Su Xiaoli snatched the thing away and carefully placed it back in her backpack. "What, do I need to report to you whenever my husband and I get intimate?"
Qin Yihan's thin lips quirked slightly, "I'm just curious. After marrying a vegetable, do you really plan to remain celibate your whole life?"
He raised his eyebrows toward the backpack in her hand, "Or…"
"Plan to sneakily do something else?"
Every word from the man made Su Xiaoli uncomfortable.
She frowned and glared fiercely at him, "Although it's useless to explain anything to you."
"I still need to say it."
The girl's gaze was cold and resolute, "Since I chose to marry Qin Yihan, I will be Qin Yihan's for life."
"Whether I remain celibate or not is none of other people's business; ours is a pure marital relationship."
"You think everyone is like you, thinking with their lower half?"
A pure marital relationship?
Qin Yihan narrowed his eyes, his voice slightly cold, "The real question is whether I think with my lower half, or if it's little sister-in-law whose thoughts are impure?"
If he hadn't seen this backpack full of adult-only items, he would really have thought this woman was as naive and simple as her appearance suggested, as innocent as a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl.
Yet, just two days after getting married, today she came with a backpack full of condoms to meet her husband's younger brother. How could anyone not think otherwise?
Su Xiaoli gasped in shock.
Is this man sick or what?
She was just trying to make money with Tang Luoluo. She hadn't stolen, robbed, or sold her body. How were her thoughts impure?
Moreover…
"On the third day of my brother's wedding, Qin Zimo has no right to call others impure for arranging to meet his sister-in-law in a hotel," she retorted.
She grabbed her backpack and turned around, "Qin Zimo, out of respect for you as my husband's half-brother, I won't speak of today's incident."
"But if you dare covet my beauty again, I'll tell Grandpa!"
With that, the woman strode off.
As Su Xiaoli's hand reached for the doorknob, the man behind her chuckled quietly.
"Covet your beauty?"
His voice was laden with sarcasm, "Little sister-in-law might be a bit too confident."
Su Xiaoli raised an eyebrow, turned back in anger, and stared at him, "Are you implying otherwise?"
The man's deep, unfathomable eyes watched her silently.
That gaze seemed to penetrate all of Su Xiaoli's disguises, seeking to see through her soul.
She felt extremely uncomfortable under his scrutiny.
The woman turned her face away, unable to meet his eyes, "If that's not what you mean, why arrange to meet me in a hotel?"
Qin Yihan casually rested his hands on the back of the sofa, his lips curving in an almost smile, "Just because we're meeting in a hotel, does it have to be for that reason?"
"Is it I who thinks with the lower half, or is it you?"
Su Xiaoli's face paled.
She bit her lip, about to say something, when the man with the Silver Falcon Mask elegantly gestured towards the kitchen.
"The fridge is stocked with prepared chicken and various ingredients."
In the woman's stunned gaze, the man spoke leisurely, "I feel like having chicken soup."
He'd been craving her chicken soup for two days now.
From yesterday until today, Aunt Feng had made over a dozen pots of chicken soup.
None of them tasted like hers.
That's why he'd resorted to such a scheme.
Su Xiaoli almost thought she'd heard him wrong.
Confusion written all over the delicate features of the young girl's face, "You asked me to come over… to make you chicken soup?"
Qin Yihan elegantly picked up a newspaper to read, "What else?"
"Surely little sister-in-law didn't really think…"
He lifted those sharp eyes, glancing at her over the newspaper, "that I would covet your non-existent beauty?"
Su Xiaoli: "…"
She gave him a cold glance, this man was truly despicable.
Why did he have to belittle her appearance?
However, her heart, which had been hanging since she entered, finally settled down.
After placing her backpack on the sofa, she took off her coat, rolled up her sleeves without any fuss, and put on an apron to enter the kitchen.
After putting the ingredients in the pot, Su Xiaoli glanced at the man in the living room with the corner of her eye while tending to the casserole.
He still wore the Silver Falcon Mask, exuding a noble and aloof demeanor of a king.
She sighed as a warning she had received before her marriage echoed in her ears:
"After you join the Qin Family, the person you should be most cautious of is Qin Yihan's half-brother from a different mother, Qin Zimo."
"When he was brought back to the Qin Family, he faced isolation and targeting from the entire clan, with only Qin Yihan truly treating him well."
"But after lying low for many years, the first thing he did was plot Qin Yihan's car accident, resulting in him becoming vegetative."
"If he could be so ruthless to Qin Yihan, it's hard to imagine how cruel he could be to others..."
…
Su Xiaoli shuddered.
This man was too dangerous.
An hour later, Su Xiaoli carried out chicken soup from the kitchen.
"Tonight's Qin Family meeting, the main topic of discussion will be how to divide the assets under Qin Yihan's name."
"Mhm, everyone in the Qin Family must attend."
In the living room, the man's deep and stern voice came intermittently.
Su Xiaoli's body paused slightly.
Her husband wasn't dead, he had just become vegetative...
Were the Qin Family members already discussing how to divide his assets?
Seeing her place the chicken soup on the dining table, the man sitting on the sofa stood up and walked over.
"The location is at the old Qin house, and the time is nine o'clock tonight."
After he finished his last sentence, he put away his phone.
Only when he elegantly sat down in the chair did he notice that Su Xiaoli was still standing there rigidly, her smiling face pale.
The man glanced at her indifferently, "Spoon."
Su Xiaoli finally came to her senses.
She hurriedly brought out a porcelain bowl and spoon from the kitchen and handed them to him.
He could finally taste the chicken soup she had made.
Qin Yihan lowered his head and took a gentle sip.
The flavor was delicate and the aroma rich.
It was a taste he had never experienced before.
Compared with her chicken soup, Auntie Feng's were nothing but make-dos.
The man looked up at her with a better mood in his eyes.
The petite woman in front of him still stood there with a ghostly pale face.
He raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong?"
Su Xiaoli hesitated for a long time and finally couldn't hold back, "You just said…"
"Tonight's Qin Family meeting… All members of the Qin Family have to attend, right?"
The man sipped his soup, humming indifferently.
The petite woman took a deep breath and clenched her fists at her sides, "I married Qin Yihan two days ago, so I'm part of the Qin Family too, right?"
"Can I attend tonight's meeting?"
Qin Yihan's spoon-holding hand paused slightly.
He looked up, his gaze indifferent, "Do you want to attend?"
"Mhm!"
Su Xiaoli nodded, her eyes filled with stubbornness and seriousness, "I want to see."
"How you all divide my husband's assets."