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

The next afternoon, Wenyu's car was parked downstairs at the dormitory building on time.

Su Qingyao, wearing a pale yellow dress, went downstairs, opened the car door, and got in.

"Baby, you look so beautiful today." He sat in his wheelchair, turned his head and smiled slightly at her.

Sunlight streamed through the car window, falling on his gray hair and creating a soft, golden halo around it, softening his usually cold features.

Su Qingyao's cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked away a little. "I just wore something casually."

Miao Ke once said that you should dress nicely when you see a patient.

She didn't have many clothes to begin with, so she specifically chose this brightly colored, soft-textured dress.

"Baby looks like a fairy no matter what she wears."

Wen Yu's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, a dark glint flashed in his eyes, and he suppressed the urge to hold her tightly.

He subtly adjusted his posture, concealing the subtle reaction rising within his body.

He then handed over an exquisite dessert box, saying, "I bought this on the way; it's your favorite taro mille-feuille."

Su Qingyao took the box, her fingertips touching the cool packaging.

She remembered the shop; it was in the south of the city, far from the school, and there was no way it was on her way.

He went to buy it specifically for that purpose.

Thinking of this, Su Qingyao's heart softened a bit, and the atmosphere in the car on the way to his place was much more relaxed than the night before.

The car quickly drove into an upscale residential area and eventually stopped in front of one of the buildings.

After the driver pushed Wen Yu to the door, he drove away, and Su Qingyao naturally took the wheelchair pusher.

"Which floor?" she asked softly.

"12th floor, room 1202, the password is 111202."

Su Qingyao paused slightly as she pushed the wheelchair.

December 1202nd is her birthday.

Wen Yu's residence was much simpler than Su Qingyao had imagined.

The living room is spacious and bright, with a soft color scheme of warm white and natural wood tones. There are no ostentatious decorations, making it nothing like the luxurious residence of a wealthy young man that is often rumored to exist.

"Baby, how are you feeling?"

Wen Yu turned his head, his gaze fixed on her face, a hint of barely perceptible expectation in his eyes. "Do you like it?"

Su Qingyao nodded gently, her tone sincere, "It looks very comfortable and warm."

A flicker of joy crossed Wen Yu's eyes.

He meticulously planned and arranged every detail of the apartment according to the baby's preferences.

This will be their residence, and their "home" for the four years of university.

Su Qingyao pushed her wheelchair through the entrance hall, and everything in sight was clean and bright.

The living room was free of clutter, and the books on the bookshelf were arranged meticulously by color scheme. Even the remote control on the coffee table was placed neatly in the center of the tray.

It's too orderly, so orderly that it doesn't look like anyone lives there permanently.

"Are you usually alone here?" she asked softly.

"Hmm." Wen Yu gestured for her to move him to the sofa. "I don't like being disturbed."

Su Qingyao helped him carefully sit down on the sofa, but Wen Yu took the opportunity to grab her wrist and gently pulled her down to sit next to him.

"Baby," he turned his head, so close he could see every trembling eyelash, "thank you for coming."

His warm breath brushed against her earlobe, and Su Qingyao instinctively shrank back, but he firmly held her waist with his other hand.

"Wenyu..."

"Just for a little while," he said, gently resting his chin on her shoulder, his voice low and husky, pleading, "just for a little while."

His body temperature emanated through the thin fabric of his clothes, mixed with a clean and refreshing scent.

Su Qingyao's body stiffened for a moment, but she ultimately did not push him away.

She could feel his breath on the side of her neck, warm and with a restrained tremor.

After more than ten minutes, Wen Yu finally released her, his eyes regaining their usual gentle smile.

A faint blush rose to Su Qingyao's face. She turned her head and cleared her throat. "Where's the first-aid kit?"

Wen Yu pointed under the coffee table, "Thank you for your help, baby."

Su Qingyao nodded and got up to get the medicine box.

I was slightly taken aback when I opened it. The medicines inside were neatly arranged, each with a clear handwritten label that neatly indicated its purpose and expiration date, making it easy to understand at a glance.

"Did you organize this yourself?"

"Yes," Wen Yu leaned back on the sofa, his gaze fixed on her, "that way, when the baby helps me, she won't take the wrong thing."

He paused for a moment, then spoke very softly, "I don't want the baby to suffer."

After saying that, he tried to lift his injured left foot himself and awkwardly tried to remove the brace straps.

Su Qingyao immediately pressed his hand down, "Don't move, I'll do it."

She carefully removed the brace and layers of bandages, and her brows furrowed immediately when she saw the wound, which was even more swollen and purplish than yesterday.

"How come it's gotten worse? You didn't change the dressing or apply ice last night?"

Wen Yu's eyes darted around, his voice lowered, and he stammered, "I... I was thinking the baby was coming today, so..."

"So you're just going to let it go?"

Su Qingyao's tone unusually carried anger, "Don't you want this foot anymore?"

"Yes..." He lowered his eyes, his voice so low it was almost inaudible.

of course yes.

How can you let his precious baby stay in bed...?

"Then why aren't you doing anything?!"

Wen Yu raised his face and gave her an innocent yet ingratiating smile.

"I was wrong, baby... I just don't like being touched by others."

He paused, then gently enveloped her with his gaze, "Except for the baby."

Su Qingyao glared at him irritably, then turned and went to the refrigerator to get an ice pack.

When she returned, she had calmed down and gently wiped the edges of the wound before carefully applying an ice pack.

The moment the skin was touched, Wen Yu hissed softly.

Su Qingyao stopped immediately, looking up anxiously, "Does it hurt?"

Looking at her anxious and concerned expression, Wen Yu felt his heart soften and burn as if it had been soaked in warm water.

He smiled and shook his head, his voice softening, "It doesn't hurt."

Su Qingyao deliberately pressed the ice pack down harder, clearly annoyed.

"Ouch—!" Wen Yu winced in pain this time.

"Does it hurt now?" she asked.

Wen Yu looked up at her with a pitiful expression, his voice drawn out softly.

"Baby...you're murdering your husband."

Su Qingyao's ears burned, and she turned her face away. "It's not even close to happening yet, you're dreaming."

She ignored him and just stared at the ice pack, gently adjusting its angle every few minutes to reduce swelling without frostbite her skin.

Half an hour later, she removed the ice pack and began applying the medicine as instructed by the doctor. With her fingertips moistened by the cool ointment, she gently massaged it onto the wound.

Su Qingyao moved very gently, as if handling fragile porcelain.

Wen Yu stared quietly at her lowered eyelashes and slightly pursed lips. Sunlight streamed in from the window, gilding her entire body with a fuzzy golden edge.

The scene was so beautiful, it felt like it would disappear in the next second.

His heart suddenly tightened, and a near-overwhelming panic washed over him.

"Baby."

"Um?"

His voice was soft, with a cautious, tentative tone.

"When I went to see Shubai and Zhaoyue last time...were you unhappy? If there was anything I did wrong, you can tell me."

Su Qingyao paused in her movements.

She looked up and met his eyes.

Those peach blossom eyes were filled with emotions she couldn't understand: concern, tension, and a hint of... fear?

She recalled Wen Yu's meticulous care over the past ten days, and the words Zhang Miaoke had spoken to her.

After a moment of silence, she asked softly, "Are my feelings... important to you?"

"certainly."

Wen Yu answered without the slightest hesitation, his gaze fixed intently on her, as if making a vow.

"Very important, extremely important."

Looking into his burning sincerity, which seemed genuine, Su Qingyao suddenly felt that perhaps she should give it a try.

After finishing the final touches and putting on the brace for her ankle, she sat down next to Wen Yu.

"Wenyu".

She took a deep breath, her voice calm yet clear.

"I heard those words."