The baby slapped me, and I said, "Sit on my lap and slap me."

Wen Yu's arm stiffened for a moment before he finally regained feeling, tightening his grip and pressing Su Qingyao's trembling body tightly into his arms.

He lowered his head, his chin resting on the top of her wet hair, and closed his eyes.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, moisture, and dry powder emanating from her.

He couldn't utter a single word.

My throat felt like it was blocked by a hot, hard lump, my eyes burned painfully, and tears streamed down my face the next second.

The rage, panic, and lingering fear that had been suppressed all along finally found an outlet.

His lips pressed against her cold hair, his voice hoarse and broken, the words trembling and repeating over and over:

"I'm sorry... baby, I'm so sorry..."

"It's my fault... I'm late... It's all my fault..."

With each word he spoke, he tightened his arms around her, a gesture to confirm that she was still in his embrace and not in danger.

Su Qingyao cried uncontrollably in his arms, her tears mingling with the water on her face, soaking his clothes.

But as she cried, the effects of the medicine in her body began to surge again.

The heat that was briefly suppressed by the cold water, like a dormant volcano, surged back up even more fiercely under the protection of a sense of security.

She began to fidget restlessly, her burning cheeks unconsciously rubbing against his neck, her breathing becoming rapid and hot.

"Hmm... Wen Yu..."

She murmured indistinctly, her lips landing on the skin of his neck, filled with unbearable heat, and began to nibble haphazardly.

His tongue licked, and his teeth gently tapped against his Adam's apple, like a small animal trapped in the heat and unable to find a way out.

Wen Yu's body suddenly tensed up.

His hands, which were gripping her back, trembled slightly as a surge of anger and lingering fear welled up inside him.

What kind of filthy stuff did Song Yunyan use on her?!

He raised his head, his gaze like a poisoned icy blade, shooting towards Song Yunyan, who was being held down on the ground by the bodyguards and was barely recognizable as a human.

Wen Yu's gaze darkened, and the murderous intent surging within it almost materialized.

He instructed Qin Yue, who was waiting beside him, word by word, "Lock him in the basement."

He curled his lips into a cruel, bloodthirsty smile. "Treat them well; after all, no one has been there in a long time."

Qin Yue lowered his head and replied in a deep voice, "Yes, young master."

With a wave of his hand, several bodyguards dragged Song Yunyan away expressionlessly, as if he were dragging away a bag of dirty garbage.

Wen Yu stopped looking at him; his immediate priority was his baby.

He steadily lifted the increasingly restless Su Qingyao into his arms and carried her horizontally.

Su Qingyao was unhappy about being confined like this, and her fingers scratched at his clothes randomly. Her wet lips lingered on his chin and neck, leaving wet marks.

Wen Yu strode toward the sports car whose engine was still not completely cooled down.

As I carefully placed her in the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt, she still tried to move closer to me.

Wen Yu held her down with one hand, and with the other hand quickly started the car. The black sports car sped towards the Wen family villa.

Along the way, Su Qingyao's rationality was almost completely burned away by the effects of the drug.

She kept trying to unbuckle her seatbelt and inch closer to the driver's seat, her hands clumsily but persistently trying to touch him.

Wen Yu's jawline was taut, and he gripped the steering wheel firmly with one hand. While ensuring safety, he repeatedly used one hand or his arm to push away her overly close movements, coaxing her in a low voice, "Sweetheart, baby, just a little longer, we'll be home soon."

His voice was hoarse, sweat beaded on his forehead, and the unconscious teasing of the person in his arms ignited a restlessness within him.

Half an hour later, when they finally arrived at the villa, Su Qingyao was completely under the influence of the drug. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused, and she instinctively clung to Wen Yu, making muffled sobs.

Wen Yu wrapped her in his coat, carried her, and rushed into the brightly lit villa.

The private doctor and nurse were already waiting in the living room and immediately went to greet them.

Wen Yu carefully placed Su Qingyao on the spacious sofa in the living room, and she immediately wrapped herself around him like a vine.

The doctor quickly stepped forward to examine the patient, opening up the eyelids, measuring the pulse and temperature, and then drawing blood for testing.

A moment later, the doctor frowned deeply and looked grave as he looked at the blood test results.

"Young Master," he said in a low, serious voice.

"What Ms. Qingyao was given wasn't an ordinary aphrodisiac; it was more like... a potent aphrodisiac used in certain underground establishments to deal with unruly women. It was extremely strong and had a high degree of addictiveness and side effects."

Wen Yu's heart sank suddenly, his fists clenched tightly at his sides, his knuckles turning white.

"Where's the antidote?" His voice was taut like a fully drawn bowstring.

"I can try to formulate relief and antidotes, but that will require time to analyze the specific ingredients."

The doctor frowned and glanced worriedly at Su Qingyao, who was writhing in pain on the sofa.

"Given Miss Qingyao's current condition, her body and consciousness... probably can't wait that long. The medication has already taken full effect, and forcibly suppressing or delaying it could lead to high fever, excessive strain on her organs, or even nerve damage."

He paused, looked at Wen Yu, and gave the most direct advice, "Young Master, the fastest and safest antidote is you."

Wen Yu's eyes instantly darkened to a frightening degree.

The murderous intent he felt towards Song Yunyan swelled to its peak at this moment, almost bursting out of his body.

That piece of trash!

But he quickly forced himself to calm down and looked back at Su Qingyao's small face, which was flushed red and covered with tears.

She was just splashed with cold water and then got a fright...

"She caught a chill and is very weak."

Wen Yu's voice was hoarse from suppressed emotion, "In this state... I'm worried she won't be able to handle it."

The doctor immediately understood his concerns and nodded, saying, "We can first give Miss Qingyao an injection of a supportive drug to enhance her immunity and resistance, stabilize her basic physiological indicators, and provide some protection. This will minimize the potential impact on her body later on."

Wen Yu nodded.

The doctor prepared the medication efficiently and, with the nurse's assistance, quickly administered an intravenous injection to Su Qingyao.

The medicine took effect quickly, and Su Qingyao's originally rapid and uneasy breathing calmed down a little, but the flush and trembling on her body did not subside, and her eyes were still dazed, searching for Wen Yu's direction with longing.

"Young master, it's ready now."

The doctor stepped back. "I'll prepare the neutralizing agent as soon as possible, until then..."

What he left unsaid, they both understood.

"When is it considered a successful detoxification?"

Wen Yu asked, his gaze never leaving Su Qingyao.

"Once Miss Qingyao has fully regained consciousness, can clearly recognize people, and her body no longer exhibits uncontrollable cravings, it means that the drug has been largely metabolized or suppressed."

The doctor cautioned, "But afterwards, she may experience weakness and mood swings for a period of time, requiring close observation and care."

Wen Yu said no more, bent down, and carefully picked up Su Qingyao again.

She immediately snuggled closer, her burning cheeks pressed against his slightly cool neck, letting out a sigh of satisfaction mixed with discomfort.

He carried her, step by step, steadily walking towards the master bedroom on the second floor.

The door closed gently behind me, shutting out all the noise, danger, and unpleasantness.