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

Wen Yu gently cupped Su Qingyao's face, speaking each word slowly and clearly.

"Let everyone know that I am yours."

"Everything I have, my present and my future, my joys and sorrows, my everything, belongs to you."

"I would gladly give it my heart and give it to you."

He leaned forward slightly, his forehead touching hers, their breaths mingling.

"I want to pick you up from get out of class every day, walk side by side with you on any road, and openly hold your hand to treat you well."

"I want the whole world to know that Wen Yu loves Su Qingyao."

"I only love Su Qingyao."

His gaze was intensely focused, surging with a burning intensity of emotion, yet enveloped in ultimate tenderness, laid bare before her, completely unreserved.

"Baby, how about we go public with our relationship?"

Su Qingyao was deeply shaken by this overwhelming and straightforward expression of love.

Wen Yu said that he was hers.

It's not "You are mine," but "I am yours."

These subtle differences in wording have vastly different meanings.

He did not place himself in a superior position, nor did he use a gesture of claiming sovereignty to enclose her into his territory.

On the contrary, he took the initiative to bend down and offer up all his possessions with both hands, placing them reverently in her palms.

He placed himself in a position of being defined and belonging.

It was as if she was the absolute controller in this relationship, while he was merely a believer waiting to be recognized by her with trepidation and anticipation.

Such a self-deprecating declaration of allegiance made Su Qingyao's heart tremble.

Wen Yu laid bare his burning, unreserved sincerity before her.

It's not that I want to possess you.

It is I who long to be possessed by you.

This doesn't seem like the intensity of a relationship that's only been going on for a little over a month.

It was too heavy and too hot, as if Wen Yu had loved her for a very, very long time.

But clearly... they didn't know each other before.

After the initial shock subsided, a feeling of surprise and joy welled up inside me—a feeling of being so cherished and valued.

But what followed closely was inferiority and timidity.

Such a dazzling Wen Yu stands on the clouds, admired by all.

She had just struggled to crawl out of the mud, her body still covered in dirt and wounds.

How could she possibly be worthy of him?

Her eyelashes trembled violently, and finally, unable to withstand the burning light in his eyes, she lowered her eyes in a disheveled manner, trying to hide.

Wen Yu seemed to know what she was thinking. He gently lifted her chin, not allowing her to escape, and forced her to meet his gaze again.

"Baby," he said, gazing into her flustered, darting eyes, his voice extremely slow.

"Don't worry about so much, just tell me what's really on your mind."

Su Qingyao bit her lips until they turned white, and struggle, hesitation, and confusion flashed in her eyes.

Ultimately, those self-doubting thoughts prevailed, and she almost breathed out the sentence with difficulty.

"Wen Yu... I... I'm not worthy of him—"

"I'm not good enough for you, baby."

Wen Yu cut her off abruptly, his voice firm and resolute, as he was about to utter his self-deprecating remarks.

His hands, which were cupping her face, tightened slightly. There was no hint of jest or perfunctoriness in his eyes, only absolute seriousness, and even a trace of pain.

"The Su Qingyao I know is clean, pure, kind, and sincere like an uncut crystal... You possess the most precious and beautiful qualities in this world."

"And me?"

He gave a self-deprecating twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"What I possess are merely some cold, material possessions that I was born with. Without them, I am nothing, not even..."

He wanted to say something demeaning to completely reverse the power dynamic between them, but Su Qingyao reached out and covered his mouth first.

Her eyes were still red, like a wronged little rabbit, protesting softly.

"What kind of nonsense is this... No one would try to prove they're not good enough for someone by desperately belittling themselves."

She looked at him with clear and earnest eyes, speaking each word with unwavering certainty.

"Wenyu, you are so good, you are the best in the whole world."

As Wen Yu listened, his eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

Only his baby would be so silly and unconditionally good to him.

He's not good.

He was never good.

The real him is violent, dark, selfish, and paranoid, with coldness and calculation flowing through his bones; it seems that all negative words can be piled up on him.

It is a palace that is outwardly glamorous but inwardly rotten.

She was the only ray of light that shone in, making him willingly paint a rosy picture and pretend to be harmless.

For his baby, he was willing to pretend to be well-behaved, willing to wear a gentle mask, and willing to lock up the ferocious beast in his heart.

As long as his baby is well.

As long as I can be with my baby.

Wen Yu lowered his head and placed a very light kiss on the palm of her hand that was covering her lips.

When she looked up again, her eyes were filled with a gentle smile.

"The most wonderful Wen Yu in the world, and the most beautiful Su Qingyao in the world."

He leaned closer to her, their breaths mingling, "Aren't we... a perfect match?"

He spoke with an air of self-satisfaction and pride, "We're a match made in heaven."

As if to prove it, he began to search his mind for all the beautiful words, clumsily and earnestly trying to come out of them.

"A perfect match, a match made in heaven, a match made in heaven, a perfect couple, a golden union, a perfect match, a harmonious union, a golden boy and a jade girl, a beautiful and talented couple..."

Seeing him rattle off a long string of idioms, trying his best to make her happy, Su Qingyao felt a gentle touch on the softest part of her heart, and couldn't help but burst into laughter through her tears.

"Anything else?" she asked deliberately, her voice nasal.

Wen Yu frowned as if troubled, thought about it seriously for a moment, then slumped his shoulders and said in a pitiful tone.

"My vocabulary is completely gone... Baby, what should I do? Is your husband really that stupid?"

Su Qingyao was amused by him and gently flicked his forehead with her hand.

"Idiot Wenyu, you're such an idiot!"

Seeing her brows relax and a slightly smug smile appear on her face, Wen Yu's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, settled down, and a genuine warmth welled up in his eyes.

"Your stupidity is yours to bear, you can't escape it now~"

He made no secret of his affection for her, and even began to dream about the future.

"Not only will she not be able to escape, but from now on, our family's finances will be entirely controlled by the baby. The husband will be responsible for earning money, and the baby will be responsible for spending it, okay?"

Su Qingyao blushed and muttered softly, "Well... that has to wait until after we get married."

"Of course~" Wen Yu nodded readily, but his eyes were deep and serious.

"Husband, you'd better work harder to marry my little fairy as soon as possible... My baby is such a good person, she can only be mine."

Looking into his focused and gentle eyes, Su Qingyao felt the last trace of gloom and unease in her heart dissipate with his burning warmth.

She gently wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her face in the crook of his shoulder, her voice muffled, yet filled with complete trust and tenderness.

"Thank you, Wenyu."

Then she looked up and leaned closer to him, placing a very light kiss on his cheek.

She stepped back slightly, her cheeks flushed, but her eyes sparkled as she stared at him.

"Let's go public, Wenyu."

"Love should be expressed openly and honestly!"