baked honey cupcakes out of the oven.
The honey cupcakes were puffed up and round, their crusts golden and fragrant. The sweet scent of honey mixed with the aroma of eggs wafted through the air, easily arousing one's appetite.
Qin Yuyan rubbed her hands together greedily, unable to wait to taste the delicious treats. She pointed at the cupcake in the middle and said, "Mom, I want to eat the biggest one."
Jiang Yaoxue: "Wait until your brother and sister-in-law come down, then we can eat together."
Qin Yuyan: "Can't I just eat one first? Just one."
Jiang Yaoxue: "It's the Qin family's rule. Until your brother arrives, no one is allowed to touch their chopsticks."
Qin Yuyan's eyes were clear and innocent: "I won't use chopsticks, I'll eat it with my hands."
Jiang Yaoxue: "You can't eat it with your hands either. It's the rule."
Qin Yuyan reached out her little paws, grabbed a cupcake, and took a big bite: "This is breaking the rule."
Jiang Yaoxue looked at her daughter's satisfied and happy expression as she ate. She originally wanted to teach her to follow the rules, but let it go. Better not to say anything and ruin her daughter's appetite.
Jiang Yaoxue glanced toward the spiral staircase: "It's almost dinnertime. Why did your brother and sister-in-law suddenly go upstairs?"
Qin Yuyan: "Brother said he was taking sister-in-law upstairs to sleep."
Jiang Yaoxue froze for a moment.
Qin Yuyan: "Why aren't brother and sister-in-law coming down yet? I'll go upstairs and call them."
Jiang Yaoxue grabbed her arm: "Don't go. You can't go."
Qin Yuyan asked in confusion, "Mom, why can't I go?"
The child was ignorant and innocent, but Jiang Yaoxue couldn't help but think of another possibility.
Newlyweds always have endless energy to burn.
The "sleep" Qin Yuhe meant and the "sleep" Qin Yuyan meant were probably not the same thing.
If Qin Yuyan went up now, Jiang Yaoxue was afraid, firstly, that she would interrupt Qin Yuhe's intimate moments, and secondly, that the little girl might see something she shouldn't.
Jiang Yaoxue: "Your brother and sister-in-law might be sleeping and resting right now."
Qin Yuyan: "I can just wake them up, can't I?"
She observed Jiang Yaoxue's expression: "Mom, why are you acting so nervous? Brother and sister-in-law just went upstairs to sleep, what's there to be nervous about?"
Jiang Yaoxue: "How about you eat another cupcake?"
Qin Yuyan instantly threw the idea of looking for her brother and sister-in-law out the window: "Okay, okay, okay."
The sound of leather shoes stepping on the stairs rang out, mingled with the clicking of high heels hitting the floor.
Qin Yuyan wiped her mouth and looked at the two people on the spiral staircase: "Brother, sister-in-law, you're down! Mom and I have been waiting for you to eat the honey cupcakes. Even though I was craving them so much, I forced myself to hold back and didn't eat a single bite."
Qin Yuhe shot her a sidelong glance: "Wipe the cake crumbs off your mouth before you speak."
Qin Yuyan: "...Oh, alright."
Jiang Yaoxue walked over carrying a plate of cupcakes: "Yaya, come try Mom's cooking."
She looked at Qin Yuhe beside Song Xinya, her eyes mixed with various emotions like anticipation, guilt, and caution.
"Little He, I remember you used to love eating honey cupcakes when you were little."
She picked up a cupcake and offered it to him.
Qin Yuhe looked down at the cupcake in Jiang Yaoxue's hand. When he was a child, he indeed loved eating them. He had always longed to eat the ones she made with her own hands, but he could never get them. Now, he no longer liked eating cupcakes.
Jiang Yaoxue's hand hovered in mid-air, the hope in her eyes extinguishing little by little like a dying flame.
She began to pull back the hand holding the cupcake.
The dropping hand was supported by a gentle force. Song Xinya held Jiang Yaoxue's hand and took the cupcake from her.
"Thank you, Mom, for baking these cupcakes with such care. They look incredibly delicious."
Song Xinya offered the cupcake to Qin Yuhe: "Let's eat it together?"
Qin Yuhe's gaze slowly swept across her face, landed on the cupcake, and he raised his hand to take it.
"Alright."
Song Xinya took a bite of the honey cupcake: "Mom's baking is excellent. Mr. Qin, you think so too, right?"
Qin Yuhe looked at her lips, which appeared glossy and translucent from the honey. He originally hadn't wanted to eat it, but his appetite suddenly returned. He took a bite of the cupcake and replied, "Yes."
Song Xinya gave Jiang Yaoxue a warm, gentle smile.
Jiang Yaoxue looked back at her, her smile brimming with gratitude.
Even though there were servants at home to cook, Jiang Yaoxue still insisted on going into the kitchen to personally cook for her three children.
When children grow up, they all have their own lives and work to keep them busy. Much of the time, even if parents miss them dearly, they don't dare to casually disturb their children, afraid of interfering with their work.
The meals in this world—eat one, and there is one less to be had. The people by your side—see them once, and there is one less meeting left.
Many times, life is a process of subtraction, and the days ahead are not as endless as they seem.
Jiang Yaoxue had lived more than half her life. Having been absent during much of her son and daughter's upbringing, now that they were finally reunited, she constantly wanted to make it up to them.
In truth, before she got married, she had also been a girl pampered by her parents, never having to lift a finger to do household chores.
As Jiang Yaoxue busied herself in the kitchen, Qin Yuyan stood beside her. "Mom, I want to help you."
Jiang Yaoxue looked at Qin Yuyan dotingly. "Our little princess doesn't know how to do anything. How could you possibly help Mom?"
Qin Yuyan replied, "I can help Mom wash the vegetables."
Pointing her fair, delicate finger at a bunch of green vegetables in the sink, she said, "I recognize this vegetable. It's spinach. Not only are the leaves edible, but the roots can be eaten too."
Qin Yuhe came into the kitchen to grab a sparkling water and glanced toward the sink. "The roots of this vegetable cannot be eaten."
Qin Yuyan took out her phone and tapped into an app. "Doubao, Doubao, tell my brother loudly right now whether spinach roots can be eaten or not."
A soft female voice replied, "Of course spinach roots can be eaten. They are actually quite delicious and very nutritious too~"
Qin Yuyan looked at Qin Yuhe with a smug little expression. "Did you hear that, brother? Doubao said spinach roots can be eaten."
Qin Yuhe scoffed. "Is there any chance that it isn't spinach, but celery?"
Qin Yuyan froze on the spot.
Refusing to give up, she pulled out her phone once more. "Doubao, Doubao, quickly tell me what vegetable this is."
Doubao replied, "This is celery~"
