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

After the meal, Wen Yu got up and cleared away the dishes.

Su Qingyao reached out to help, but her fingertips barely touched the rim of the bowl before he gently avoided her.

She was startled and looked up at him.

Wen Yu stacked the bowls and plates, then used one hand to pinch the tip of her nose, his voice low and gentle but leaving no room for argument.

"The kitchen is my husband's territory, the baby is not allowed in."

Su Qingyao's ears burned slightly, and she argued softly, "But..."

"No buts."

He put down his things, grasped her shoulders with both hands, and turned her around halfway so that she was facing the study.

He then leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her ear, his voice a mix of coaxing and encouragement.

"Go study, future great physicist! Final exams are just around the corner. Didn't you say you wanted to get a scholarship?"

When talking about her area of ​​expertise, Su Qingyao's eyes instantly brightened, her usual gentle demeanor giving way to a confident look.

Don't worry~

She raised her chin slightly, with an undisguised pride befitting a strong person, and said, "I'm 99% sure I can get it."

Wen Yu was amused by her confident little face and deliberately pressed her for more information.

"Oh? What about the remaining one percent?"

Su Qingyao smiled, a hint of pride in her eyes, and patted her chest with a clear, crisp sound.

"I will personally take the exam!"

The smile and love in Wen Yu's eyes were almost overflowing.

He loved seeing her like this, shining brightly and confidently in her chosen field.

That was a dazzling light that belonged only to Su Qingyao.

Su Qingyao suddenly thought of something, and looked at him with bright eyes, as if they were filled with stars.

"Once I get the scholarship, I'll treat you to a big meal!"

Wen Yu's heart melted and burned.

He gazed intently at her, nodded solemnly, and said, "Okay, I'll wait."

As he spoke, he gently nudged her back. "Go and work on your studies again, my scholarship recipient."

Su Qingyao followed his lead and walked towards the study. She turned back and smiled at him, her smile pure and radiant.

"I'm going to get my bag now, you go ahead and do your work~"

Wen Yu stood there and watched her run towards the living room, then picked up his schoolbag and turned to go into the study.

The baby didn't close the door.

She has gradually let down her guard and trust in him.

Soon, the rustling sound of pages turning and the rhythmic, subtle sound of a pen nib gliding across paper could be heard from inside.

The smile on Wen Yu's lips lingered for a long time.

He raised his hand and gently covered his chest.

There, a scalding, overflowing warmth filled the air.

So warm.

So sweet.

Good... happiness.

-

As night deepened, the light in the study cast a soft glow on Su Qingyao's profile.

She looked up, rubbed her sore eyes, and picked up her phone to check the time.

When the screen lit up, I was startled by the overwhelming number of message notifications. At the top was a chat box with Zhang Miaoke spamming the screen.

Miao Ke: "Aaaaaah, Yao Yao!! Go check the school forum! Wen Shao has gone public! He's announced your relationship! Finally, we can give those rumor-mongers a good dressing down!!"

Miao Ke: "He also posted a photo of you two together. Oh my god, when was this photo taken? You two look so good together!!! (screaming.jpg)"

Miao Ke: "Young Master Wen has compiled and published all the names and IDs of everyone who has spread rumors about you and spoken ill of you in the anonymous forum in this post!! Not a single one was missed!!"

Miao Ke: "He demanded that those people publicly apologize to you in a designated apology post using their real names!! Their attitude had to be sincere!! Otherwise... (trembling.jpg)"

Miao Ke: "He even created a special apology thread, pinned to the top of the forum alongside your official announcement post. Now the whole school is in an uproar!! I wonder who will dare to gossip behind our backs again!! Those people have gone too far!!"

Miao Ke: "We've already spontaneously come up with a CP name for you and Wen Shao: Yu Jian Qing Xin! What do you think? Isn't it super nice and perfect for you two?! The forum is full of discussions about you two and shipping you sweet moments!!"

Zhang Miaoke's messages kept popping up, and you could feel her extreme excitement and exhilaration even through the screen.

Mixed with lingering anger at those foul words, and immense joy that his friend had finally been completely cleared of his name and ushered in the open sunshine.

Su Qingyao couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Miao Ke is always like this, sincere and adorable, like a little sun that shines brightly forever.

Besides her, there were many other messages from classmates, some familiar and some just casual acquaintances.

There were heartfelt blessings, as well as apologies that were once sincere and even tinged with fear, but now seemed to have followed the crowd. The screen was filled with all sorts of messages.

Holding her phone, Su Qingyao felt her heart race as she thought of Wen Yu.

She first opened Zhang Miaoke's chat window and replied, "Thank you, Miaoke. I was just reading a book, I'll go check it out now."

After sending the message, she closed her eyes, as if she needed a bit of courage.

Then, she took a deep breath and opened the school forum on her phone that had slandered and spread rumors about her.

The icon lights up, a brief loading time... and the homepage screen appears.

At the very top, two posts, specially pinned by the administrator, highlighted in red and bold, and marked with a prominent symbol, are placed side by side.

The title is simple, direct, and impactful, reflecting Wenyu's consistently assertive style.

I am hers. @Su Qingyao

(Posted by: Wen Yu)

Apologize and make amends, or you will bear the consequences.

(Posted by: Wen Yu)

These two posts were firmly pinned to the top of the forum and became the focus of attention for all faculty and students of Peking University.

Su Qingyao's gaze was fixed on the title of the first post on the homepage.

Just as Wen Yu had told her before, he wanted everyone to know that Wen Yu belonged to Su Qingyao.

Wenyu belongs to Su Qingyao.

Ownership is clear and ownership is well-defined.

All the malicious probing and sordid speculation surrounding her appear laughable and utterly inadequate in the face of this naked and straightforward declaration.

She tapped the screen and opened the post.

The main building is a photograph.

The background is the familiar living room floor-to-ceiling window, with a gentle twilight outside.

She sat on the sofa, head down, reading a book, her profile quiet.

He approached her from behind without her noticing, his arm loosely around her shoulder, his chin resting affectionately on the top of her head, her gray hair soft in the warm light.

He smiled at the camera, his usually cold eyes brimming with tenderness and love.

Below the photo were a few lines of text.

I relentlessly pursued her, I used every means at my disposal, and I did it willingly.

[If you have any opinions, come to me; don't spread rumors about my wife.]

[I finally won her over, what if she dares to dump me because of this...]

I will kill you all.

The last sentence, ruthless and decisive, exuded a palpable sense of oppression that almost overflowed the screen.

But Su Qingyao burst out laughing as she watched.

She could even picture Wen Yu's expression when he typed out the last sentence.

He must be frowning and putting on his fiercest look, while at the same time looking pitiful and aggrieved, afraid that she would abandon him.

This realization made her incredibly soft-hearted, and she also found his naivety endearing.

The forum replies have exploded, with posts refreshing rapidly. There are countless comments, including exclamations, blessings, jokes, and even schadenfreude towards the person who was mentioned.

Su Qingyao did not browse through the mess of replies.

She clicked on the reply box and paused her fingertip on the screen for a moment.

Type it out carefully, word by word.

She is yours. @Wenyu