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

She told herself that since she had accepted the monthly "compensation" of one million, she had a responsibility, both morally and logically, to check on the donor's situation.

Taking a deep breath, Su Qingyao gently pushed open the door, held her breath, and carefully approached the hospital bed.

Wen Yu closed his eyes, his left ankle already wrapped in an ice pack, receiving emergency treatment.

Thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eyelids, and her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she were being tormented by pain even in her dreams.

Her gaze fell on his left ankle.

It was visibly swollen there, with bluish-purple bruises showing through; I wondered if the bone had been injured.

Her gaze shifted back to his tightly furrowed brows, and Su Qingyao unconsciously reached out to smooth out the wrinkles.

For some reason, she didn't want to see him with that expression.

Just as her fingertips were about to touch Wen Yu, his tightly closed peach blossom eyes suddenly opened.

Su Qingyao took a half step back in surprise, her heart pounding in her chest. "You...you're awake?"

A fleeting look of confusion crossed Wen Yu's eyes, which were quickly overwhelmed by a surge of joy, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Baby……"

He spoke, his voice a little hoarse, and tried to sit up, but hissed as a sharp pain shot through his left ankle.

Su Qingyao immediately leaned down and pressed her hand on his shoulder, her voice tense without her even realizing it, "Don't move!"

Wen Yu took the hand that she reached out to him.

His fingers were slightly cold, and Su Qingyao could even feel his slight trembling.

"I'm fine," Wen Yu looked up at her, his gaze softening almost to the point of melting. "It's just a minor injury..."

He paused for a moment, his voice as soft as a whisper in his sleep.

"Baby, am I dreaming?"

Looking at his pale face and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, Su Qingyao's resolve began to waver again.

She pursed her lips. "If it hurts this much, you need to go to the hospital for an X-ray. Your feet are very important when you play sports..."

"Will the baby come with me?"

Wen Yu gripped her hand tightly, his eyes filled with undisguised longing, yet also with a hint of unease and nervousness at the fear of being rejected, as if her answer was of paramount importance to him.

Su Qingyao lowered her eyes, looking at their intertwined fingertips, then raised her gaze to meet his eyes, which were filled with dependence.

After a moment, she nodded slightly.

Seeing that she agreed, Wen Yu placed her hand on his cheek, like a large dog that had finally found its owner, and affectionately rubbed her palm.

"Thank you, baby," he said softly, his voice carrying a gentle sigh.

He raised his eyelashes, his gaze locking onto her with a deep intensity.

"With the baby here, the pain doesn't hurt anymore."

These words made Su Qingyao's heart tighten, and she hurriedly withdrew her hand.

We must not be misled any longer.

Between them, it has always been nothing more than a transaction.

Guard your heart and do your job well.

She repeatedly told herself this in her heart, repeatedly admonishing herself.

She pointed to the corner, "Take a wheelchair, I'll take you to the hospital."

Without waiting for Wen Yu's reaction, she quickly pushed the wheelchair over.

The metal wheels rolled over the ground, making a slight sound.

Wen Yu propped himself up on the edge of the bed, sitting up with some difficulty. He glanced at Su Qingyao, who was clearly avoiding eye contact, then lowered his eyes and said nothing.

He used his good right foot to support himself on the ground, preparing to stand up on one leg and move to the wheelchair.

But in the instant of shifting his weight, his injured left ankle went limp uncontrollably, and he lurched forward violently.

"Be careful!"

Su Qingyao quickly stepped forward, opened her arms and hugged him, the force of the movement causing them both to sway.

Wen Yu instinctively wrapped his arm around her shoulder and back, holding her firmly in front of him to steady himself.

This posture... makes it seem as if she took the initiative to throw herself into his arms.

Su Qingyao's cheek was pressed against the collar of his jersey, which was slightly damp with sweat, and she could clearly feel the warmth of his body and the powerful heartbeat beneath the fabric.

The crisp, cool air, mixed with a faint smell of sweat, enveloped her, making her momentarily forget to move.

Wen Yu lowered his head and looked at Su Qingyao, who was so close to him, her soft black hair revealing a hint of red at the tips of her ears.

He chuckled softly; the restlessness and depression he had been feeling these past few days were easily soothed by an unexpected hug.

It's okay.

As long as the baby is still by his side, everything can be taken slowly.

Su Qingyao realized what was happening and hurriedly tried to let go and back away, but Wen Yu grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair first and used the support to sit down steadily.

He looked up at her, his eyes curving into a gentle arc, as if that brief embrace had truly been an accident.

"Thank goodness the baby was there, otherwise I might have really fallen."

Su Qingyao looked away, but the blush on her ears spread all the way to her neck.

She went around to the back of the wheelchair and said in a muffled voice, "...He's gone."

The car that Wen Yu had called was already parked at the school gate. The driver helped Wen Yu into the car and then settled Su Qingyao in.

The car drove smoothly toward the hospital, and the interior was quiet.

Wen Yu leaned back in the back seat, but his gaze never left her.

His gaze greedily traced Su Qingyao's features, from her slightly pursed lips to her delicate chin, finally settling on her long eyelashes, which were now trembling gently with her breath.

Su Qingyao kept looking out the window and never turned around.

But Wen Yu's shadow was reflected in the glass window, along with his undisguised, burning gaze.

Su Qingyao's fingers, resting on her knees, clenched slightly before she forced herself to relax.

-

The hospital corridor was filled with the cool smell of disinfectant.

After Wen Yu was wheeled into the examination room by the nurse, Su Qingyao sat alone on a bench outside and waited.

The phone screen lit up; it was a message from Zhang Miaoke.

Miao Ke: "Yao Yao, how's Wen Shao? Is it serious?"

She typed with her head down: "The doctor ordered tests, but it's still unclear whether any bones are injured."

Miao Ke: "Hmm, I hope everything's alright~ I remember Young Master Wen was very physically strong, how come he suddenly..."

Miao Ke: "The school forums are in complete chaos, with both departments arguing back and forth. Senior Chen has always had excellent sportsmanship; he's never hurt anyone while playing. How could such an accident happen today? It's a complete mess..."

Zhang Miaoke rambled on and on, then sent a facepalm emoji at the end.

Su Qingyao paused for a moment.

She had dealt with Chen Hang a few times. Chen Hang did have a clean playing style, but the bruise on Wen Yu's foot was a real one.

...Perhaps it really was just an accident.

Just as she was lost in thought, the nurse's voice interrupted her.

"Miss Su, Mr. Wen invites you in."

In the examination room, the doctor was carefully examining the newly printed X-ray films.

"Mild to moderate sprain of the lateral ligament of the ankle joint. The bone is not seriously damaged, but an ankle brace is needed for immobilization."

He pushed up his glasses and turned his gaze to Su Qingyao.

"Family members need to take extra care during this period. He must rest for the next two weeks. He cannot walk on his left leg and will need to use a wheelchair or crutches to move around. Remember to help him move his ankle every day, and apply ice and gentle pressure in small amounts and frequently."

He paused, then added, "I'll prescribe some more topical and oral medications; be sure to use them on time."

After the doctor finished explaining, Su Qingyao spoke softly.

Will it affect my future playing style?

"If taken care of properly and recovery goes well, there shouldn't be any lasting effects. However, this area is prone to re-injury in the future. Remember to come for a follow-up check-up in a week, and we'll develop a further training plan based on your recovery progress."

Su Qingyao nodded and reached out to take the prescription.

"I'll go get the medicine," she said to Wen Yu. "You sit and wait for the doctor to put the brace on you."

Watching her turn and walk towards the pharmacy, Wen Yu leaned back in his chair in the waiting area, a soft look in his eyes.

Then, it transformed into unfathomable darkness and greed.

Such a wonderful baby...

It can only belong to him alone.

It belongs to him alone.

It's all his.