Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 148 - 148 148 You're Moved Huh

148: Chapter 148: You’re Moved, Huh?

148: Chapter 148: You’re Moved, Huh?

“I’ve been walking around all afternoon, but at least the kindergarten is settled, and it’s not far from my company, so I can take the little guy with me to work.” Song Yuwei said lazily.

“Daddy, there are so many kids in the kindergarten.

I really like it!” The little guy, hearing about the kindergarten, said happily.

Qin Han smiled and nodded, letting Doudou play for a while, and focused on massaging Song Yuwei.

After a moment, seeing that Song Yuwei’s eyes were starting to close, Qin Han stopped.

Seeing that Song Yuwei was really tired today, Qin Han then called over Number 3 and told him to keep an eye out and let those two fools off work when they returned.

Then he took Song Yuwei and Doudou home together.

Passing by the market, Qin Han asked mother and daughter to stay in the car, while he went to the market to buy some vegetables.

Watching Qin Han picking vegetables at the market stall, a sweet feeling inexplicably sprouted in Song Yuwei’s heart.

Outside, he was the Divine Doctor, the Martial Arts Grandmaster, the esteemed Mr.

Qin that many influential people sought to please, but at home, he was always a husband, a father.

Hugging the little guy tighter in her arms, Song Yuwei felt she was the happiest person in the whole world.

Qin Han quickly returned to the car and said as he got in, “Today, Chef Qin will show off his skills for you two.”

After getting home, Qin Han rejected Song Yuwei’s offer to help wash the vegetables, telling her to lie down on the sofa instead, then he went into the kitchen.

It wasn’t long before the smell of delicious cooking wafted from the kitchen.

The little guy sniffed and said to Song Yuwei, “Mommy, it smells so good, just like what they make in restaurants.”

Song Yuwei smiled and patted the little guy’s hair, saying, “Isn’t Daddy amazing?”

“Amazing!”

In no time, Qin Han brought four steaming dishes to the table, followed by a soup.

After the three of them sat down, Qin Han said with a smile, “Four dishes and one soup, the national standard!”

As the little guy ate the spicy boiled fish Qin Han had made, he mumbled unclearly, “Good…

ouch, delicious.”

After dinner, Qin Han had everything tidied up, and Song Yuwei had already put Doudou to sleep.

He gestured for Song Yuwei to come out and sit on the sofa.

Song Yuwei, not knowing what to expect, looked at Qin Han, thinking he had something to discuss, but as soon as she settled down, she found Qin Han suddenly lifting her small foot onto his knee.

“Ah, what…

what are you doing?” Song Yuwei said, her face blushing slightly.

Before Song Yuwei could react, her sock was already removed by Qin Han, and a delicate little foot was suddenly exposed in front of him.

Qin Han stared at the small and tender foot, as white as milk, as pure as white jade, just like a freshly peeled egg, and couldn’t help but be somewhat transfixed.

“What…

what are you looking at?” Song Yuwei said coquettishly.

Since their marriage, the two had never been this ‘intimate,’ and Song Yuwei was made shy by Qin Han’s dazed look.

Qin Han smiled, gently took off Song Yuwei’s sock, and said, “You’ve been wearing high heels all day, you must be exhausted.

Let me give your feet a massage, otherwise, they will hurt tomorrow.”

“No…

there’s no need, what kind of man massages a woman’s feet,” Song Yuwei protested, her face red as a ripe apple, struggling to retrieve her foot.

Seeing Song Yuwei’s embarrassed and coy demeanor, Qin Han laughed and said, “What era are we in?

Isn’t it normal for a man to massage a woman?”

Although Song Yuwei lived in this complex society, she was a very traditional and conservative woman, not like those pseudo feminists who spent their days thinking about how to train their husbands to serve them.

“But…

but I haven’t washed my feet yet, I’ll go wash them,” Song Yuwei struggled to get up, but Qin Han held her down.

“Wait here for me,” Qin Han said softly, then got up and went to the bathroom.

Song Yuwei watched Qin Han’s retreating back and secretly thought, “He couldn’t be going to prepare the foot bath for me, could he?”

Two minutes later, Qin Han returned with a basin of steaming foot bath water, came to Song Yuwei, without a word, he took off the sock on her other foot and placed both of her delicate feet into the water.

Feeling the temperature of the water and Qin Han’s hands holding her feet, Song Yuwei’s face turned red again, as if about to drip blood.

The swelling in her feet subsided with the soak in the hot water, giving Song Yuwei an indescribable sense of relief, so much so that she almost cried out in comfort.

A moment later, Qin Han had patted Song Yuwei’s feet dry and gently began massaging the various points on the soles of her feet.

Qin Han’s hands were very delicate, devoid of the roughness typical of men’s palms, and it felt very comfortable to Song Yuwei; plus, as Qin Han changed pressure points, the fatigue from walking all day just evaporated.

By the time Qin Han had finished massaging both feet, Song Yuwei felt as if she were riding clouds and flying through mist, and looking at Qin Han’s back as he went to empty the foot bath water, she felt overwhelmed with emotion—this man truly spoiled her too much.

Qin Han quickly returned to the sofa and smiled, “How does it feel, better?”

“Mmm…

very comfortable,” Song Yuwei said with blushing cheeks, her heart felt like dozens of little deer were prancing around during Qin Han’s massage.

“Why are you so good to me?” Song Yuwei asked innocently.

Qin Han, looking at Song Yuwei’s adorable face at that moment, smiled and said, “You’re my wife, why do I need a reason to be good to you?”

“Besides, haven’t I always said?

I want to always treat you well…” Before Qin Han could finish, Song Yuwei’s red lips curved up slightly and suddenly pressed against Qin Han’s face.

This time it was Song Yuwei who initiated the kiss with Qin Han, the two embraced passionately as they sat on the sofa.

It wasn’t the volume of Qin Han’s efforts that touched Song Yuwei so deeply, but rather that he always kept her in his thoughts, and although he seemed indifferent most of the time, he was meticulous about everything from company matters to product issues, down to whether she was tired, each detail laced with his care.

Always surprising you silently, if you weren’t constantly in his heart, how could it be so?

At this moment, Song Yuwei felt that having Qin Han as her man was the greatest blessing heaven could bestow upon her.

Not divorcing Qin Han over these three years was the most correct decision she had made in her life.

As you sow, so shall you reap; Song Yuwei endured Qin Han for three years to repay the kindness of the Song family, and after those three years, when Qin Han, the prodigal, returned, he gave her tenderness she never expected.

After the kiss, Song Yuwei’s cheeks were a flushed red, her breathing slightly hurried, and her bright, beautiful eyes carried a gentle, watery affection as she stared dreamily at the calm face before her.

“Yu Wei, you’re moved, aren’t you?” Qin Han said with a smile.

Song Yuwei’s face turned even redder in an instant, and she looked shyly at Qin Han and chided, “I’m going to kill you…”

“Mmm!”

Before she could finish her sentence, Qin Han’s mouth sealed hers, and just as the two were lost in their fervor, on the verge of progressing to what should naturally follow, a voice suddenly rang out.

“Mommy… Mommy… Waaah!” The little one’s crying instantly filled the room.