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

Chapter 60 Tonight, you'll serve me too…

He misses her...

Like the first spoonful of honey in the morning falling into warm water, sweet ripples spread through Song Xinya's heart.

She thought that people like him, who enjoy the sense of accomplishment and satisfaction that work brings, only have work on their minds.

Song Xinya thought for a moment and asked, "Mr. Qin, have you finished your work in Shanghai?"

That's why I had time to think about her.

Qin Yuhe: "No."

Song Xinya: "Ah!"

Qin Yuhe looked down at her, his gaze sweeping over her slightly parted, rosy lips: "You seem quite surprised."

Song Xinya replied truthfully, "I was indeed quite surprised."

Qin Yuhe analyzed his own emotions, saying, "I think worry is a form of longing."

I worry about her being in danger, about her getting hurt, about her not doing well. I am restless and anxious because of her. My heart is filled with thoughts of her. Isn't this a kind of longing?

Qin Yuhe: "It is only natural for a husband to miss his wife."

Song Xinya: "Yes."

But not every husband misses his wife.

Some men, after leaving home, are like kites released from their strings. Without their wives to watch over them or the responsibilities of family life, they recklessly immerse themselves in the company of beautiful women, living a carefree and joyful life, forgetting all about home.

During the month Qin Yuhe was away on a business trip, he rarely called her or sent her messages. The two of them had almost no contact, but Song Xinya trusted him completely and believed that he wouldn't go out and do anything reckless.

She could tell that he was a person with a high degree of self-discipline.

Song Xinya lay in Qin Yuhe's arms, reflecting on his words, her worry a form of longing...

She suddenly realized: "Mr. Qin, are you worried about me?"

Qin Yuhe: "Yes."

Song Xinya was a little confused: "Why are you suddenly worried about me?"

Because Qin Yuhe would secretly check her step count on WeChat Sports every day.

In today's internet slang, his behavior is called... stalking.

Qin Yuhe checks Song Xinya's WeChat step count every day, not because he intends to monitor her, but because they live in different places and he wants to know more about her.

If anything happens to her, he wants to know in time and be by her side immediately.

His actions proved effective; his gaze slowly swept over her body—neck, chest, abdomen, legs, and ankles.

My heart sank suddenly.

He stared at her ankle, which was swollen like a water radish, and asked in a deep voice, "How did you get hurt?"

Song Xinya: "Because a client's grades were so bad, I taught her wholeheartedly for a month, and she only got 16 points on her math test. I was so heartbroken that I didn't watch where I was going and sprained my ankle."

Qin Yuhe scoffed: "Just one client, is it worth risking your body for?"

Song Xinya looked up at him, her bright eyes sparkling with captivating beauty. She reached out and gently poked his cheek with her soft fingertips: "This client of mine is your sister."

Qin Yuhe's eyes flickered slightly, unsure whether it was because she, his client, was his sister, or because of her ambiguous gesture of poking his cheek.

"She's not worth your body."

He looked down into her clear, bright eyes: "Your body is mine."

Song Xinya's waist was suddenly touched.

He carried her through the grand and imposing gate into the living room.

Song Tingye walked over and asked, "What do you mean, 'yours' and 'mine'? Sister, brother-in-law, what are you talking about?"

Qin Yuhe: "Not suitable for children."

Song Tingye: "Tch, who do you think you are? Have you ever seen a child who is 1.88 meters tall? I'm a teenager."

Song Xinya hated it when he swore. She glanced at him and said, "You call yourself 'I'? Why don't you just say you're Confucius?"

Song Tingye: "I prefer Mozi."

Song Xinya: "I want to beat you into a Japanese soldier."

Song Tingye: "Hey, you pretty girl, get to work!"

Song Xinya raised her bag and threw it at him: "Don't play the traitor here."

Song Tingye caught the bag and saluted, saying, "Yes, sir!"

Song Xinya originally wanted to scold him, but she couldn't help but laugh at his shameless behavior.

Song Tingye walked over to Qin Yuhe and bumped him on the shoulder, still thinking about what had just happened: "Brother-in-law, what did you say to my sister just now? What about my sister is yours?"

This is not something a seventeen-year-old minor should be listening to.

Song Xinya opened her mouth and said, "Your brother-in-law just said why your Chinese grades are always not improving, and why your essays are always off-topic."

Song Tingye's smile vanished, his toes twisted 180 degrees, and he turned and ran towards the bedroom, saying, "Um, I have something to do, I'll go first, bye-bye."

The noise subsided, and the spacious living room fell silent, leaving only Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe.

Invisible flames rose into the air.

Qin Yuhe placed Song Xinya on the sofa and pulled up a chair to sit opposite her.

When two people sit facing each other, quite close to each other, it's inevitable that their eyes will meet.

Song Xinya suddenly thought of a sentence: "Looking into each other's eyes is a spiritual kiss without emotion."

She felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, and she became somewhat uncomfortable.

What is he trying to do?

He scolded her for acting on her own initiative, asking why she didn't tell him she had sprained her ankle.

No.

His subsequent actions proved that he did not intend to scold her.

He grasped her slender, white legs with both hands, lifted them up, and placed her injured foot on his thigh.

The man's palm was broad and warm, pressed against the skin of her calf. The thin calluses brushed against her skin, not with a rough stinging sensation, but with a dull rubbing that carried a burning heat, like sandpaper rubbing against a velvety surface. It didn't hurt, but a tingling, numb sensation that seeped into her bones.

Qin Yuhe held her fair, tender leg, his deep gaze fixed on her.

Song Xinya's heart skipped a beat, and she frantically covered the area between her legs with her hands.

The dress she wore today...

At this moment, one of her legs was draped over Qin Yuhe's thigh, while the other leg was on the ground, and she wasn't wearing safety shorts...

Even with safety shorts on, this position is still bound to feel embarrassing...

Qin Yuhe hadn't intended to look inappropriately, but her action caused his gaze to drift downwards.

Her slender, white fingers were twisted together, covering her tightly.

I was afraid he would see something.

Qin Yuhe's lips curled into a smile.

She covered herself up so tightly, and he doesn't have X-ray vision, what could he possibly see?

His intention in lifting one of her legs was not to take advantage of her.

The maid brought over a towel and an ice pack. Qin Yuhe wrapped the ice pack in the towel, held her calf with one hand, and gently applied a cold compress with the other.

"Apply ice within 48 hours. After 48 hours, I will apply heat."

He looked down at her swollen area with a serious expression, gently pressing it with his fingers. An ice pack covered her swollen skin, providing a cool touch. Occasionally, his fingers would touch her ankle, which felt warm.

He truly didn't mind at all, his head lowered, very close to her feet, his breath brushing against the insteps of her feet.

Thinking of him, a noble young master from a prestigious family, bowing his head to do these things for her, Song Xinya felt both heartwarming and a little shy.

"I can apply it myself."

Qin Yuhe slowly moved the ice pack in his hand: "I'm serving you, and you're still not happy?"

Song Xinya: "It's not that I'm unwilling, it's just that I feel a little embarrassed."

Qin Yuhe: "Shall we return the favor?"

Song Xinya asked, "How can we reciprocate?"

Qin Yuhe looked up at her, and said meaningfully, "Tonight, you'll serve me too..."