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

The last "baby" carried a hint of mischievous smugness, and the warmth brushed against his ear.

Wen Yu's heart melted, but he retorted against his true feelings.

"No, rejected. That title damages your husband's dignified image. Baby, you should call me husband."

Su Qingyao wasn't buying his act. She poked his firm chest with her index finger, tilted her chin up slightly, and adopted a spoiled, "I'm in charge" attitude.

"I'm your girlfriend, and girlfriends come first! What I say goes, and your refusal is invalid!"

"My little Yuyu! My little Yuyu!"

"I'll scream! I'll scream!"

Wen Yu adored her lively and spirited appearance, his eyes overflowing with indulgence.

He shook his head helplessly, reached out and ruffled her soft hair, his tone one of complete surrender.

"Alright, alright, little ancestor, it's up to you. Call me whatever you want, whatever you say."

Su Qingyao smugly hummed twice, her voice rising at the end, "That's more like it~ Are you scared of me now?"

"I'm scared, scared, scared," Wen Yu readily agreed, his eyes full of doting smiles.

"Our little princess is the boss, who wouldn't be afraid of her?"

"A princess isn't imposing enough," Su Qingyao said playfully, tossing her head. "You have to call me Your Majesty!"

Wen Yu couldn't help but laugh, his shoulders shaking slightly. "Baby, why are you being so silly?"

"Who are you calling stupid!"

Su Qingyao immediately reached out her devilish claws, pinched the soft flesh on his waist, and twisted it hard.

"Hiss—Stop, stop, stop!"

Wen Yu gasped in pain and immediately begged for mercy, her expression exaggerated, "You've murdered your husband! Your Majesty, have mercy!"

Su Qingyao finally let go, glaring at him angrily, "Aunt Ruan is so gentle and beautiful, how could she have given birth to such a...bad son!"

Wen Yu grabbed her hand, pulled her into his arms, lowered his head, and gently kissed the top of her head.

He pressed his forehead against hers, his voice low and husky with a hint of a smile.

"How could I possibly win over such a smart, beautiful, and soft-hearted girl if I didn't act a little wicked?"

A gentle light shone in his eyes. "See, your husband wasn't lying to you, was he? My mom really likes you."

Su Qingyao wrapped her arms around his waist. "Mmm, I like Aunt Ruan too. She reminds me of my mother...it's very warm."

"Of course you look alike, after all, you'll be the baby's mother someday!"

Su Qingyao glared at him reproachfully, deliberately retorting, "Hmph, I'll tell Aunt Ruan to recognize me as her goddaughter, then you won't be able to fool me~"

She made a casual joke, hoping to get back at him.

Unexpectedly, Wen Yu's eyes darkened upon hearing this, a thick desire surging within them.

He curled his lips into a smile with an ambiguous meaning, and his voice became low and husky, "Okay."

He slowly uttered two words, deliberately drawing out the last syllable, carrying a certain alluring tenderness, "*, *, *~".

Su Qingyao was taken aback by his sudden address and didn't react immediately. She subconsciously replied softly in response to his words.

"……***good?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the light in Wen Yu's eyes turn deep and intense.

He raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek, his thumb caressing the corner of her lips in an intimate way.

He leaned closer, his warm breath almost touching her lips, and asked in a low, whispered voice, each word like a hook.

"Then... baby,"

He paused, his breath mingling, "When do you plan to... * * * * ? Hmm?"

"..."

Su Qingyao's mind went blank, as if fireworks had exploded.

She blinked blankly at first, then realized the blatant double entendre in his words.

Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes were wide open, and her cheeks turned bright red at a visible speed, all the way to her ears.

Staring incredulously at the handsome yet malevolent face before him, only one thought remained in his mind.

This...this...this...can you even drive a car on this??

Wen Yu...could he have been a professional racing legend in his past life?!

Seeing her adorable expression of shock and embarrassment, Wen Yu could no longer hold back and let out a low, muffled laugh.

The laughter was filled with a triumphant pleasure and a kind of perverse sense of satisfaction.

Before she could react, his gaze fell on her slightly parted, rosy lips, his eyes darkened, and he lowered his head to kiss her.

This kiss, filled with a burning desire, instantly robbed Su Qingyao of all her ability to breathe and think.

Wen Yu reluctantly let go of her only after a waiter politely knocked on the door of the private room.

Su Qingyao's cheeks flushed, and her breathing became slightly disordered. She quickly lowered her head to straighten her not-so-disheveled clothes, trying to hide her embarrassment.

Exquisite dishes were served one after another, filling the air with their aroma.

Wen Yu rested one hand on the back of Su Qingyao's chair and the other on his chin, watching the girl, who was pretending to be calm but whose ears were actually burning red.

The mischievousness in his eyes hadn't completely faded. He lowered his voice and spoke lazily in a tone only the two of them could hear.

“**,” he emphasized the word, “Eat more food.”

His gaze lingered on her, a wicked smile curving his lips. "Eat your fill... *** is waiting for you."

The heat that had subsided on Su Qingyao's face returned, even burning brighter than before.

Without hesitation, she lifted her foot under the table and stomped hard on his leather shoes with all her might.

Wen Yu grunted, without even frowning, his smile deepening as if being stepped on was some kind of enjoyment.

Su Qingyao ignored him, turning her shame and anger into a hunger, and picked up her chopsticks to viciously devour the food on the table.

She ate with such focus, her cheeks puffing out, it was incredibly cute.

Wen Yu ate slowly with a smile on his face, spending most of his time serving her food and piling up the plates in front of her into a small mountain.

After a satisfying meal and a leisurely stroll in the evening breeze, I returned to my apartment late at night.

As soon as she entered the door, Su Qingyao was pinned against the wall in the entryway by Wen Yu.

In the darkness, his kisses were even more passionate than in the restaurant.

"Um...light..." Su Qingyao protested indistinctly.

"We'll open it later." Wen Yu's voice was hoarse beyond belief. "Let ** take good care of ** first..."

What happened next was completely out of Su Qingyao's control.

She heard him whisper in her sweaty ear, his voice low and husky with passion.

Again and again, he spoke rudely.

",."

"Um?"

"Do you like it...?"

Each word sent chills down Su Qingyao's spine.

She was furious, but her body was too weak to exert any strength. With her remaining strength, she raised her hand and slapped him several times.

That bit of force felt more like encouragement to Wen Yu.

He chuckled softly, then became even more aggressive, bringing his face closer to hers.

.......