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

Chapter 11 He'll spend the night with her tonight.

Song Xinya abruptly pulled her hand back from Qin Yuhe's abdomen.

Only now did I realize how ambiguous their posture was.

As if possessed, her eyes glanced down his abdomen, and her face burned.

She sat up abruptly, touching the stray hairs on her forehead with her fingers: "I bumped into Mr. Qin, let me rub his forehead."

Song Tingye: "Oh."

It turned out to be the case.

He still thought that was the case.

Song Tingye said, "I accidentally bumped my arm on the table just now, sis, can you rub it for me too?"

Before Song Xinya could speak, Qin Yuhe said, "Let me massage it for you."

Song Tingye: "I want my sister to massage me."

Song Xinya: "You bumped your arm, not your back, so rub it yourself."

Song Tingye: "But your brother-in-law didn't bump his back just now, so why are you rubbing it for him?"

Once the water in the pot boiled, Song Xinya lifted the lid, put the tomatoes in, and blanched them for 30 seconds to remove the skin.

"I'm going to start cooking. Song Tingye, don't mess with me. Go somewhere cool and stay away."

Song Tingye muttered to himself, "Hearing this in the middle of summer, it definitely isn't an insult. It's the most sincere care, the most deeply hidden love. Sister, you still love me too much."

He walked away happily, singing "This is love—" loudly.

As Song Xinya threw the peeled tomato skins into the trash can, she looked down and saw that Qin Yuhe was wearing a pair of black slippers.

Wait a minute—didn't he say he wouldn't wear it?

A man's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea.

Men are indeed the most difficult creatures to understand in the world.

Song Xinya was very skilled at cooking. She heated the oil and sautéed the scallions, ginger, and garlic until they were fragrant, making a crackling sound in the pan. She wasn't afraid at all and quickly poured the beef in to stir-fry.

The beef was stir-fried to an enticing caramel color, and the savory aroma of the meat filled the entire room.

This was the first time Qin Yuhe had watched a woman cook up close. He had never thought cooking was anything special, but now he was watching with great interest.

He noticed two bottles of chili sauce on the kitchen island and asked, "Do you usually like spicy food?"

Song Xinya: "Yes, my brother and I both like spicy food."

It was hot, and soon, fine beads of sweat appeared on Song Xinya's fair forehead.

She held a spatula in one hand and raised the other to wipe it.

A towel that had just been soaked in cool water was pressed on her forehead, and Qin Yuhe carefully wiped away the beads of sweat from her forehead and the tip of her nose.

His clear, gentle voice drifted down from above: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made you cook. I should have taken you out to eat."

Song Xinya: "It's okay. Even if you don't come, I'll still cook for myself. If you come, it's just a matter of adding an extra bowl of water to the pot."

While she was cooking, he stood by her side the whole time, constantly wiping her sweat with a towel soaked in cold water.

Song Xinya never expected that Qin Yuhe, a young master from a prestigious family, would go to such lengths.

He stood with her in the kitchen; she wasn't the only one feeling hot, he must have been too.

But he didn't say anything.

After the meal was prepared, Song Xinya was about to serve the rice when she suddenly felt the hem of her white T-shirt being lifted up, and Qin Yuhe's hand, holding a towel, reaching inside.

He pressed a cool towel against her skin and gently wiped her back.

His fingers inevitably touched her, his stiff knuckles pressing against her back, his fingertips scraping against her sensitive skin, sending shivers of electricity through her.

Qin Yuhe took his hand out of her clothes, as if he had accomplished something remarkable, and said with a hint of satisfied accomplishment, "Okay, I've wiped your whole back."

He leaned down, his tall frame looming over her from behind, his exquisitely handsome face looking at her. His breath warmed her cheeks and lips as he spoke, asking, "Are you still hot?"

"..." Song Xinya: "No, it's not hot anymore."

My body wasn't hot anymore, but my heart was, and my face was hot too.

Qin Yuhe asked again, "Is it comfortable?"

Song Xinya: "...Comfortable."

Looking at her flushed cheeks, Qin Yuhe said, "We're husband and wife, it's normal for us to do these things. You might not be used to it yet, but that's okay. We'll do it more often in the future, and you'll get used to it."

Song Xinya felt even hotter.

She didn't know if he was flirting with her on purpose, but she felt... he was pretty good at it.

Song Xinya felt her heart pounding. She pursed her dry lips and whispered, "You can go out now."

If he didn't leave soon, she felt her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

Qin Yuhe: "Don't you need me to help bring the food?"

Song Xinya: "Just let Ono do it."

Qin Yuhe didn't refuse, saying, "Training the little boy is fine too."

Song Xinya called out towards the living room, "Xiao Ye, come and bring the food."

Song Tingye walked over in his slippers: "Does anyone have Hou Yi's phone number? It's too hot, I can't stand it anymore. I want to call him and ask him to shoot down the suns."

Song Xinya: "What's wrong with you? It's so hot!"

Song Tingye: "I didn't do anything and I'm already unbearably hot."

Song Xinya: "It's so hot, don't bother eating. I'll eat all the beef tonight."

This was a real problem for Song Tingye: "No way, I feel terrible if I don't eat beef for a meal."

Song Tingye deftly brought three bowls of tomato beef noodles to the table.

Qin Yuhe and Song Tingye stood together, and Song Xinya looked at the two of them.

Qin Yuhe wore a white shirt and black suit pants, his attire was neat and tidy.

Song Tingye was only wearing a pair of shorts.

One is like a god, the other is like a lunatic; the contrast is stark.

Song Xinya couldn't stand it anymore and glanced at Song Tingye's still bare chest: "Go put on some clothes."

Song Tingye glanced down at his red shorts: "I'm wearing them."

Song Xinya picked up a short-sleeved shirt from the sofa and slammed it on Song Tingye's head: "Put this on. I'm worried that when we eat noodles later, the soup will splash onto your stomach and give you a big blister."

Song Tingye suddenly realized—

My sister really loves me.

The three people sat at the table, with Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe facing each other.

Song Xinya didn't know if the tomato beef noodles she made would suit Qin Yuhe's taste, so she kept an eye on his expression.

The bright red tomato soup soaks into every noodle, and the sweet and sour aroma fills the nostrils, topped with a few tender green vegetables.

The colors are vibrant and the presentation is superb.

It makes him want to eat.

Qin Yuhe picked up his chopsticks and spoon, eating slowly and deliberately, savoring every bite.

The tomatoes were simmered until they were slightly mushy, the broth was sweet and savory, the beef was tender and flavorful, and the noodles absorbed the sweet and sour taste of the tomatoes and the savory aroma of the beef, making them chewy and smooth.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Xinya asked, "Is the taste alright?"

Qin Yuhe looked up at her and said, "This is the best noodles I've ever eaten."

There was a hint of trying to make her happy in his words.

Song Xinya smiled sweetly, her eyes crinkling: "So-so, third in the world."

While the two were exchanging a few words, Song Tingye slurped down a bowl of noodles.

"My stomach is 128G today. It can hold three bowls of noodles, a bowl of beef, and half a roast chicken."

He wiped his mouth and went to get a second bowl.

Song Xinya: "Welcome to enjoy our family's perpetual motion machine for dry rice."

Qin Yuhe raised an eyebrow: "It's a matter of luck with personnel matters; it's almost certain that my younger brother is a connoisseur of food."

Actually, Qin Yuhe had attended a cocktail party before coming here. He ate some food, including half a bowl of noodles, and then felt full.

But seeing Song Xinya's bright, expectant gaze, he remained calm and finished the entire bowl of noodles.

Seeing how hard Song Xinya worked while cooking, Qin Yuhe offered to wash the dishes.

Song Xinya asked curiously, "Have you ever washed dishes?"

Qin Yuhe replied truthfully, "No."

Song Xinya knew he didn't.

Qin Yuhe: "Although I don't have any, I think washing dishes shouldn't be too difficult for me."

Song Tingye tilted his head back and drank every last drop of the soup in the bowl. He then placed the empty bowl on the table and finished four bowls of noodles in a row. Finally, he was full.

"Brother-in-law, this is your first time visiting my home, how can I let you wash the dishes? Just leave them there, I'll do them."

"You don't need to be so polite with me. My sister has always cooked in my family, and I do the dishes."

Song Tingye couldn't bear to let her older sister cook and wash the dishes.

After all, he has hands and feet, and all his limbs are intact. As a member of the family, he should also contribute to the family.

While Song Tingye was washing dishes in the kitchen, Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe were sitting in the living room.

They remained silent for a moment, each holding a cup of rose tea and sipping it slowly.

Song Xinya checked the time; it was 10 p.m., which was getting late.

He didn't seem to be planning to leave.

So, is he planning to spend the night in her bed tonight?