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

Chapter 74 On the train...

My brother-in-law is not in a good mood.

Song Tingye smiled slightly. Sure enough, his brother-in-law was cheating on him.

He looked smug and triumphant, reaching out to Qin Yuhe: "Bring out the good food!"

"for you……"

Qin Yuhe raised his arm and gave him a hard flick on the forehead.

"Ouch—" Song Tingye wailed, clutching his forehead, "Brother-in-law, why did you hit me?"

Luckily, he's his brother-in-law.

Qin Yuhe: "If you were my brother, I'd shoot you."

Song Tingye: "You cheated on me with food and even flicked my head! Have you no sense of reason, you tyrant!"

After tidying up her disheveled clothes, Song Xinya walked out of the study.

Song Tingye strode up to her: "Sister, brother-in-law hit me! You be the judge!"

Song Xinya simply commented with two words: "Deserves a beating."

Song Tingye pursed his lips: "Sis, why are you like this? You're being unfair!"

He forgets his mother after marrying a wife, and forgets his brother after having a husband!

Song Tingye grew increasingly heartbroken: "Sister, am I still the person you love the most?"

Song Xinya: "Of course you..."

Qin Yuhe: "Ahem."

Song Xinya: "Of course you're just as important as your brother-in-law."

Song Tingye: "You're so fair, sister. You truly are a Libra."

Although he wasn't entirely satisfied with his sister's answer, at least his brother-in-law's position in his sister's heart hadn't surpassed his own, and Song Tingye felt a tiny bit of relief.

Song Xinya explained, "Mr. Qin and I didn't have an affair in the study, so you can rest assured."

Song Tingye's gaze swept over Song Xinya's face, asking, "Sister, why is your face so red?"

Song Xinya: "I'm wearing too many layers, it's hot."

Song Tingye: "But you're only wearing a skirt, and it's showing your legs."

Song Xinya's face turned even redder.

Qin Yuhe stepped in to help her out: "Xiao Ye, didn't you say there was a Chinese language question you wouldn't let your sister teach you?"

Song Tingye: "Yes."

Song Xinya: "Then what are we waiting for? My class is 40 minutes long and costs 8000 yuan, which is 200 yuan per minute. Don't waste my time."

She walked toward the living room, and Song Tingye ran after her, forgetting what her sister and brother-in-law were doing in the study.

Song Tingye couldn't answer a particular essay question.

The topic is as follows: Mother, an inexhaustible source of prose poetry. Please write an article of no less than 800 words on the topic of my mother.

Looking at the question, Song Xinya thought to herself, "This question isn't difficult at all. It's a very simple essay question, because the examinee doesn't even need to come up with a topic. The question setter has already given the topic: 'My Mother.'"

How could he go off-topic on such a simple essay question?

Song Xinya asked, "What do you think is the most difficult part?"

Song Tingye: "First of all, I don't know whether my alma mater refers to primary school, middle school, or high school; secondly, an alma mater is something that doesn't breathe, it's dead, and I can't write heartfelt, emotional words about it."

Song Xinya: "Are you blind? The topic is about my mother, not my alma mater!"

Song Tingye: "Huh?"

Song Xinya tapped the essay title three times with her finger: "Take another look at it, use those big eyes of yours to see clearly, is it my mother or my alma mater!"

Song Tingye pressed his face against the exam paper and examined it closely: "Huh—, it really is my mother!"

Song Xinya was speechless: "How could you get this wrong? Did you see it with your belly button?!"

The Chinese teacher said that Song Tingye was like a god of rambling in ancient Greece, able to go from Greece to India, then around half the globe to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, with such tricky angles that even Dongfeng missiles couldn't catch him.

Song Xinya felt that the Chinese teacher had downplayed the issue.

Song Tingye is the god who can control the topic of going off-topic in the entire universe. He has already left Earth, broken through the solar system, and flown out of the Milky Way. He is wandering around in the universe. The angles he runs at are so tricky that even the speed of light cannot catch up with him. We are watching his butt the whole time!

Song Xinya: "Song Tingye, I really want to ask you, is your intelligence only useful for math and science? The moment you see Chinese, your brain turns into a stick, and you become an idiot!"

Song Tingye sighed deeply: "God opens a door for me, but he must close a window. If I were excellent in everything, would anyone else be left to live?"

Song Xinya: "Copy my mother's name 100 times, or you can forget about eating beef today!"

Upon hearing that beef couldn't be eaten, Song Tingye suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said, "It's okay if I write that my mother is my alma mater. At the end of the essay, I'll just write a sentence: 'I'm an orphan, and my school is my mother!'"

Song Xinya picked up the Chinese textbook from the table, rolled it into a tube, and slammed it down on Song Tingye's head.

"Do you think the graders are idiots who can't tell you went off-topic and then tried to cover it up?"

"That kind of idiot doesn't deserve to eat beef!"

"Copy it 100 times!"

Song Tingye rubbed his head, sat down at the table, and began copying: My mother, my mother, my mother...

Damn! Why is Chinese so difficult?!

.........

Song Xinya and her mother-in-law Jiang Yaoxue had made an appointment to visit the little princess Qin Yuyan.

It's almost time to leave.

At this moment, Qin Yuhe was sitting on the sofa, his head tilted back against the sofa back, his eyes closed.

He looks like he's in a bad mood.

Song Tingye has finished the questions, but Qin Yuhe hasn't.

Song Xinya walked over and sat down next to Qin Yuhe: "Mom is going to see Yanyan today, are you going?"

Qin Yuhe didn't open his eyes and replied, "I'm not going."

Song Xinya stood up: "Okay, then I'm leaving."

Qin Yuhe opened his eyes: "You're going over there?"

Song Xinya: "Yes, we'll have lunch and dinner there, and we'll be back quite late."

Qin Yuhe estimated the time; she would probably be away from home all day and wouldn't be back until around nine o'clock in the evening.

He stood up: "I'll go too."

Didn't he just say he wasn't going?

A fickle man.

Qin Yuhe didn't let the driver drive; instead, he drove Song Xinya himself.

He knew that if he and Song Xinya sat together in the back row, in the enclosed space, with the woman's fragrant and soft body and her delicate and sweet scent, he would feel a desire to enter her again.

This would make it seem like he thinks about that kind of thing all the time.

It's like a lustful madman whose brain is being ravaged by sperm and worms.

He's not the kind of man who only wants to indulge in women's bodies all day long.

He was away on a business trip for a month and didn't see her. They didn't meet, but he was actually fine and didn't think about those kinds of things much.

However, whenever he saw her, his mind would wander uncontrollably, and he would keep thinking about her.

Qin Yuhe felt that he had gone a little crazy.

She is his wife, and he should respect, protect, and care for her.

He didn't want to leave her with the impression that he only saw her for sexual purposes.

Qin Yuhe sat in the driver's seat, trying to distract himself by doing something.

The passenger seat was pulled open, and Song Xinya didn't sit in the spacious and comfortable back seat, but instead sat in the front passenger seat.

"I feel like sitting in the back makes it seem like I'm making you the driver, so I'll sit in the front with you."

The woman exuded a faint fragrance, unlike the strong scent of artificial perfumes. It was like flower petals that had been dried in the sun, soft and clean, making one's heart soften upon getting close.

Qin Yuhe didn't say the three words "sit in the back".

The car's alarm beeped, and he turned to look at Song Xinya: "You're not wearing a seatbelt."

As Song Xinya reached for the seatbelt, Qin Yuhe's tall, muscular body pressed down on her.

"Mrs. Qin, we haven't done it in the car yet..."

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