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

"Old Master Zhou specifically asked to meet me a few days ago."

Wen Yu's voice cut in without warning, not loud, but carrying a heavy sense of pressure, directly interrupting Zhou Yibei's next words.

He gently twirled Su Qingyao's soft hair with his fingertips, but his sharp gaze was fixed on Zhou Yibei's face.

"You've invited me to visit the Zhou family sometime in my free time to catch up. What do you think... should I accept?"

Zhou Yibei felt as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat, his righteous indignation stuck in his throat, choking him until his face turned pale.

He cursed inwardly, wondering what had possessed his old man, who was so fond of Wen Yu, this wicked star, praising him endlessly.

If Wen Yu were to actually talk to him and embellish the story, I'd probably be packed up and thrown into some remote mountain village for some kind of "training."

He glared angrily at Wen Yu, but dared not speak out.

With a quick thought, he decided to change his strategy.

Zhou Yibei cleared his throat and turned to Su Qingyao somewhat stiffly, but his tone softened considerably.

"Su, I haven't had a chance to eat yet... Would you mind if I shared a table with you?"

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Song Yunyan, who had been observing from the sidelines with a playful smile in his eyes. "Sir, do you mind?"

Song Yunyan raised an eyebrow, having already recognized the young ancestor of the Zhou family.

The drama unfolding before me, a tapestry woven from old grudges, new jealousy, and possessiveness, is far more captivating than the dishes on the table.

He calmly spread his hands, his smile gentle and polite, "Of course I don't mind, please go ahead, Young Master Zhou."

So Zhou Yibei plopped down in the empty seat next to Song Yunyan, as if he had found a temporary ally, and his aura became two points stronger. He called out to the waiter.

"Waiter, add more food!"

The atmosphere at the small four-person table became strangely harmonious.

Zhou Yibei's goal was very clear: to cause trouble for Wen Yu.

He started by mentioning his high school days, his tone carrying a deliberate nostalgia.

"Su, do you remember how terrible I was at math in my senior year of high school? I was always dejected after every mock exam."

As he spoke, he glanced at Wen Yu's reaction out of the corner of his eye. He noticed that the other man's jawline tightened slightly, and he was secretly pleased. He continued speaking.

"Thanks to you, you never find it troublesome to lend me your neatly organized notes to copy. Not only is your handwriting neat, but you also use different colored pens to highlight the key points, which is more effective than what the teacher says."

He seemed lost in his memories, and his voice softened.

"If it weren't for your notes, my math score in the college entrance exam would definitely have been low."

Su Qingyao smiled calmly, "It's just classmates helping each other. Your good grades are a testament to your own ability."

"That's true, but I'm really grateful to you. And you look much better now than you did in high school. There was a time when you always looked tired and often skipped breakfast, so I... would often buy an extra breakfast and secretly put it on your desk."

He scratched his head, a hint of shyness in his eyes. "Back then, you always said thank you and insisted on giving me money. I felt really embarrassed."

These words, fragmented and specific, sketch out a unique and bittersweet memory of school days.

Before Wen Yu appeared, he already had memories with Su Qingyao, memories that Wen Yu could not participate in.

Wen Yu remained silent, but tightened his grip on Su Qingyao's shoulder slightly, his displeasure growing stronger.

He picked up his cup and took a sip of water. The oppressive aura emanating from him made Song Yunyan, who was opposite him, feel a chill.

Seeing Wen Yu remain silent, Zhou Yibei assumed his offensive was effective and became even bolder. He changed the subject and began to educate Su Qingyao about Wen Yu's glorious deeds.

"But Su, you probably don't know this, but some people's student days are not just about studying."

He lowered his voice mysteriously, "Young Master Wen is different from us. Back then, he was a renowned and influential figure."

"He often raced on the mountain roads in the suburbs, and the sound of his engine could wake up a bunch of people in the middle of the night. He was used to sparring and fighting with others. He had a fierce record and didn't know how to hold back. Later, he became obsessed with extreme sports, such as rock climbing and parkour. He did whatever was dangerous. Tsk tsk, his life was much more exciting than ours."

Song Yunyan put down his water glass and joined in at the opportune moment, his tone gentle yet every word sharp and incisive.

"It's good that young people are energetic, but they should pay attention to safety and also consider the feelings of those around them."

"After all, not everyone likes that kind of... dangerous life. Stability and security are probably more important to girls."

The two men worked in perfect harmony, one revealing dark secrets and the other using values ​​to suppress others.

Wen Yu finally raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Zhou Yibei and Song Yunyan's faces, as if he were looking at two clowns.

His thin lips parted slightly, as if he was about to speak—

"Wow!"

A crisp exclamation suddenly rang out.

Su Qingyao's eyes sparkled as she turned to Wen Yu with an expression of adoration, grabbing his arm and gently shaking it.

"Really, Wenyu? You can do car racing, rock climbing, and parkour? That's amazing!"

Her tone was full of pure amazement and curiosity, even with a touch of pride.

"I had no idea you were so cool! Those things sound incredibly exciting, requiring amazing physical strength and reflexes, right? No wonder you're so fit..."

She paused, her cheeks flushed slightly, but her smile remained bright.

"In short, she's incredibly amazing! Completely different from someone like me who only knows how to study!"

The starlight in her eyes as she looked at Wen Yu was almost overflowing.

……

???

Zhou Yibei was stunned.

His mouth was open, but the rest of the lines describing Wen Yu as cynical, violent, and terrifying were stuck in his throat.

Based on his understanding of Su Qingyao, he knew she might be afraid, questioning, frowning, or even resentful towards Wen Yu…

The only thing I didn't expect was that she would react like a fangirl, saying, "My boyfriend is so great."

Wen Yu was slightly taken aback, and the fierceness surging in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by gentleness and a smile.

He raised his hand and affectionately ruffled Su Qingyao's hair, his deep voice filled with pleasure.

"These were all things you did when you were young and didn't know any better. If you're interested, baby, we can take you to a safe place to experience them, but..."

He drew out his words, glancing meaningfully at Zhou Yibei, who stood there dumbfounded, and Song Yunyan, whose expression was subtle.

"He's definitely much more reliable than some people who just talk the talk."

Zhou Yibei: "..."

It felt like an invisible knife had been plunged into my chest.

Su Qingyao isn't the one who hates excitement and variables, so why is her reaction completely different?

被反将一军的他突然想起一年前闻屿揍他时，咬牙切齿吼出的「暗恋」、「情书」、「宝宝」等词语。

A bold idea popped into my head.

Struggling to suppress the smile on his lips, Zhou Yibei asked Su Qingyao in a deliberately soft tone, as if he were only mentioning a distant, trivial matter.

"Su, do you still remember that love letter from high school?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yu's warming aura suddenly plummeted to freezing point.

The veins on the back of his hand were bulging. He slowly turned his head and looked at Zhou Yibei with a gaze that was no longer cold, but filled with a poisonous killing intent, as if he would devour him alive and crush him on the spot in the next second.

Zhou Yibei, thinking he had hit Wen Yu's sore spot and made Wen Yu feel uncomfortable, instantly became smug.

He was even fearless of death, and casually added another sentence.

"You revised the draft several times back then, you were very meticulous, asking me which expression was better, right?"