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

Wen Yu did not offer any further explanation.

He bent down, slipped his arms under her knees and back, and easily lifted her up in a princess carry.

He carried her to the sofa, sat down first, and then gently placed her on his lap, embracing her completely.

Wen Yu cupped Su Qingyao's face in his hands, his gaze sincere, and his voice lowered, "Baby, I was wrong."

"It won't happen again. Please forgive me, okay?"

Su Qingyao let out a soft snort and turned her head away, clearly indicating that she didn't want to pay attention to him.

Wen Yu sighed, lowered his head, and began to kiss her tenderly.

With each kiss, he would whisper a word.

"sorry."

"Give me some attention, baby."

"My husband was wrong."

"It's my brother's fault."

Warm lips landed one after another, from cheek to corner of the lips, gentle yet persistent.

Su Qingyao was flustered by his kisses, and the anger she had been trying to maintain was about to crumble. Finally, she couldn't help but raise her hand and lightly slap his face as he leaned in.

Wen Yu was jolted to the side by her slap and remained silent for several seconds.

When he slowly turned his head, there was not a trace of displeasure on his face.

Instead, her eyes were moist, and the corners of her mouth were slightly downturned, giving her a very aggrieved and pitiful look.

"Baby," he said, his voice lower, with a pitiful nasal tone.

"Are you satisfied now? If this isn't enough... we can do it again."

His eyes were very serious. "It's okay to use a little more force."

Su Qingyao's eyes widened. "I...I didn't hit you hard at all! I was very gentle just now!"

Wen Yu nodded immediately, his tone full of self-reproach, "Yes, it's my fault that the baby didn't have enough fun."

After he finished speaking, he brought his other cheek closer, showing it to her without any defenses, and even closed his eyes.

"Baby, go ahead and hit him."

Her voice was calm, even carrying a strange hint of indulgence, "My husband isn't hiding."

Su Qingyao was completely baffled by his unconventional reaction.

...Can it really be like this?

Looking at his sharply defined profile so close to her, a mischievous thought suddenly popped into her head.

She looked down at her palm to make sure she wasn't using too much force, then raised her hand.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound was particularly clear in the empty and quiet room.

After hitting Su Qingyao, he was stunned for a moment.

Good, that's a great sound.

She then bit her lower lip guiltily, watching Wen Yu's reaction with trepidation.

Wen Yu remained motionless, his head tilted to the side.

Just as Su Qingyao began to feel annoyed, wondering if she had gone too far, and was about to step forward to check on her,

Wen Yu took a deep breath, as if savoring something.

He turned his head and rubbed his cheek.

His eyes were no longer filled with the previous grievance, but had become deep and mysterious, staring intently at Su Qingyao.

A satisfied smile even appeared on the corners of his lips.

His voice was deep and hoarse, filled with undisguised excitement and trembling.

"...I'm so happy."

Wen Yu, Wen Yu was beaten senseless?

After a long while, Su Qingyao hesitated before reaching out her hand and waving it in front of him.

"Wen Yu... Wen Yu? You... have you been knocked senseless?"

She even held up three fingers and gestured earnestly in front of him, asking, "How many is this?"

Wen Yu grabbed her trembling hand, lowered his head and kissed her fingertips. "3~ Your husband isn't stupid."

"Then... then what nonsense were you spouting just now!" Su Qingyao breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Su Qingyao's concerned expression, Wen Yu said seriously, "I'm not talking nonsense."

"From now on, baby can hit me as much as they want. I can do anything wrong."

"Even if it breaks... it's okay."

Su Qingyao raised her hand and touched his forehead, murmuring, "He doesn't have a fever... why is he starting to talk nonsense?"

Wen Yu's heart trembled at her innocent yet worried and cautiously probing appearance. He couldn't help but lean over and peck her on the corner of her mouth, making a soft sound.

"Baby, how can you be so cute~" he whispered, his eyes filled with an overwhelming tenderness.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck and nuzzled her, his voice muffled, "Another day of loving the baby even more."

Su Qingyao felt ticklish from his rubbing, but her heart was filled with sweet ripples because of his straightforward words of love. Her cheeks flushed, and she murmured softly.

"How...how can you say such things..."

Wen Yu raised his head, looked into her clear eyes, and spoke each word with utmost solemnity.

"From the bottom of my heart."

Su Qingyao couldn't resist his affectionate gaze, so she hurriedly lowered her eyes and abruptly changed the subject.

"Why...why didn't you just tell me you came to Scandinavia for fun?"

Wen Yu was silent for a few seconds, then pulled her closer to him and gently rested his chin on the top of her head.

"I'm afraid you'll refuse."

"I'm also afraid that you might feel guilty about... coming out to have fun."

Wen Yu would never admit to being afraid of a rival appearing in his love life.

Su Qingyao's body stiffened for a moment.

Sensing her change, Wen Yu sighed and tightened his grip on her arm.

"I know... Auntie's car accident made you feel guilty, like you were a burden, which forced Auntie to do that."

Feeling the person in his arms becoming breathless, he lowered his voice even further.

"So you keep yourself very tense, fill your time to the brim, dare not rest, dare not relax, always feel that happiness is a sin, and feel sorry for your aunt."

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead with utmost tenderness.

"But baby, Auntie made that choice with the sole wish that you could live a better life, a life without burdens. If you feel that any ease or joy is a sin because you are carrying her life, and you don't even dare to breathe... how sad would Auntie be if she knew?"

He cupped her face in his hands, gently wiping away a tear that had rolled down her cheek, his voice incredibly tender.

"My baby is the best and most obedient daughter in the world. She certainly wouldn't want to make Auntie sad, right?"

"So, it's really okay to stop occasionally and slow down. No one will blame you."

"Auntie won't blame you. She'll just pat your head and proudly say, 'Our Yaoyao is already so amazing. She's helped Mommy so much!'"

The person in my arms began to tremble violently, their back bent over as if they could not bear the weight.

Suppressed sobs escaped from deep within his throat, hot tears falling in large drops, soaking Wen Yu's chest and burning his heart.

Wen Yu's eyes reddened, and he lowered his head to embrace the trembling girl even tighter.

His palm gently patted her back again and again.

"Cry, baby... it'll be better if you cry it out."

"My husband's hearing is bad today; he can't hear anything and doesn't know anything."

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Qingyao stretched out her arms and hugged him tightly, burying her face in his neck and bursting into tears.

The cries were heart-wrenching, as if pouring out all the grievances, fears, and pain of the past few years.

Wen Yu held her tightly, his jawline taut.

Tears silently slid down her cheeks and dripped into her hair.