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

After leaving, Wen Yu did not immediately return to the ward.

He walked to a quiet corner of the hall, took out his phone, and dialed Qin Yue's number.

"Closely monitor all of Song Yunyan's recent movements, intercept his messages and phone calls to the baby, and don't let him get in our way again."

"In addition, the number of staff looking after Aunt Su has been doubled, visitor management in the ward has been strengthened, and no one is allowed to visit without the explicit consent of the baby and me. The research progress in the United States has been accelerated."

"Also, isn't the Song family trying to ride the coattails of the East City project?"

Wen Yu looked out the window, his tone casual and indifferent.

"Find a suitable reason, give them an opening, lure them into a trap, and then let them fail at the last minute. Do it cleanly."

"Send people to the Song family again to cause trouble and give them some problems. Don't hold back, smash and damage them as much as you want. Even if the Song family is smashed hundreds of times, I can afford to pay for it."

After hanging up the phone, he stood there for a moment, letting the cold and fierce aura around him slowly dissipate.

Only after his eyes regained their composure did he straighten his clothes, turn around and walk towards the elevator, pressing the button for the floor where Su's mother's ward was located.

When he pushed open the ward door, there was no trace of coldness on his face, only gentleness and a smile.

"Baby, I'm home."

He sat down next to Su Qingyao, took her hand, and gently stroked the back of her hand with his fingertips. "Have you been waiting long?"

Su Qingyao grasped his hand back and shook her head. "No, you two...are you finished talking?"

"Yes, we're done talking."

Wen Yu brushed it off lightly, his gaze lingering on her somewhat tired eyes and brows.

"Are you tired from some trivial work? Do you want to lean on your husband and rest for a while?"

He gently pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, and looked at Su's mother sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed.

Deep within his eyes lies a resolute protection that no one is allowed to tamper with.

He knows his baby.

She is pure and innocent, and would not speculate about people's hearts with malice.

She silently remembers everyone who shows her kindness and cherishes their kindness for a long time.

Moreover, Song Yunyan did indeed provide Bao Bao with brief moments of warmth and companionship when she was young.

Wen Yu was jealous and envious of the past times that belonged to her but in which he had not been a part of them.

He wished he could turn back time and go back to that moment, completely erasing the shadow standing beside her and replacing it with himself.

But he could not change the past; he could only hold on to the present.

He didn't tell Bao Bao to stop seeing Song Yunyan. He knew Bao Bao was sentimental and would feel guilty even if she agreed.

The most direct and effective way is to completely sever all possible connections with Song Yunyan.

The slight ripples caused by Song Yunyan would be completely suppressed by him.

His world cannot tolerate any unstable factors that might make the baby frown.

He would shield her from all the storms and hardships of life.

Su Qingyao leaned against Wen Yu's chest, the comforting, cool scent surrounding her nose, and her tense nerves unconsciously relaxed.

She didn't press Song Yunyan further, but simply nestled quietly against him, feeling the steady, powerful heartbeat beneath his chest.

"Mom's fingers today," she suddenly whispered, her voice carrying a subtle yet persistent hope.

"It seems... it moved a little."

She paused, then added, "Aunt Zhou also said that the brainwave activity detected by the instruments recently has slightly increased compared to the previous few months."

Wen Yu tightened his arms around her, his tone carrying a resolute gentleness.

"Yes, that's a sign of improvement. It seems... my future mother-in-law is eager to wake up and see her son-in-law with her own eyes."

His words dispelled some of Su Qingyao's heavy mood, and she couldn't help but laugh and lightly punch him.

"Shameless Wen Yu! If Mom wakes up and finds out you've kidnapped me, you'll probably be the first one she scolds."

Wen Yu raised an eyebrow, pinched her soft cheek with his fingertips, and smiled confidently.

"I don't believe it. I'm sure I'll win Auntie's favor. My mother-in-law might even praise me for having good taste."

"You're so narcissistic~" Su Qingyao was amused by him, and the gloom in her heart dissipated a little.

Wen Yu took the opportunity to move closer, his warm breath brushing against her ear, his voice low and seductive.

"My husband doesn't have the confidence to back it up, huh?"

He got so close that his handsome, almost unreal face was magnified in front of him.

Even though they were together day and night, Su Qingyao would often be momentarily lost in thought about his face.

Her heart skipped a beat, her face flushed, and she buried her face in his firm chest, muttering softly, "I won't look, I won't look... I won't tell."

Wen Yu's deep laughter resonated from his chest, filled with satisfied pleasure.

He held her tighter, rubbed his chin against the top of her head, and gently stroked her small earlobe with his thumb.

After the joke, his voice returned to its usual calm and reliable tone.

"Baby, I've contacted a top-notch team of neurorehabilitation experts in Germany. They'll be coming to China next month for academic exchanges. I've already made arrangements; they'll come and give Auntie a comprehensive consultation to see if there are any more advanced and optimized support plans."

Wenyu is always like this.

Never crush the hope she so carefully held, nor offer blind encouragement.

Instead, they quietly and practically paved the way for her and provided the strongest support.

Su Qingyao felt a warm glow in her heart. She looked up, her eyes filled with gratitude, but also a hint of apprehension.

"Wouldn't this be...too much trouble? It's so hard to find a team of experts..."

"It's no trouble at all."

Wen Yu interrupted her, his tone matter-of-fact, as if it were only natural for him to use any resources for her.

"Any approach that can help my future mother-in-law's recovery is worth trying."

His gaze fell on her still somewhat worried expression, his voice softened, and a mischievous smile flickered in his eyes.

"Besides, the sooner my mother-in-law wakes up, the sooner I, as her prospective son-in-law, can officially become her husband, and the sooner I can bring the baby home."

He lowered his head and nuzzled her affectionately with the tip of his nose, his tone clearly revealing his ulterior motives.

"In order to marry my wife as soon as possible, I, as her future son-in-law, must work twice as hard and perform well!"

Su Qingyao's cheeks flushed slightly at his straightforward yet somewhat roguish marriage proposal. She let out a soft hum and deliberately raised her delicate chin.

"Dream on! I'm only nineteen, a whole year away from the legal marriage age."

"Yes, that's why time is tight."

Wen Yu nodded, his smile deepening.

"I have to work twice as hard to make sure my mother-in-law wakes up and kisses me next year, so I can...bring her home...before my baby turns twenty!"

"I don't want to get married so early!"

Su Qingyao clenched her small fist and threatened her, "You wish! I'm not going to let you off so easily."

Wen Yu wasn't annoyed at all. He took her mischievous little hand in his palm and readily changed his tune.

"Alright, alright, no rush to get married. Let's get engaged first. We need a proper status so I can take good care of my future wife, right?"

"got engaged?"

Su Qingyao's train of thought was diverted by him, and she blinked.

Suddenly remembering something, she put her hands on her hips, tilted her head back, and adopted a accusatory stance.

"Engaged? Wen, I haven't even met your parents yet! Isn't this process a bit too rushed?"