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

Chapter 59 I Miss You

Partners should come before all people and things...

Isn't this what they call favoritism?

The assistant pondered these words and asked doubtfully, "Mr. Qin, didn't you say before that you and Ms. Song would treat each other with respect and not interfere with each other's lives?"

Qin Yuhe: "Does being respectful and not interfering with each other mean we can't care about our wives?"

It's not that it's impossible, it's just...

Assistant: "Your respectful and non-interfering attitude is not quite the same as what I understand."

Qin Yuhe stared anxiously at the zero on the step count leaderboard, his brows furrowed and his lips uttering urgent words: "Book tickets."

Knowing that Qin Yuhe's patience had run out, the assistant dared not delay any longer and ran to open the door to book tickets.

Ten minutes later, the assistant pushed the door open again, looking rather unhappy.

"Mr. Qin, we've confirmed with the Civil Aviation Administration that there may be thunderstorms and strong winds later on, so all flights from Shanghai to Beijing have been grounded."

Qin Yuhe unlocked his phone and tapped his fingers on the screen, as if searching for something.

Assistant: "Unexpected events can happen at any time. With thunderstorms and strong winds, the plane really can't take off. This is an act of God, Mr. Qin. You won't be able to go home today."

"Who says I can't go back today...?"

Qin Yuhe stood up from the chair, his expression cold and aloof, his posture upright, and strode towards the door.

"I just checked, the weather in Wuxi is suitable for takeoff, and the highways are still open. I can drive to Wuxi first and then take a flight back to Beijing."

The assistant stared at Qin Yuhe in astonishment.

Upon hearing that Miss Song might be in trouble, President Qin braved thunderstorms and strong winds, driving for two and a half hours, traversing 120 kilometers, crossing a province, and making a detour to Wuxi, just to go back and see her.

Is this supposed to be mutual respect and non-interference?

Was it a problem with his Chinese comprehension, or did President Qin's Chinese comprehension suddenly become distorted?

The assistant jogged to catch up with Qin Yuhe: "Mr. Qin, I'll go back with you and drive you."

Qin Yuhe: "No need. I went back suddenly this time and there are many things I haven't dealt with. I need you to take charge here for me. The meeting this afternoon will continue. You can stay here and oversee things for me."

The assistant suddenly felt a heavy weight on his shoulders.

The elevator arrived with a soft "ding," and Qin Yuhe stepped inside.

The elevator doors opened, and Qin Yuhe stepped out. At that moment, thunder roared in the sky, and torrential rain poured down.

All the pedestrians hurriedly ran into the houses to hide, but Qin Yuhe resolutely walked out and plunged into the wind and rain.

Raindrops dampened his hair, and the chill of the wind seeped into his black suit.

He went to find her, braving the storm that was raging throughout the city.

The journey from Shanghai to Wuxi, a distance of 120 kilometers, was marked by large raindrops pounding against the car's windshield with a heavy thud.

A sudden and torrential downpour blocked the path of countless people, but it could not stop him.

Fortunately, the further the car went, the better the weather became.

From torrential rain to clear skies, Qin Yuhe stepped out of the car to see bright sunshine and a dazzling sun.

He successfully boarded the plane bound for Beijing.

.........

In the Forbidden City, Song Xinya lay on the bed, her injured leg stretched out stiffly. She dared not move it, for her ankle would ache with every movement.

Her once slender ankles swelled up into plump, juicy radishes.

The phone suddenly rang, and Song Xinya picked it up and answered it.

Qin Yuyan's clear voice came through: "Teacher Song, is your foot better?"

Song Xinya: No, it will probably stay swollen for several more days.

Qin Yuyan: "I've invited the best doctor in the country to come and take a look at your foot."

Song Xinya: "No bone is broken, it's just swollen. The swelling won't go down overnight, it takes time. Even famous doctors can't do anything about it, so you don't need to invite them."

Qin Yuyan sighed deeply: "I haven't seen you all day."

Song Xinya chuckled: "Why do you think about seeing me every day?"

Qin Yuyan: "If I don't see you for a day, I can't eat or drink. This must be what love feels like, Teacher Song. I've fallen in love."

Song Xinya: "What do you mean by 'falling in love'? You want me to be your mother?"

Qin Yuyan: "No, my father is not good enough for you. I think my brother is."

That's right—her brother is already married, and the bride isn't Teacher Song.

Qin Yuyan felt heartbroken whenever she thought about it.

Song Xinya asked, "If I marry your brother, aren't you worried that I'll steal his love for you?"

Qin Yuyan: "If you marry my brother, I will fight with him for your love."

Song Xinya: "You like me that much?"

Qin Yuyan nodded emphatically: "I like it."

Song Xinya: "If you like someone, you should like everything about them, right?"

Qin Yuyan: "Yes."

Song Xinya: "So you must really like the math problems I explained to you, right?"

Qin Yuyan: "...Just wondering, is it possible to dislike this?"

Song Xinya: "No, go review the math problems I explained to you ten times. Don't get 16 points on the next test, get 106 points."

The little princess sat at her desk, looking at her math test paper, her face turning into a bitter gourd.

Math is too hard, she can't learn it, what should I do?! Aaaaaaah!

.........

After finishing her phone call with Qin Yuyan, Song Xinya slowly sat up from the bed, moved to the floor, stood on one leg, and hopped out.

She gripped the stairs with both hands and slowly made her way down to the first floor.

Song Tingye was practicing his dog-scrawl calligraphy while lying on the table when he looked up and saw Song Xinya. He immediately stood up, walked over, and took her arm.

"Sis, why did you come downstairs with your foot injured? Why don't you lie in bed?"

Song Xinya: "If I lie down any longer, mushrooms will grow on my head."

Song Tingye: "That's great! I'll pick them and make fried mushrooms."

The brother and sister came to the table.

Song Xinya picked up the calligraphy practice book he had used and frowned: "You've practiced your handwriting so many times, how come it's still so ugly?"

Song Tingye touched his face and said, "It's probably because I'm too handsome that God is jealous of me, which is why my handwriting is so bad."

Song Xinya rolled her eyes at him: "Stop making excuses for your laziness. You still haven't practiced enough."

She picked up the Chinese language test paper and checked it: "Song Tingye, your essay has gone off on a tangent again!"

Let's check the other Chinese questions again: "56 points, no more than that. Out of 150, you fail!"

Song Tingye: "It's okay, I can get a perfect score in math."

Song Xinya: "It's nothing, it's nothing. Go review the Chinese questions I explained to you ten times. Don't get 56 points on the next test, get 106 points."

Song Tingye sat at his desk, looking at the Chinese exam paper, his handsome face turning into a bitter gourd.

Chinese is too hard, he can't learn it, what should I do?! Aaaaaaah!

.........

In the afternoon, Song Xinya received a message from Li Cuirou, saying that her family was renovating the house and there were too many of her mother's belongings to put in the house, so she packed all of her mother's belongings and left them at the door for Song Xinya to pick up.

The Song family lives in a villa, not a one-bedroom apartment. There are three basement rooms used for storing miscellaneous items. How come there isn't enough room for her mother's belongings?

The mother and daughter not only couldn't accept her, but they also couldn't accept her mother's belongings.

It doesn't matter, they can't tolerate her, and she won't tolerate them either.

She has a very good memory and always seeks revenge.

If anyone throws cold water at her, she'll boil the water and throw it back at them!

Song Xinya asked her maid to buy her a portable wheelchair and had her driver take her to the villa complex where the Song family lived.

Her mother's belongings were not placed in the villa where the Song family lived, but at the main gate of the community.

Many people were coming and going at the entrance of the residential area. Her mother's private belongings were left on the ground for people to look at and discuss.

The driver loaded all the items left at the gate into the car: "Ms. Song, are we going back now?"

"I'm not going back, I have something else to do..."

The wheelchair was placed on the ground, and Song Xinya sat in it, gliding into the villa community.

She arrived at the villa where the Song family lived and placed a rectangular brocade box at the door.

The brocade box is exquisitely crafted, with intricate and elaborate patterns carved on it, making it look very sophisticated.

It makes one guess that something very valuable must be inside.

Using this as bait, they lured the mother and daughter to open it.

What's inside? It's a "gift" that Song Xinya carefully prepared for that mother and daughter...

As Song Xinya wheeled herself out of the villa, she saw Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying walking towards her.

Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying were both surprised when they saw her.

Why did this noblewoman from a prominent family end up in their neighborhood?

Although the community where they lived consisted of villas, it was far inferior to the most upscale villas like Zijin Huafu.

Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying looked at Song Xinya. Her stunning appearance and noble temperament, even when she was in a wheelchair, could not hide her unparalleled elegance. Such a noble lady was clearly beyond their reach.

She definitely doesn't live in this neighborhood; she must be here to meet someone.

Song Xinya's lazy gaze swept over Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying's faces, her eyes looking down on them.

Zhang Yingying bit her lip and walked towards Song Xinya. She twisted her ankle, cried out in pain, and pushed the wheelchair hard with both hands.

The wheelchair rolled down the slope with a gurgling sound, faster and faster...

A gust of wind slammed into Song Xinya's face.

The wheelchair veered off course and crashed into the garden next to it.

The garden was full of roses, all covered in sharp thorns.

If Song Xinya doesn't jump off the wheelchair, her face and body will be pierced by sharp spikes.

If Song Xinya jumps off the wheelchair, her foot will be injured even more severely.

It's a dilemma; it seems like either way, it's certain death.

As Song Xinya closed her eyes, preparing to jump off the wheelchair, a warm, large hand slipped through the inside of her arm, the strong arm brushing against her back and tightly embracing her body.

Immediately, her legs were lifted up, and she was lifted into the air and pulled into a broad, warm embrace.

A cool, masculine scent wafted onto her cheeks, delicate and gentle, yet imbued with a masculine aggression, enveloping her and giving her an irreplaceable sense of security.

This wasn't the first time Song Xinya had smelled this scent...

The name Qin Yuhe flashed through her mind...

But how could that be? Wasn't he busy with work in Shanghai?

Isn't work his top priority?

But holding her in his arms felt so warm and reliable. The familiar scent of a man was filled with tender affection. He lowered his head and pressed his warm cheek against her forehead.

The texture felt so real.

Song Xinya opened her eyes and saw Qin Yuhe's face.

"Mr. Qin!"

The last syllable carried a sweetness, an unexpected joy, and happiness.

"I am here."

He looked down at her, his breath warm against her lips as he spoke.

Song Xinya felt a slight itch on her lips.

Qin Yuhe: "Hold me tight."

Song Xinya obediently reached out and wrapped her soft, white arms around his neck.

In this position, it was inevitable that Mianying's upper body would press against his chest.

Qin Yuhe carried her to the car parked nearby, taking large, steady steps.

After placing Song Xinya in the back seat of the car, Qin Yuhe stood outside, one hand on the car door and the other on the roof. He leaned into the car, his handsome and alluring face very close to Song Xinya's, the sound of his breathing so clear in her ears.

"Wait in the car, I'll be there shortly."

Song Xinya didn't know what he was going to do, but she still said okay.

Qin Yuhe straightened up, the burning body heat receding and disappearing.

He walked towards Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying.

The important figure who was once someone I could only dream of meeting is now tall and handsome, standing in front of the mother and daughter.

The mother and daughter were suddenly filled with fear and felt a chill run through their bodies.

There's no other reason than that Qin Yuhe's aura was too powerful, his temperament too icy and cold, and his handsome face too imposing and frightening.

Zhang Yingying nudged Li Cuirou, who then said, "President Qin, since you're already at my doorstep, why don't you come in and have a cup of tea?"

Qin Yuhe ignored her words, his cold, hard gaze fixed on Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying: "You just injured my people."

That woman is Qin Yuhe's woman!

Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying felt a chill run through their bodies.

I felt completely disappointed.

What does the Crown Prince mean by that?

His people...

Is she his girlfriend?

Li Cuirou replied immediately, "President Qin, my daughter just twisted her ankle by accident, and I accidentally pushed her."

Zhang Yingying looked up at Qin Yuhe's captivating face, her heart pounding, her face flushed with shyness, and her voice became soft and sweet.

"President Qin, I didn't mean to. I pushed her just now, and I've felt guilty ever since. I have a guilty conscience."

Qin Yuhe's eyes were cold and devoid of warmth, like ice: "I'm not here to watch your performance, I'm here to make you atone for your sins."

His thin lips were tightly pressed together, leaving no room for negotiation. The superior's power completely crushed the inferior: "Now, immediately, bow ninety degrees to my woman and apologize."

The Rolls-Royce window rolled down, and Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying bowed deeply to Song Xinya inside the car, their heads bowed low: "My esteemed guest, we apologize for offending you today."

Song Xinya curled her lips into a cold smile, took the sunglasses from her slender hand, and put them on her face: "Get lost, don't dirty my eyes."

.........

At the Forbidden City Mansion, the driver bent down and opened the car door, and Qin Yuhe carried Song Xinya out of the car.

Song Xinya lay in his arms, her beautiful cheek pressed against his chest, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, and her warm palms pressed against the back of his neck.

She looked up at him and saw his sharp Adam's apple and his well-defined jawline.

There was something she couldn't understand, so she asked, "Mr. Qin, why did you suddenly come back?"

Qin Yuhe: "I miss you."