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

Chapter 80: Putting the Wife First

It turns out that the Chanel women's suit was bought by Qin Yuhe for Qin Yuyan.

The brother and sister grew up together, bound by blood, so it's perfectly reasonable for him to buy her a dress.

Song Xinya wasn't that narrow-minded, so naturally she wouldn't hold such a grudge.

What's more, he bought her a dress that cost 180,000 yuan, while he bought Qin Yuyan a dress that cost 80,000 yuan.

No one can find fault with this practice of putting his wife first.

Remembering her earlier jealousy, Song Xinya lowered her head, fidgeting with her fingers and looking down at her toes, too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

A tingling, numbing pain shot through her earlobe as he bit and nibbled at her delicate skin with his teeth, his tongue teasing and licking her earlobe.

"Mrs. Qin, are you feeling guilty?"

Song Xinya didn't deny it, but she also had something to say: "If you had told me from the beginning that this outfit was for Yan Yan, I wouldn't have thought about all this nonsense."

Qin Yuhe: "If I say it in advance, you won't see Mrs. Qin's jealous side."

He also enjoyed seeing her jealous.

What kind of quirks/hobbies?

Song Xinya was still thinking about the embarrassing thing that had just happened to her; even fairies care about their image.

She gave him an example: "For instance, if you found a man's shirt in my room that wasn't your size, what would you think?"

Qin Yuhe: "I don't want to think about that kind of assumption."

Song Xinya: "Why?"

Qin Yuhe: "Because I would be unhappy."

Song Xinya smiled and said, "I'm just telling you a hypothetical scenario; it's not something that will actually happen."

Qin Yuhe: "Then I'm not happy either."

Just thinking about this hypothetical scenario made him feel uneasy.

Why does his wife keep other men's clothes in her room?

Song Xinya: "What if I have my younger brother Xiaoye's clothes in my room?"

Qin Yuhe: "I'm still not happy."

His tone was firm: "You are not allowed to release it."

Song Xinya: "I even allow you to keep Yan Yan's clothes in your room, Mr. Qin, aren't you being a bit too domineering?"

Qin Yuhe's deep, magnetic voice swelled as he said, "When you make demands of others, you must first make demands of yourself. Everyone is a mirror for each other. The premise of what I ask of you is that I will also do it, so—"

"Mrs. Qin, from now on, I will not keep any woman's clothes other than yours in my room."

and so--

Her room cannot contain any man's clothes other than his.

He refused to budge an inch.

.........

On the first floor, Jiang Yaoxue took the freshly baked honey cakes out of the oven.

The honey cupcakes are plump and round, with a golden-brown, caramelized crust. The sweet aroma of honey mixed with the fragrance of eggs is irresistible and easily whets the appetite.

Qin Yuyan rubbed her hands together, eager to taste the delicious treat. Pointing to the small cake in the middle, she said, "Mommy, I want to eat the biggest one."

Jiang Yaoxue: "Wait for your brother and sister-in-law to come down, then we'll eat together."

Qin Yuyan: "Can't I eat one first? I'll just eat one first."

Jiang Yaoxue: "According to the Qin family's rules, no one can start eating until your brother arrives."

Qin Yuyan's eyes were clear: "I won't use chopsticks, I'll eat with my hands."

Jiang Yaoxue: "You can't eat it even if you hold it in your hands, that's the rule."

Qin Yuyan reached out her little hand, grabbed a small cake, and took a big bite: "This is breaking the rules."

Jiang Yaoxue watched her daughter eat with a satisfied and happy expression. She had originally wanted to teach her to behave, but then decided to say nothing and not affect her daughter's appetite.

Jiang Yaoxue glanced at the spiral staircase: "It's almost dinner time, what are your brother and sister-in-law doing upstairs all of a sudden?"

Qin Yuyan: "Brother said he'd take sister-in-law upstairs to sleep."

Jiang Yaoxue was taken aback.

Qin Yuyan: "Why aren't my brother and sister-in-law coming down yet? I'll go upstairs and call them."

Jiang Yaoxue grabbed her arm: "Don't go, you can't go."

Qin Yuyan asked, puzzled, "Mom, why can't I go?"

While the child was innocent and naive, Jiang Yaoxue couldn't help but consider another possibility.

Newlyweds always have boundless energy.

The "sleep" that Qin Yuhe talks about and the "sleep" that Qin Yuyan talks about may not mean the same thing.

Jiang Yaoxue was worried that Qin Yuyan would disturb Qin Yuhe's good time, and also worried that the young girl might see something she shouldn't.

Jiang Yaoxue: "Your brother and sister-in-law are probably sleeping or resting."

Qin Yuyan: "I can just wake them up."

She observed Jiang Yaoxue's expression: "Mom, why are you so nervous? My brother and sister-in-law are just going upstairs to take a nap, what's there to be so nervous about?"

Jiang Yaoxue: "Why don't you have another cake?"

Qin Yuyan instantly forgot about the idea of ​​finding her brother and sister-in-law: "Okay, okay."

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the steps rang out, mixed with the sound of high heels clicking on the ground.

Qin Yuyan wiped her mouth and looked at the two people on the spiral staircase: "Brother, sister-in-law, you're down here. Mom and I have been waiting for you to eat honey cakes. Even though I was so hungry, I managed to resist taking a single bite."

Qin Yuhe glanced at her: "Wipe the cake crumbs off your mouth before you speak."

Qin Yuyan: "...Oh, okay."

Jiang Yaoxue walked over carrying a plate of small cakes: "Ya Ya, come and try Mom's cooking."

She looked at Qin Yuhe next to Song Xinya, her eyes filled with a mixture of emotions, including expectation, guilt, and caution.

"Hehe, I remember you especially loved eating honey cupcakes when you were little."

She picked up a small cake and handed it to him.

Qin Yuhe looked down at the small cake in Jiang Yaoxue's hand. He did like to eat it when he was a child and always longed to eat the one she made herself, but he never got to. Now, he no longer likes to eat small cakes.

Jiang Yaoxue's hand was outstretched in mid-air, and the expectation in her eyes was gradually extinguished like a burning flame.

She pulled her hand, which was holding the small cake, back.

A force caught Song Xinya's drooping hand, and she took the small cake from Jiang Yaoxue's hand.

"Thank you, Mom, for baking these little cakes so carefully. They look absolutely delicious."

Song Xinya handed the small cake to Qin Yuhe: "Want to eat together?"

Qin Yuhe's gaze slowly swept across her face, landing on the small cake, and he reached out to take it.

"it is good."

Song Xinya took a bite of the honey cake: "My mother's cooking is excellent, Mr. Qin, you think so too, right?"

Qin Yuhe looked at her lips, which were glistening with honey, and his appetite suddenly returned. He hadn't intended to eat, so he took a bite of the small cake and replied, "Yes."

Song Xinya smiled warmly at Jiang Yaoxue.

Jiang Yaoxue looked back at her, her smile revealing gratitude.

Although there are maids to cook at home, Jiang Yaoxue still insists on cooking herself for her three children.

As children grow up, they all have their own lives and work to do. Even if parents miss them a lot, they often don't dare to bother them for fear of affecting their work.

Every bowl of food we eat is one less to eat; every meeting with someone we have is one less to meet.

Often, life is a process of subtraction, and the future is not guaranteed.

Jiang Yaoxue has lived most of her life, and she already lacked companionship during her children's upbringing. Now that they finally meet, she wants to make up for it.

Before she got married, she was a girl who was pampered by her parents and never had to lift a finger.

Jiang Yaoxue was busy in the kitchen when Qin Yuyan stood beside her and said, "Mom, I want to help you."

Jiang Yaoxue looked at Qin Yuyan with affection: "Our little princess can't do anything, how can she help her mother?"

Qin Yuyan: "I can help Mom wash the vegetables."

She pointed to a bunch of green vegetables in the pool with her fair fingers and said, "I recognize this vegetable. It's called spinach. Not only are the leaves edible, but the roots are too."

Qin Yuhe came to the kitchen to get some soda water and glanced at the sink: "The roots of this vegetable are inedible."

Qin Yuyan took out her phone and opened an app: "Doubao, Doubao, tell my brother quickly and loudly, is it okay to eat the roots of spinach?"

A gentle female voice replied, "Of course you can eat spinach roots, and they're quite delicious and nutritious!"

Qin Yuyan looked at Qin Yuhe with a smug expression: "Brother, did you hear that? Doubao said that the roots of spinach are edible."

Qin Yuhe scoffed: "Is it possible that it wasn't spinach, but celery?"

Qin Yuyan stood there, stunned.

Undeterred, she pulled out her phone again: "Doubao, Doubao, tell me quickly what kind of dish this is."

Doubao: "This one's celery!"