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

The expressions on the boys' faces were as fascinating as a spilled palette of colors.

Wen Yu put down the bottle, glanced around indifferently, and turned to walk towards Class 1, Grade 11.

Behind me, a sound of heartbreak filled the air.

"Holy crap... he drank the water she drank from?"

"Isn't this an indirect kiss?"

"Is Young Master Wen asserting his sovereignty?"

"Alright, she's taken. Let's call it a day."

"Waaaaah, my new goddess..."

Someone patted the wailing boy on the shoulder, their tone heavy, "Brother, face reality. Do you think you can compete with Young Master Wen for her?"

The boy glanced at Wen Yu's departing figure. The boy was tall and slender with straight shoulders and back, and even his back exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay.

He considered the weight of the name "Wen Family" again and silently shut his mouth.

You should focus on your studies.

Wen Yu resolved the nascent rivalry without lifting a finger.

Su Qingyao spent her high school years in Wen Yu's company.

Wen Yu was always by her side, as natural as air, as natural as breathing.

As a result, she also became familiar with Jiang Shubai and Wen Zhaoyue.

Jiang Shubai was a smooth talker. The first time they met, he came over and said, "Sweet little sister, call me brother."

Su Qingyao was about to speak when Wen Yu glared at her and shut her up.

"Call him Brother Shubai." Wen Yu's tone left no room for negotiation.

Jiang Shubai protested, "Why should she? She calls you Brother Ayu, but me Brother Shubai? I won't!"

Wen Yu gave him a cool look. "Any objections?"

Jiang Shubai glanced at his expression and wisely shut his mouth.

Su Qingyao was confused. She tilted her head to look at Wen Yu, then at Jiang Shubai, and finally obediently called out "Brother Shubai".

Wen Zhaoyue was laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

"My lovely little sister," she said, putting her arm around Su Qingyao's shoulder, "you're so cute."

Su Qingyao smiled sweetly, her eyes curving into two crescent moons, "Sister Wenwen, you're cute too."

Wen Zhaoyue's heart melted at that smile.

She couldn't help but reach out and gently pinch Su Qingyao's cheeks, kneading them lightly. They were soft and tender, like freshly steamed buns.

It feels amazing.

She was so good that she completely ignored the chilly gaze from the side.

Wen Yu stared at her hand with an icy look in his eyes, but Wen Zhaoyue pretended not to notice.

Not only did she not let go, but she also deliberately moved closer to Su Qingyao and asked with a smile, "Little sister Qingyao, has anyone confessed their feelings to you?"

Su Qingyao was taken aback for a moment, then frowned.

"No," she shook her head, a hint of relief in her voice, "but thankfully not, my focus right now is on my studies."

Wen Zhaoyue's smile deepened.

Silly girl, it's not that there weren't any, it's that your brother Ayu blocked them all.

Thinking about it, she glanced at Wen Yu with a gloating look, thinking that the little girl hadn't figured things out yet.

You bastard, you've got to wait, hahaha.

During the summer vacation of Su Qingyao's second year of high school, Wen Yu received a recommendation letter from Beijing North University.

In September, he will be going to university.

From the age of twelve to seventeen, for a full five years, Wen Yu never left her side, which had become the most natural part of Su Qingyao's life.

But now, this part is suddenly going to be taken away, and Su Qingyao is particularly uncomfortable with it.

As soon as summer vacation started, Su Qingyao became incredibly clingy.

In the past, she would have been more reserved and would send a message to Wen Yu's house before going there to ask if he was there.

Now, things are really different. After breakfast, I run straight to the neighbor's, sometimes three or four times a day.

"Yaobao, you're here." Wen Yu couldn't help but smile every time he opened the door.

Su Qingyao said confidently, "There are some questions in my summer homework that I don't know how to do."

"Didn't we just go over a test paper yesterday?"

"There are new questions again today."

Wen Yu smiled and stepped aside, watching her walk into his room with practiced ease and sit down on the small chair next to his desk.

Watching this scene from the living room, Ruan Xinhe couldn't help but mutter to Wen Tianyao, "Your son's mouth has been crooked from smiling lately."

Wen Tianyao turned a page of the newspaper without looking up. "Nonsense, your wife comes home every day. You'd be laughing your head off too."

As the end of August approached, the start of the new school year at Wenyu was drawing ever closer.

Su Qingyao insisted on taking him to school to register.

"Just seeing you off," she said, tugging at Wen Yu's sleeve, her eyes shining. "I want to see what kind of university I want to go to in the future."

Wen Yu couldn't say a single word of dissent to Su Qingyao.

On the day of registration, Ruan Xinhe drove, Wen Yu sat in the passenger seat, and Su Qingyao sat next to him in the back seat.

The campus is large and beautiful, with red bricks and green tiles, and shady trees.

Ruan Xinhe accompanied Wen Yu to complete the registration procedures and then went to the dormitory to pack her things.

After everything was settled, Ruan Xinhe checked the time: "Yaoyao, we should go back now."

Su Qingyao nodded, but her gaze was on Wen Yu. "Brother Wen Yu, you... take good care of yourself."

"Mm," Wen Yu replied. "You too, good luck in your senior year of high school."

"Um."

She responded with a sound of agreement and lowered her head.

Wen Yu thought she was just reluctant to part and was about to say a few more words of advice when suddenly, a drop of water hit the ground.

Another drop.

He froze, then hurriedly crouched down to look at her face.

Su Qingyao's eyes were red, and tears were rolling down her cheeks like beads from a broken string, and she couldn't stop them.

"Yao... Yaobao?" Wen Yu panicked, his voice trembling. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Su Qingyao didn't speak, but just lowered her head and shed tears.

Wen Yu was at a loss, wanting to wipe away her tears but afraid of making his hands rough, so he could only keep coaxing her in a soft voice, "Don't cry, don't cry, I'll come back to see you this weekend, it'll be quick, a week will pass quickly..."

The more he talked, the harder she cried.

The new students and parents passing by all turned their heads to look, but Wen Yu didn't care about them. All he could see was the little girl in front of him who was crying.

Finally, Su Qingyao threw herself into his arms, clutching his clothes tightly with both hands.

A muffled sound came from his chest, tinged with sobs, nasal tones, and the unease that a seventeen-year-old girl couldn't hide.

"Brother Ayu...you can't forget me."

Wen Yu's heart was breaking. He hugged her tightly, resting his chin on the top of her head, his voice trembling.

No, it won't.

"You can't have any other sisters," she said domineeringly.

"No, only you." He stroked her back gently. "Only Yaobao, only you."

Su Qingyao remained silent, burying her face even deeper.

"I promise I'll call you every night."

"I'll go back to see you this weekend."

"Once you get into a university in Beijing, we'll never have to be apart again."

"Baby, don't cry, okay?"

After much coaxing, Su Qingyao's tears finally stopped.

She stepped out of his arms, her eyes and nose red, tears still clinging to her eyelashes, like a little rabbit caught in the rain.

Wen Yu looked at it, and his heart softened again.

He raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on her face with his fingertips. "A year goes by quickly. Good luck in your senior year of high school, Yaobao. Your brother will be waiting for you at Peking University."

Su Qingyao nodded.

She glanced at him one last time, then turned and followed Ruan Xinhe toward the parking lot.

She took two steps and then turned back. Wen Yu was still standing there, waving at her.

She bit her lip, steeled herself, and walked forward.

He took a few steps, then turned back; he was still standing there.

Su Qingyao only got into the car after he became a blurry little dot and was completely out of sight.