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

The next day, Su Qingyao found everything about Wen Yu displeasing.

He poured her water, but she responded coldly; he leaned in to kiss her, but she turned her head away; he tried to hug her, but she simply got up and left.

Wen Yu looked bewildered. "Baby, what's wrong?"

Su Qingyao glanced at him coldly, "Nothing."

Wenyu looked aggrieved. What did he do wrong to make the baby angry?

Su Qingyao ignored him, grabbed her bag, and went out.

"I'm going to find Miaoke for dinner."

The door slammed shut, and Wen Yu stood there, stunned for three seconds.

Something was wrong, very wrong. He grabbed his coat and followed them out.

In the restaurant, Su Qingyao and Zhang Miaoke sat facing each other.

Zhang Miaoke looked at her and asked cautiously, "Yaoyao, what's wrong? Did you and Wenyu have a fight?"

Su Qingyao picked up her juice, took a sip, and snorted, "No noise."

"So what are you doing...?"

Su Qingyao was silent for two seconds, then suddenly spoke: "Miao Ke, he doesn't like the baby."

Zhang Miaoke was taken aback. "Huh? What baby?"

Su Qingyao lowered her voice, her eyes slightly red, "He doesn't like children. I said if we had children, he told me not to think so much, that he didn't want any."

Zhang Miaoke's eyes widened. "You're pregnant?!"

Su Qingyao quickly covered her mouth: "Keep your voice down!"

At the next table, Wen Yu, wearing a mask and hat, stood there frozen.

Pregnant?

Is the baby pregnant? Their child?

His mind went blank, followed by an overwhelming wave of ecstasy.

Is he having a child? His and the baby's child?

A soft and cuddly little one, who looks like both her and him, calls him "Dad" and snuggles in his arms.

His heart trembled violently.

But the next second, he heard Su Qingyao's nasal voice.

"He just doesn't like children. I've asked him, and he doesn't even want our child... Miao Ke, how could he do this!"

Wen Yu was stunned.

He doesn't like children, and the thought of other people's children crying and making a fuss makes him inexplicably irritable.

But he never imagined that this problem would fall on his head in this way.

The year he had his tubal ligation done, he was already prepared to never have children.

It's not that I don't like it, it's that I dare not even think about it.

For someone like him, having a baby is already a blessing from heaven; how could he dare to ask for more?

But the baby's love is so great.

Over the years, she has gradually pulled him out of the abyss, firmly telling him time and time again that he deserves to be loved.

Consequently, he also harbored a secret expectation for that little life that might never appear.

That's his and his baby's child.

It is their shared bloodline, another existence in this world related to the baby.

He wished he could rush in right now, pick her up, and spin her around three times.

But then, another thought crashed into my mind.

She was pregnant with his child and thought he didn't like it, so she was sad, aggrieved, and resentful all by herself.

Wen Yu's heart was gripped tightly, and the pain made his eyes sting.

He suddenly stood up and strode over to the next table.

Su Qingyao was still complaining to Zhang Miaoke when suddenly everything went dark.

A person stood in front of her. She looked up and met Wen Yu's reddened eyes.

He was completely stunned.

"W-What are you doing here?!"

Wen Yu didn't say anything, but sat down and hugged her tightly.

Su Qingyao struggled, "Let go of me! Don't you dislike children?!"

Wen Yu hugged her even tighter, his voice hoarse, "Wife, I love it, I love it so much."

Su Qingyao froze. "Whatever you said last night was fine, didn't you think kids were cute!"

I was talking about someone else's child.

Wen Yu released her, cupped her face, and made her look into his eyes.

"You're different, baby, our child, how could I not love you?"

Su Qingyao was stunned.

Wen Yu's eyes were red, and her voice was urgent and flustered, "You're pregnant, we're having a baby, I'm so happy I'm going crazy, you know that?"

Su Qingyao's eyes also reddened.

"So what about last night...?"

"I thought you were just asking casually, but I'm genuinely worried about the pain you'll experience during childbirth and the discomfort you'll feel."

Wen Yu was heartbroken. "I'm sorry, it's my fault. Even if it was a test, I shouldn't have acted that way and made you suffer alone. Baby, hit me if you want."

Su Qingyao bit her lip, tears streaming down her face. Wen Yu lowered his head and kissed away her tears little by little.

"I was wrong, I'm bad at talking, it's my fault, my wife. Our baby is my most precious treasure, no, you're number one, and the baby is number two."

Su Qingyao was so amused by him that she wanted to both cry and laugh, so she punched him lightly.

Are you poor or not?

Wen Yu held her hand and kissed it.

"I'm not being stingy; I'm speaking from the heart."

He squatted down, looking directly at her lower abdomen, his voice soft.

"Hello, little one, this is Daddy. Daddy is very, very happy to have you. Mommy misunderstood Daddy. Daddy will go back and coax her. You can talk to her and tell her not to be angry, it's not good for her health."

Zhang Miaoke covered her mouth, completely absorbed in shipping this couple; it was just too good to watch.

Wen Yu stood up and pulled Su Qingyao back into his arms.

"Honey, let's go home."

Su Qingyao leaned against his chest and muttered softly, "Then you have to think our little baby is the cutest from now on."

"Uh-huh."

"You're not allowed to dislike babies."

"I like it, I really like it."

"Then..." she looked up, her eyes bright, "Are you happy?"

Wen Yu looked at her, at the little woman who was carrying his baby, and his eyes reddened again.

He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers.

"I'm happy." His voice was terribly hoarse. "I've never been this happy before."

"Thank you, my wife, thank you for making my life so complete."

That evening, Wenyu invited both mothers to his home.

Su Qingyao sat on the sofa, looking at Ruan Xinhe and Lin Ruolan sitting upright opposite her, and felt inexplicably nervous.

Wen Yu stood behind her, placed his hand on her shoulder, and gently squeezed it.

"Mom, Mother-in-law," he cleared his throat, a hint of amusement in his voice, "I have some good news to tell you."

Ruan Xinhe and Lin Ruolan exchanged a glance.

"Yaoyao is pregnant."

The air was silent for two seconds.

The next second, Ruan Xinhe screamed "Ah!" and pounced on Su Qingyao to hug her.

"Really?! Yaoyao! I'm going to be a grandma?!"

Lin Ruolan froze on the spot, her eyes instantly reddening. She covered her mouth, and after a long while, she managed to stammer, "How...how long has it been?"

"More than six weeks."

Su Qingyao was held tightly by Ruan Xinhe, her face flushed. "Mom, please let go of me..."

Ruan Xinhe reluctantly let go, but her eyes remained fixed on her lower abdomen.

Lin Ruolan walked over, gently took Su Qingyao's hand, and tears streamed down her face. "Okay, okay... Yaoyao is going to be a mother..."

Even Wen Tianyao, who was sitting in the corner, had a hint of warmth on his usually expressionless face.

That very night, Lin Ruolan made the decision: to stay and keep Yaoyao company.

Upon hearing this, Ruan Xinhe chimed in, "I'll stay too! We'll both keep Yaoyao company!"

In the end, Wen Tianyao also moved in.

Lin Ruolan was in charge of researching recipes for pregnant women, while Ruan Xinhe was in charge of researching baby products. The two had a clear division of labor and worked together seamlessly.

Su Qingyao has become a first-class protected animal in the family.

She was helped when she walked, had water handed to her, and was even served food before she could even ask what she wanted to eat, making her very uncomfortable.

Su Qingyao looked at Wen Yu helplessly, "Honey, can you keep an eye on them? You're being too anxious."

Wen Yu spread his hands innocently, "I can't control it, you're the most important person in this family right now."

Fortunately, the baby was very well-behaved in Su Qingyao's belly.

Apart from feeling a little weak at first, she had no other discomfort.

Without morning sickness or nausea, with a good appetite and sound sleep, Su Qingyao even began to wonder if she was really pregnant.

Wen Yu, on the other hand, seems out of sorts.

Su Qingyao first discovered it one morning.

When she woke up, she heard strange noises coming from the bathroom. When she went over to check, she saw Wen Yu hunched over the toilet, vomiting violently.

Su Qingyao was terrified. "Husband?! What's wrong with you?!"

Wen Yu raised his head, his face pale, his eyes seeing stars, and weakly waved his hand.

"N-nothing... I just feel a little nauseous..."

Su Qingyao: "???"

This situation became more and more frequent later on.

Wen Yu began to become sensitive to smells; the smell of cooking oil in the kitchen could make him gag for half a day.

He started to feel sleepy, sleeping for more than ten hours a day and still feeling tired. He even started to crave spicy and sour foods, eating lemons directly and enjoying rice mixed with chili oil.

Su Qingyao looked at his expression and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Who's pregnant here? You look more like the pregnant one than I am!"

Wen Yu slumped listlessly on the sofa, looking aggrieved. "I don't know either...maybe our little one likes me more?"

Su Qingyao touched her belly and muttered softly, "Baby, are you more concerned for Mommy or just trying to make Daddy suffer?"

The little one inside her belly, of course, wouldn't answer.

But Wenyu's morning sickness did indeed last for several months.

Finally, Wen Yu couldn't take it anymore.

He made a phone call to the company, "Qin Yue, send the documents that need my signature to Wen Tianyao."

Another call was made to Wen Tianyao, "Wen, the group's affairs are now yours."

Wen Tianyao was silent for two seconds, then asked, "What do you mean?"

"I'm experiencing morning sickness," Wen Yu said matter-of-factly. "I need to stay home with my wife."

Wen Tianyao: "..."

He hung up the phone and looked at the mountain of documents in front of him; the atmosphere became noticeably tense.

I already have so little time to spend with Xin Xin, and now I have to help that unfilial son with his official duties. That unfilial son doesn't even call me "Dad."

He flipped open the first document expressionlessly, signed it, stamped it, and tossed it aside.

Wen's employees clearly sensed that their boss had been in a bad mood lately.

Someone quietly asked Qin Yue, "Assistant Qin, what happened to Chairman Wen?"

Qin Yue remained unfazed. "Hasn't Chairman Wen always been like this?"

staff:"……"

Those who had endured enough of the oppression were silently praying: Professor Su, please give birth quickly and give us back that love-struck CEO Wen!

Nine months later, amidst everyone's anticipation, Su Qingyao successfully gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl.

The older brother came out first, weighing six pounds and two ounces, his loud cries as if announcing his arrival.

My younger sister followed closely behind, weighing five pounds and eight ounces, a tiny, soft bundle, quietly closing her eyes.

In the delivery room, Wen Yu held Su Qingyao's hand, his eyes red and swollen, and kept asking her if there was anything else that was bothering her.

Su Qingyao raised her hand and gently touched his face.

"It really doesn't hurt."

"You booked the best private hospital well in advance and used water birth for painless delivery. I didn't even feel much before the two little ones came out."

She paused, then smiled, "So you don't need to be so nervous."

Wen Yu looked at her relaxed and carefree appearance, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

He lowered his head and buried his face in her palm.

After a long pause, a muffled voice came through, "But it hurts my heart."

Su Qingyao smiled, cupped his face in her hands, and planted a kiss on his forehead.

"Okay, okay." Her voice was soft and sweet. "Then you'll treat me and the babies better from now on~"

The nurse brought the two babies over and placed them next to Su Qingyao. Su Qingyao looked down at the two wrinkled little faces and felt a warm glow in her heart.

"Honey," she whispered, "look, who do they look like?"

Wen Yu leaned closer and stared at the two little faces for a long time. "Brother looks like you."

His voice was terribly hoarse, "Your eyes are like yours, sister... sister seems to look a bit like me."

He reached out and gently touched the two little ones, but to his surprise, their tiny hands simultaneously grasped his fingers tightly.

Wen Yu's tears finally fell.

He lowered his head and kissed Su Qingyao's lips, then kissed the faces of the two children.

His voice was soft and gentle, "Thank you for coming to my side."

Su Qingyao looked at him, her smile radiating happiness.

She remembered the boy who first met her in the back garden many years ago, and everything he had done for her over the years.

Now, they have two tiny, soft, and cuddly lives.

This is their child, the continuation of their love, two little ones they will love for a lifetime.

Outside the delivery room, Ruan Xinhe and Lin Ruolan hugged each other and cried their hearts out.

"Two...two..." Ruan Xinhe cried and laughed at the same time, "I'm going to be a grandma twice!"

Lin Ruolan nodded frantically, tears streaming down her face.

Wen Tianyao finally couldn't resist and secretly peeked into the delivery room.

That glance met the tiny little girl in the nurse's arms, who had just opened her eyes.

His heart suddenly softened.

Su Qingyao was in good health; she was full of energy the day after giving birth and couldn't wait to get out of bed and walk around.

However, both mothers refused to allow it.

"Don't move!"

"Lie down!"

"What if I develop health problems later in life if I don't take proper care of myself during postpartum recovery?"

"Whatever you want to eat, Mom will bring it to you; whatever you want to take, Mom will hand it to you. Just don't get out of bed yourself!"

Su Qingyao was pushed back onto the bed, holding two soft and cuddly little ones in her arms, looking helpless.

Fine.

She looked down at the two children in her arms. The older brother was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed, while the younger sister yawned and snuggled closer to her. Her heart melted.

She simply snuggled up in bed with Wenyu, holding the baby, and started thinking about names.

Wen Yu held a piece of paper filled with alternatives, and Su Qingyao leaned over and read them aloud one by one.

"Wen tide... Wen Jingxing... Wen Jiahe..."

She recited one word, looked at the baby in her arms, recited another word, and looked at another.

"None of these are quite right." She frowned. "It seems like something's missing."

Wen Yu nodded, crossed out a few, and added new ones.

The two mothers also joined the discussion. Ruan Xinhe preferred someone with a more magnanimous style, while Lin Ruolan preferred someone with a more gentle style. They each held their own opinion, and neither could convince the other.

Wen Tianyao happened to pass by and was pulled in by Ruan Xinhe for her opinion. He was silent for two seconds before finally managing to say "Whatever" and was glared at by Ruan Xinhe before slinking away.

Su Qingyao leaned against the headboard, looking at the lively people in the room, and then at the baby sleeping soundly in her arms, a deep warmth welled up in her heart.

This is home.

After struggling for several days, Su Qingyao finally had a flash of inspiration one night.

"husband!"

Wen Yu was holding his younger sister, trying to lull her to sleep, when she was startled. "I'm here, baby, what's wrong?"

Su Qingyao's eyes lit up. "I've got it!"

She took the piece of paper that was already covered in scribbles and wrote two names on it.

Wen and Zhou.

Hearing and bathing.

Wen Yu leaned closer to look and was stunned for a moment.

"With the boat...with the bath..."

Su Qingyao pointed to the name, her eyes crinkling.

"My brother's name is Yu Zhou, which means half of Yu. He is your half, and also our little boat. From now on, you can go wherever you want and live a free and peaceful life."

My younger sister's name is Yu Mu. Mu means nourishment, gentleness, and growing up bathed in love.

She paused for a moment, then said, "I've also thought of nicknames for the two little ones. The brother will be called Chaochao, and the sister will be called Mumu."

Wen Yu stared at the paper for a very long time.

"Day after day..." he murmured, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Su Qingyao leaned on his shoulder, looking at the two little ones, her voice soft.

"They are our days and nights, our every morning and evening from now on."

Wen Yu lowered his head and placed a tender kiss on her forehead.

"Okay, let's call it that."