Strange in public! Trying to conceive in private! Pampered and kissed every night.

Chapter 10 Sister, brother-in-law, what are you two doing?

Qin Yuhe stared at the shirtless man with a gaze as sharp as a knife, scrutinizing him inch by inch from head to toe, carefully examining his thin and youthful body.

He silently evaluated it with five words in his mind—

There's nothing to see here.

This man looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old. Although he was slender and upright with sharp features, his shoulders, back, waist, and abdomen still had a youthful feel to them, lacking the robust and muscular physique that a mature man should possess.

To sum it up in five words:

The fur hasn't fully grown in yet.

Song Tingye lowered his hand from his eyes and saw Qin Yuhe standing in the center of the living room.

"Holy crap! Who are you?"

Qin Yuhe stared at him with sharp eyes: "I also want to ask who you are?"

Song Tingye puffed out his chest, clenched his fists, and swung his arms back forcefully, like a proud and spirited young bull.

"I am the rightful and proper head of this household!"

Qin Yuhe's eyes sharpened even more.

Song Tingye: "Everything in this house is mine. Don't even think about taking it from me; you won't get a single thing!"

Qin Yuhe's dark eyes were icy: "What if I insist on taking it?"

Song Tingye: "You've really messed with me. Even if it costs me my life, I will never let you take it from me!"

He even had the nerve to justify trespassing on private property! Song Tingye was furious.

Song Tingye grabbed the mop that was lying to the side, raised it high, and hurled it at Qin Yuhe, yelling, "Aaaaaaah, I'll beat you to death!"

The master bedroom door opened, and Song Xinya came out, only to see this scene.

"Song Tingye, what are you doing!"

She ran towards Qin Yuhe and threw herself into his arms.

She had just taken a shower, her hair still dripping wet, the half-dry hair clinging damply to her snow-white neck. The shampoo and shower gel had the same sweet and delicate rose scent.

She gripped his arms tightly with both hands, her soft hair brushing against his Adam's apple, her supple body pressed against his chest, her full, soft contours clearly defined.

She ran over so suddenly that she bumped into his arms, accompanied by a sweet fragrance. He wrapped his arms around her waist.

His long, beautiful hand rested on her lower back, the touch beneath his palm was light, soft, and supple.

Song Xinya looked up and saw the prominent Adam's apple on his pale neck. It was well-defined, with clean and sharp lines, and it was quite large.

Her gaze followed his Adam's apple to his sharply defined, handsome face: "Mr. Qin, are you alright?"

Qin Yuhe looked down at her. Her small, fair face, bright and clear fox-like eyes were filled with concern, and her lips were red and moist like sweet jelly.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he said, "I'm fine."

Song Tingye stood frozen in place, holding the mop high, as if a pause button had been pressed.

"What's going on? Sis, why are you hugging the man who broke into your home?"

Song Xinya loosened her grip on Qin Yuhe's arm, separating her body from his strong chest.

Qin Yuhe felt a void in his arms; her delicate fragrance had faded from his senses.

Song Xinya turned to look at Song Tingye: "What burglary? He is...?"

"Who is he?" Song Tingye slammed the mop he had raised high onto the ground, holding it with one hand and putting the other on his hip.

"You can't just hug him like that, no matter who he is. Men and women shouldn't touch each other. How can you, a girl, hug a man so tightly? As someone who has been to university, didn't you learn this saying?"

Song Tingye looked coldly at Qin Yuhe: "He's so handsome, he doesn't look like a good person at all."

Qin Yuhe had already guessed Song Tingye's identity from the word "sister" she had just called him. Looking at Song Tingye, he said, "I think you're more handsome."

Song Tingye's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Qin Yuhe replied, "I truly believe that."

Song Tingye grinned and said happily, "Now I think you're kind of a good person."

His tense demeanor vanished, and he no longer rejected Qin Yuhe.

Qin Yuhe has navigated the business world and dealt with all sorts of people, so he understands best that different communication methods should be used with people of different personalities.

In other words, one monkey, one tethering method.

Teenagers aged seventeen or eighteen are relatively simple-minded, without so many greasy and malicious schemes in their minds. Their simple nature also means that they are prone to impulsive actions.

Moreover, boys of this age generally pay attention to their appearance.

Qin Yuhe complimented the other person by saying "even more handsome," which not only praised the other person's good looks but also gave the other person a sense of victory, satisfying the other person's competitive spirit as a man. This naturally earned the other person's favor.

Song Tingye looked at Qin Yuhe again, his gaze gentle yet filled with friendly curiosity: "Who is this gentleman?"

Song Xinya: "Your brother-in-law."

Song Tingye's eyes widened: "Don't tell me he's Qin Yuhe, the head of the Qin family?"

At the time, Song Xinya told President Wang and Yang Yangjuan that Qin Yuhe was her husband, and Song Tingye always thought his sister was just showing off.

If his sister had that kind of ability, would they still be living in this small, shabby house?

Qin Yuhe took out his ID card and handed it to Song Tingye.

Song Tingye glanced down and exclaimed, "Holy crap! It really is Qin Yuhe!"

He swallowed hard and asked, "You really married my sister?"

Qin Yuhe pulled out his marriage certificate, which he always carried with him: "It's real."

Song Tingye turned to look at Song Xinya: "Why didn't you discuss such a big thing as marriage with me?"

Song Xinya: "If I were to discuss this with you, would this marriage still go ahead?"

Song Tingye: "Then I would definitely suggest you test him for ten or eight years first."

Listen, that's why she didn't tell him beforehand.

Song Tingye pulled Song Xinya to the balcony, turning his back to Qin Yuhe, and said worriedly, "You're marrying a man so soon? What if you run into a jerk?"

Song Xinya: "Even a man you've known for many years might betray you in the blink of an eye."

The length of time a man has known a woman is never the basis for judging whether he will cheat; what matters is his character.

Qin Yuhe comes from a prestigious family and is surrounded by countless wealthy young ladies. Countless women want to throw themselves at him, but he has never had any scandals, which shows how hard-core his character is and how clean his private life is.

In wealthy circles, many young men take pleasure in playing with women. Their girlfriends are not disposable, but daily. They are obsessed with the bodies of different women and never get tired of it.

But clearly, Qin Yuhe is not that kind of person. He is a career-oriented man who prefers to stir up trouble in the business world and enjoy the sense of accomplishment that comes with success.

Song Xinya felt that Qin Yuhe was much better than many men.

Song Tingye was still a little worried: "Sister, I'm worried about you."

Song Xinya: "You have so much time to worry about me, you should worry about yourself. Can you get first place in your grade? Can you get first place in the city? Can you get into Tsinghua or Peking University? Can you bring honor to your family? Can you make something of yourself? Did you finish the 'Five Years of College Entrance Examination, Three Years of Simulation' I gave you last night? Did you finish all sixty sets of practice papers?"

Song Tingye's head was buzzing: "Okay, fine, I'm not worried about you now, I'm more worried about myself."

Seeing that he was no longer talking about her marriage, Song Xinya's expression softened slightly, and she asked, "Are we having beef for dinner tonight?"

Song Tingye: "Eat!"

Song Xinya opened the balcony door and went out: "I'm going to make tomato beef noodles."

She greeted Qin Yuhe, saying, "Mr. Qin, please sit down and wait a while."

Qin Yuhe sat on a three-legged stool.

Song Xinya went to the kitchen to get busy, leaving Qin Yuhe and Song Tingye staring at each other in the living room.

Qin Yuhe pointed to the blue men's underwear on the balcony: "These are yours, aren't they?"

Song Tingye: "Of course, it could be my sister's."

Qin Yuhe's lips curled into a smile.

He glanced at the razor on the table: "It's fully charged. Shall I unplug it and put it away for you?"

Song Tingye: "It's my own thing, so I'll clean it myself."

Qin Yuhe's lips curled up again.

He asked, "Do you usually enjoy sports?"

Song Tingye: "Yes, I like it. I play basketball all the time. Look, that basketball in the corner is mine."

Qin Yuhe smiled again.

As for the Ultraman figure on the table, there's no need to ask; such a childish thing must belong to Song Tingye.

Qin Yuhe looked towards the entrance and said, "I saw a new pair of men's slippers there, and I thought if your sister bought them for someone else, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to wear them, so I didn't wear them."

Song Tingye: "It's okay, you can wear it. My sister bought it for me."

The greater the curve of Qin Yuhe's lips.

He glanced at the slender figure in the kitchen, stood up, and walked towards her: "I'll go help."

.........

In the kitchen, Song Xinya cut the beef into uniform thin slices.

To make the beef more tender, she likes to add a little baking soda.

The original bag of baking soda was used up, and the spare bag was placed in the cabinet above.

She stood on tiptoe and stretched out her arm to grab it.

It was placed too far in; she tried to reach it again and again, but couldn't.

His warm chest pressed against her back, and his cool, masculine scent enveloped her.

Qin Yuhe reached over her head and easily reached the items inside the cabinet, handing them to her.

Song Xinya took the baking soda, her arm hanging down, and her elbow accidentally poked the man behind her.

She felt his body harden.

Qin Yuhe's pained voice rang out: "You stabbed me in the abdomen."

Song Xinya was even more alarmed and turned to look at his abdomen.

After being hit, she habitually rubbed her abdomen with her hands. In her panic, her body followed her instincts completely, and she reached out and placed her hand on Qin Yuhe's abdomen to rub it for him.

Beneath her soft, white palms was a burning heat, and the more she rubbed, the hotter it became.

At this moment, Song Xinya was bent over, her face facing Qin Yuhe's abdomen.

Song Tingye walked over, a look of disbelief on his face: "Sister, brother-in-law, what are you two doing?"