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

After guiding her students in their experiments, Su Qingyao dragged her limp body back to her office.

As soon as I sat down, I leaned back in my chair, feeling so weak that I didn't even want to move a finger.

A soft knock came at the door.

"Slender?"

Li Minhua walked by with a cup of coffee, glanced inside, and her brows furrowed instantly.

She put down her coffee, strode in, and looked Su Qingyao up and down, observing her slightly pale face.

"What's wrong?" She reached out and touched Su Qingyao's forehead. "Have you been staying up late doing experiments lately?"

Su Qingyao shook her head, her voice soft and weak, "There's no teacher here. I just don't know what's wrong, but I've been feeling really weak all over lately."

Li Minhua paused for a moment.

She withdrew her hand, her gaze sweeping over Su Qingyao's face before she suddenly smiled meaningfully.

When was your last period?

Su Qingyao was taken aback, blinked, and tried hard to recall.

"It seems like... the month before last?"

She was somewhat uncertain.

For the past two years, I've been staying up late doing experiments, and my menstrual cycle has been quite irregular.

After returning to a normal routine that year, Wen Yu hired a traditional Chinese medicine doctor to help her with her conditioning. Although she was basically stable, she would still occasionally be a few days late, but she didn't pay much attention to it.

But now...

She looked up and met Li Minhua's smiling eyes, and suddenly stammered.

"Teacher, you mean...me?"

Li Minhua smiled and tapped her forehead.

"She's probably pregnant. She should go to the hospital for a checkup."

Su Qingyao was stunned.

Baby?

She subconsciously looked down at her lower abdomen, which was still flat and showed no signs of anything.

But a strange feeling suddenly welled up inside me; I couldn't tell if it was nervousness or anticipation.

She suddenly remembered something, lowered her voice and leaned closer, "But teacher, Wen Yu... he had a vasectomy."

Li Minhua was stunned, then burst out laughing.

"Silly child," she poked Su Qingyao's forehead, "vasectomy isn't 100% effective. You two are young and passionate, it's perfectly normal for one of you to slip through the net."

Su Qingyao's face flushed red.

Seeing her dazed and shy expression, Li Minhua's heart softened a little. She picked up her bag and gestured with her chin towards Su Qingyao.

"Let's go, I'm free this afternoon, I'll take you to the hospital for a check-up."

Su Qingyao stood up blankly, her mind a complete mess.

She looked down at her lower abdomen, then looked up at the window. Wen Yu was away on a business trip and wouldn't be back until tomorrow night.

She suddenly felt like calling him.

But what if it's not true? What if it's just wishful thinking?

Moreover...

She lowered her eyes, recalling Wen Yu's childhood, when he had always been somewhat resistant to the idea of ​​having a baby.

Although she has become much more relaxed in recent years, and occasionally stares blankly at other people's children, she doesn't want to pressure him.

Su Qingyao gripped her phone tightly, took a deep breath, and followed Li Minhua out the door.

On the way to the hospital, Li Minhua was driving when she caught a glimpse of her restless appearance and couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't be nervous, we'll talk after the check is done."

Su Qingyao nodded, but her palms were sweating.

Blood test, wait, ultrasound.

Lying on the examination bed, Su Qingyao stared at the ceiling, her heart pounding as if it would burst out of her chest. The cold probe slid across her lower abdomen, and the doctor stared intently at the screen.

A few seconds later, the doctor smiled.

"Got it."

Su Qingyao suddenly raised her head.

The doctor pointed to the small, inconspicuous shadow on the screen, "See the gestational sac? The size is consistent with about 40 days. Congratulations, you're going to be a mother!"

Su Qingyao stared at that tiny dot.

It was so small, so small that its shape was almost invisible, and it just sat there quietly, like a seed that had just sprouted.

But that was a life she and Wen Yu created together, the fruit of their love.

Tears welled up unexpectedly. She covered her mouth, but couldn't stop the tears from sliding down her fingers.

Li Minhua walked in, saw her like this, and smiled as she handed her a tissue.

"Silly child, why are you crying? This is a joyous occasion."

Su Qingyao took the tissue and wiped away her tears, but she couldn't stop.

She looked down at the ultrasound report, at the tiny embryo on it, and a feeling she had never experienced before welled up inside her.

It felt warm and soft, like something was taking root and sprouting in my heart.

This is her and Wenyu's child.

It is a testament to their love.

She is the little person she will love for a lifetime.

She took out her phone, took a picture of the ultrasound report, opened her chat with Wenyu, and stared at his profile picture for a long time.

My finger hovered over the send button, but I couldn't press it.

No.

She tightened her little face, thinking seriously that she had to say it to his face.

When interviewing him, try to gauge his attitude.

If Wen Yu dared to say he didn't like it—

Humph.

She narrowed her eyes and silently planned in her mind: Then let him sleep in the spare bedroom, and he won't be allowed to come to her bed for a month, no, for ten months.

Su Qingyao held it in for a whole day and night.

The night Wen Yu returned from his business trip, she deliberately didn't go to pick him up at the airport, but stayed at home to devise a whole plan to test the waters.

Option A: Indirect tactics.

While eating, she pretended to casually scroll through her phone and came across a video of an adorable baby, then deliberately played the sound out loud.

"Look how cute kids are these days." She glanced at his expression.

Wen Yu didn't even look up, focusing on picking out the fish bones for her. "It's alright."

Not bad?! Just one "not bad"?!

Su Qingyao narrowed her eyes and turned up the volume. "Look at this baby, so fair and tender, so adorable."

Wen Yu placed the deboned fish meat into her bowl, looked up at her, smiled, and said, "Not as cute as you."

Su Qingyao: "..."

Option A failed.

Option B: Probe with a straight shot.

Before going to sleep, nestled in his arms, she suddenly asked, "Honey, what do you think would happen if we had a baby?"

Wen Yu gently stroked her hair, then paused upon hearing this.

"Why are you suddenly asking this?"

Su Qingyao's heart skipped a beat, but she remained outwardly calm. "I was just asking. What do you think?"

Wen Yu was silent for a few seconds, his voice a little muffled, "...I'm afraid you'll be in pain."

Su Qingyao's heart sank. Did he mean he didn't want it?

She asked again, "But I'm not afraid."

Wen Yu lowered his head and kissed her forehead, his tone doting, "I'm scared, baby, don't think so much, it's time to sleep."

Su Qingyao's heart turned completely cold.

What does "Don't overthink it" mean? What does "He's afraid" mean?

He doesn't want it.

He still doesn't like children.

Even if it were theirs, he wouldn't want it.

Su Qingyao turned around, her back to him, her eyes stinging with tears.

Wen Yu hugged her from behind, but she angrily dodged away.