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

When Su Qingyao was two years old, she gradually resumed her experimental and scientific research.

Wen Yu felt both supportive and heartbroken about this.

He supports her because he knows her ideals and ambitions, and he feels proud to see her shining brightly under the spotlight.

The heartache stems from the fact that he has been reluctant to touch the baby since he became pregnant, at most using his mouth and hands to care for him.

After having two children, she was even busier taking care of them, afraid that she would get tired. After the children turned one year old, they did have some time to spend together, but each time they could only stay for an hour or two at most before the days and nights passed by.

Not to mention at night.

The two little devils are so clingy to the baby, even though he's one or two years old, he still wants his mom to hold him. How old is he? He's really shameless.

Now that the baby has gone to do scientific research, he can't even touch him anymore.

The feeling of looking at something but not being able to eat it is incredibly frustrating and agonizing.

After much painful reflection, Wen Yu went to the hospital for a thorough examination of his tubal ligation. His private doctor repeatedly assured him that there was absolutely no possibility of him getting pregnant again, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

If two of them are already taking up so much of the baby's time, he really can't stand having another one.

"Baby, are we going to Shanghai for a week this time?"

Wen Yu held the soft, fragrant woman tightly, unwilling to let go.

After giving birth, Su Qingyao's figure became even more graceful than before.

Her waist remained slender, but her chest had become even fuller and more rounded. Her skin was also whiter and more tender than before, like a peeled egg. He didn't want to leave her once his fingers touched it, and his fingertips gently caressed the soft flesh on her side. He couldn't get enough of touching her.

Su Qingyao packed her things while comforting the large cushion behind her.

"Yes, the guests at this exchange meeting are very distinguished. I've been stuck in my research lately, and exchanging ideas with them might give me some new directions."

"Waaaaah, my wife~"

Wen Yu buried his face in the crook of her neck, his nose brushing against the skin of her neck, greedily inhaling her fragrance.

"I'm reluctant to see you go; this is the first time you've traveled so far in recent years."

Su Qingyao turned around, cupped his face, and gently pecked his lips. "I'll miss you and Chaochao Mumu too. It'll only be a week. You'll be back soon."

Wen Yu took the opportunity to put his arm around her waist, turned her around to face him, cupped the back of her head with one hand, and lowered his head to kiss her.

A lingering, deep French kiss.

Su Qingyao let out a soft "hmm" and subconsciously leaned back. Wen Yu immediately followed, took her lower lip in his mouth and gently sucked on it. Taking advantage of the moment when her breathing became slightly disordered, he probed inside with the tip of his tongue.

His kisses were unhurried and gentle, yet they were so captivating they made your legs go weak.

Su Qingyao's cheeks flushed red from his kisses, and she went limp in his arms, her fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt as she pushed him away breathlessly.

"Honey...stop, stop kissing me...if you kiss me again, I'll miss my flight..."

"Daddy, be shy!" Chaochao poked her head out from the doorway at some point.

One little hand covered her big eyes and darted around, while the other pointed at Wenyu and called out in a childish voice, "Daddy's shy, Daddy's shy."

Mumu pounced on her, stretching out her little arms, "I want to kiss Mommy too! I want a kiss too!"

Wen Yu glared at Chao Chao, then squatted down and hugged Mu Mu, teasing her deliberately, "Don't you want Daddy to kiss you?"

Without waiting for Mumu's reaction, he planted several kisses on her cheeks. Mumu giggled and pushed his face away with her little hands, saying, "Daddy's bad! Daddy's bad!"

Su Qingyao also leaned over and kissed Mumu several times on the other cheek.

Mumu instantly turned into a "sandwich candy," covering her face with her two little hands and sighing like a little adult: "Oh, Mommy and Daddy are too much of a handful, I can't do anything with you."

Standing to the side, Chaochao raised her chin proudly and said, "I'm like Lan Zihan, I... I don't want to be like my little sister!"

Su Qingyao mischievously ran over, grabbed him, and kissed him several times on the face, leaving his face covered in saliva.

Chaochao frantically tried to dodge, her little face scrunched up: "Mommy! Mommy! Don't kiss me!"

Looking at the group of people making a ruckus, Wen Yu felt his heart was overflowing with joy.

He smiled and put Mumu down, then went over to rescue Chaochao: "Okay, baby, I'll take you to the airport."

Su Qingyao squatted down, looking at the two little ones with a reluctant expression, "Mommy will be away on a business trip for a week. You two need to take good care of yourselves."

"Don't worry, Mom!"

Chaochao puffed out her little chest, looking like a little adult, "Daddy, Grandma, and Grandma on our mother's side are with us, and Qin, who is born in the Year of the Rat, and two ee's are too!"

Su Qingyao was so charmed by him that she couldn't help but lean over and kiss him again.

This time, Chaochao didn't dodge, but her little face quietly turned red.

After saying goodbye to the two girls, Wen Yu saw Su Qingyao off at the airport.

Watching her graceful back, every step she took had a swaying curve that made his heart itch.

Wen Yu curled his lips, and as if thinking of something, the smile in his eyes could not be suppressed.

On the last day of the exchange, Su Qingyao bid farewell to the American professor with lingering enthusiasm.

On the way back to the hotel, her eyes sparkled, and she kept talking about the new ideas they had come up with, wishing she could immediately jump into a laboratory.

When I swiped my card to enter the presidential suite, the lights were off.

She frowned, just as she was about to contact the hotel staff, when the light in the innermost bedroom suddenly turned on.

A dim, yellowish light leaked through the crack in the door, casting a small patch of warm color on the carpet.

Su Qingyao subconsciously took a step back.

At that moment, a person walked out of the bedroom.

"Dear Professor Su, this is a special service offered to you by our hotel."

The familiar voice startled Su Qingyao at first, but then she relaxed completely, overwhelmed with joy, and rushed over to hug him.

"Honey! You scared me to death! I thought it was a bad guy!"

Unexpectedly, Wen Yu released her, took a step back, and said with a serious and respectful expression, "Professor Su, please have some self-respect. We are providing legitimate services."

Su Qingyao stared at him suspiciously, and then, by the light from the bedroom, she could see that Wen Yu was wearing a waiter's uniform.

The black vest was fitted tightly, outlining the silhouette of broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The sleeves of the white shirt were rolled up to the forearms, revealing a section of strong wrists. The bow tie was tied neatly, and the name tag on the chest reflected slightly under the light.

She understood instantly.

She gently lifted Wen Yu's chin with her fingertips, tilting her head and speaking with a laugh in her voice: "Oh? What's your employee number? Tell me what services you offer?"

Wen Yu remained calm and composed, speaking in a steady and earnest tone.

"Professor Su, my employee number is 1202. You can enjoy a shoulder and neck massage, a back massage, a waist massage... For your best experience, I suggest you wear the clothes I have prepared for you."

He turned to the side and made a "please" gesture.

Su Qingyao followed him into the bedroom.

A scented candle was lit on the bedside table, and a faint jasmine fragrance filled the air.

There was a garment on the bed, supposedly a massage outfit, but the material was so thin it was like gauze, and its semi-transparent texture shimmered with an ambiguous light under the candlelight.

Su Qingyao picked up the garment and looked at him amusedly: "1202, am I supposed to wear this?"

"Yes, Professor."

Wen Yu stood ramrod straight, his expression meticulous. "For a better massage experience, you'll need to take off your underwear."

Su Qingyao raised an eyebrow.

"Is this also part of the terms of service?"

"Yes, Professor." He paused, then added, "The service provided to you was extremely meticulous."

Su Qingyao's eyes sparkled as she slowly and deliberately unbuttoned her clothes in front of him.

One, two, the coat slipped off her shoulders, the fabric clinging to the curves of her body, outlining every undulation.

Her jade-like skin shimmered with a warm glow under the light, like the finest mutton-fat jade, so white it seemed to glow, so tender it looked as if a gentle pinch would leave a red mark. The small shadow below her collarbone swayed slightly with her movements, making his throat tighten.

Wen Yu's breathing became heavy, and the sound of him swallowing was very clear in the quiet room.

Su Qingyao looked up at him, her gaze filled with amusement, smugness, and undisguised malice.

Since my husband wants to play, I'll play along with him. But I'm afraid he'll be the one who can't resist first.

She bent down and picked up the gossamer-thin gauze dress from the bed.

The gauze dress is too thin.

So thin it's almost transparent, yet not completely transparent; it's a clever way of concealing something, making it even more alluring than wearing nothing at all.

The gauze clung to her skin, rising and falling gently with her breath. The rabbit was faintly visible beneath the thin fabric, and the curves of her waist were shimmering in the light and shadow.

The hem barely covered the top of her thighs, revealing a section of her fair and smooth inner thighs, and below that were two straight and slender legs, which gleamed faintly in the candlelight.

She stood there, as if enveloped in moonlight, or as if she had just emerged from the water.

Beautiful.

Wen Yu's breathing became completely disordered.

His gaze traveled down from Su Qingyao's collarbone, and he longed to pin the person in front of him to the bed and make love to her fiercely the next second.

Make her pay the price for every glance and every move she made that had flirted with him.