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

The two kids have perfectly inherited all the best features of their parents.

One is as delicate as a porcelain doll, the other as lively as a little elf.

But as they grow older, it's not just their faces that change, but also their personalities.

Chaochao resembles Wenyu more.

Quiet, rarely cries, always with big eyes looking around as if silently observing the world.

But after spending more time with him, I realized that this little guy is quite cunning.

He doesn't make a fuss because he's waiting for the right moment; he doesn't cry simply because he's lazy and wants to save his energy for other things. Whenever he needs to cry and make a fuss, even several Wen Yus can't coax him.

Mu Mu resembles Su Qingyao more.

She has big eyes that curve into two crescent moons when she smiles, and she's always been a bit of a troublemaker.

She'll look at you with those innocent big eyes, and then secretly do something naughty when you're feeling soft-hearted.

Once discovered, she'll put on a pitiful, aggrieved expression, making people both angry and reluctant to speak harshly to her.

Looking at the two little ones, Su Qingyao couldn't help but sigh.

"One is evil in secret, and the other is evil in the open; they perfectly exemplify what it means to be twin demons."

On their first birthday, the two demon balls did something unexpected again.

When drawing lots, a red cloth was spread out, covered with various items:

A writing brush, an abacus, copper coins, a seal, a small wooden sword, a stethoscope, a microscope model... each item represents a different meaning.

Wen Yu carried Chao Chao Mu Mu up and placed her in the center of the red cloth.

The two little ones sat down, looked at each other, and began their respective performances.

Chaochao's big eyes swept around, taking in the dazzling array of items.

Then he made a decision that surprised everyone: he crawled back to his father's side, grabbed Wen Yu's collar, and wouldn't let go.

That little expression seemed to say: With a dad like me, do I need these things? My dad has everything.

The audience was stunned for a few seconds, then burst into laughter.

Ruan Xinhe laughed so hard she almost fell over. "This child is clever! He knows what the greatest wealth is!"

Wen Yu looked down at the little one in his arms, his heart melting.

He kissed Chaochao's forehead. "Okay, Dad is yours."

On the other hand, Twilight's art style is completely different.

She crawled over and pulled everything into her arms, piece by piece.

A calligraphy brush, I need one.

An abacus, I need one.

I need copper coins.

A seal is required.

I want a small wooden sword too.

Her arms were too short to hold so many things.

But she didn't care, she tried desperately to hold on, and if she couldn't hold on, she would press down on him, and if she couldn't press down, she would use her lower abdomen to push against him.

Finally, I simply couldn't carry him anymore.

She raised her head, looked at Wen Yu with her big, watery eyes, and called out in a childish voice, "Daddy...Daddy..."

Those eyes were gleaming, they wanted it all, everything, even Dad.

Wen Yu chuckled, picked up Chaochao and walked over, squatted down, and pulled Mumu and the babies in her arms into her embrace.

"Okay, I'll take them all." His voice was incredibly gentle. "They'll all be Mumu's."

Mumu nodded in satisfaction, resting her little head on his shoulder with a triumphant smile on her face.

Watching this scene from the side, Chaochao glared at Mumu defiantly.

Mu Mu rolled her eyes at him, her expression seeming to say: "Hehe, I have more stuff than you."

The whole family was amused by the two little ones and burst into laughter.

Su Qingyao leaned against Wen Yu with a smile, tears welling up in her eyes.

She looked at the two little ones in her arms, and then at the man beside her, her heart filled with tenderness.

When Chaochao Mumu was three years old, a power shift occurred in her family.

Wen Yu, the "super dad" who used to be treated like his whole world by his two little ones, following them everywhere and crying whenever they left, suddenly doesn't seem so appealing anymore.

Now, every morning when they open their eyes, the first thing the two little ones always say is:

"Where's Mom?"

"I want my mom!"

She needs her mother to feed her, to accompany her to sleep, and to hold her mother's hand when they go out to play.

Wenyu stood to the side, holding a baby bottle, a toy, and snacks, like a forgotten background figure.

Chaochao would occasionally cast a glance at him, saying, "Dad, you're blocking the light."

Mumu was even more direct, "Dad, you go to work. Mom can stay with us."

Wen Yu: "..."

The old father's heart was shattered into a QR code.

But he just couldn't get angry.

Seeing Su Qingyao surrounded by the two little ones, her eyes crinkling with laughter, filled him with boundless happiness and joy.

She deserves to be loved like this.

She is more deserving than him.

But... but isn't an old father lovable too?

What troubled Wen Yu even more was that the two little ones had grown up, had more energy, and started causing trouble.

Moreover, the division of labor is clear and the team works together seamlessly.

The focus is on "civil affairs" in the morning and "military affairs" in the evening.

Chaochao was responsible for coming up with ideas.

He stared wide-eyed at everything around him, silently memorizing every possible place to cause trouble. When the adults weren't looking, he would secretly give Mumu a wink.

Upon receiving the signal, Mumu immediately began to act.

She would pretend to accidentally knock over the tower of blocks, and take advantage of the chaos to sweep the books on the coffee table onto the floor.

She would "accidentally" spill water on the carpet while holding a water glass, and then flip over the sofa cushions while the adults went to get a rag.

When Wen Yu and Su Qingyao arrived after hearing the noise, the scene was already a mess.

The two instigators were sitting in a corner reading a book, looking completely innocent; and squatting on the ground playing with toys, looking utterly naive.

"Who did it?"

Chaochao raised her head, her big eyes blinking, "It wasn't me."

Mumu shook her head, her little expression extremely aggrieved, "It wasn't me either."

Then the two looked at each other and said in unison, "It's probably the wind."

Wen Yu: "..."

Su Qingyao: "..."

Is your house so windy that it can knock down a tower of building blocks, sweep books down, spill water all over the floor, and even flip over sofa cushions?

But unfortunately, they couldn't do anything about these two little guys.

Every time I want to yell at them, I look down and see their two incredibly cute faces, and half of my anger disappears.

Especially Wenyu.

Looking at Chaochao's face, which was almost exactly the same as his when he was a child, his heart melted.

He wants to give his son everything he didn't have in his childhood.

He wanted to give Chaochao the love he hadn't received.

He wanted to make Chaochao feel the sense of security that he himself hadn't experienced.

He wants to spend his whole life making up for the years he wasn't treated kindly by his son.

Chaochao keenly noticed this.

So he began to act recklessly.

When she made a mistake, she would blink her big eyes at Wen Yu and call out "Daddy" in a childish voice.

Wen Yu surrendered immediately.

When that trick stopped working, he pushed Mumu out.

Mumu understood immediately, and ran to Wenyu with her short legs. She looked up at her little face, which was exactly like Su Qingyao's, and gave him a sweet smile.

Wen Yu was completely speechless.

The two demonic pills manipulated the old father at will.

In the end, it was always Su Qingyao who stepped forward with a stern face.

"Wen Yuzhou".

"Smell and bathe."

"come over."

The two little ones immediately cowered, obediently standing in a row, heads down, occasionally stealing glances at their mother's expression.

Chaochao whispered soothingly, "Mommy, don't be angry..."

Mumu nodded, her eyes already reddening. "Mumu was wrong..."

Wen Yu watched from the side, feeling extremely distressed. He was about to plead for her when Su Qingyao glared at him, which stopped him from speaking.

Then the art style changed to:

Chaochao hugged Su Qingyao's leg and said, "Mom, I love you the most."

Mumu tugged at Su Qingyao's clothes, "Mom, you look your best when you smile."

Wen Yu chimed in quietly from the side, "Wife, I love you too..."

Su Qingyao maintained a straight face for three seconds before finally breaking down.

She sighed, picked up the two little ones in each arm and held them in her arms, then glanced at Wen Yu, who was looking on expectantly beside her.

"And you."

Wen Yu immediately went over and hugged the mother and her two children together.

The storm has thus subsided.

Fortunately, although the two little ones love to cause trouble, they know their limits.

They know what they can't touch, what they can't do, and they know to stop immediately when their parents are really angry.

Wen Yu and Su Qingyao let them go their own way.

After all, this is what childhood should be like.

Make a fuss, stir things up, and make a mess of the house.

As long as they are happy, as long as they are healthy, as long as they feel loved in this home.

Sometimes, when Wen Yu watched the two little ones making a ruckus, he would suddenly think of his own childhood.

Those lonely, desolate days without parental love.

The days and nights now are completely different from his.

They dare to make trouble, dare to laugh, and dare to turn the house upside down because they know that no matter what they do, their parents will be there for them.

Home will always be their haven and source of strength.

This is enough.

Wen Yu smiled and stepped forward to join the lively melee.

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Once a lone boat without shore, now a harbor to rely on.

There is no greater happiness in life than this.