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

After settling the bill, Wen Yu took Su Qingyao's hand and held her completely in his warm palm, leading her out of the private room.

The unfamiliar touch from her palm made Su Qingyao extremely uncomfortable. She tried to pull away, but Wen Yu held her even tighter.

"Why are you dodging? A girlfriend's hand is for her boyfriend to hold, isn't it?"

Su Qingyao pursed her lips, and finally gave up struggling, letting him lead her.

When they reached the car, Wen Yu opened the door for her, shielding her head as she sat in the passenger seat.

As he bent down to fasten her seatbelt, his fresh and pleasant scent instantly enveloped Su Qingyao.

Su Qingyao held her breath and leaned back slightly, trying to create some distance.

Wen Yu noticed her little movement, paused, looked up at her, and the two were very close.

"So nervous?" He chuckled, the seatbelt buckle making a soft "click".

"You'll have to get used to it."

The word "later" made Su Qingyao's heart tighten.

The car drove smoothly toward Peking University. When they were almost at the school gate, Su Qingyao couldn't help but say, "Just stop at the intersection ahead, I'll walk in myself."

Wen Yu glanced at her, his tone devoid of emotion, "What, am I really that unpresentable?"

"No..." Su Qingyao quickly denied, her voice lowering, "Didn't we agree not to make it public?"

Wen Yu snorted softly, and although he was dissatisfied, he still stopped on the roadside some distance from the school gate.

Su Qingyao breathed a sigh of relief and was about to unbuckle her seatbelt and get out of the car when Wen Yu grabbed her hand.

Wen Yu turned to look at her, "Baby, give me your phone."

Su Qingyao hesitated for a moment, but still obediently unlocked her phone and handed it to him.

Wen Yu took the phone and quickly tapped the screens of the two people with his fingertips, his movements as fluid as if he had rehearsed it countless times.

When he handed the phone back, Su Qingyao looked down and her eyes widened.

In her WeChat interface, the chat with him was forcibly pinned to the top, with a note that made her cheeks burn.

My dearest husband.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Yu shook her phone screen, and her chat box was also placed at the top, with the note being even more straightforward.

My darling wife.

Su Qingyao had never been in a relationship before, and was momentarily stunned by such a direct and cheesy way of addressing her. She could only stare blankly at the screen, her ears gradually turning blush.

Seeing her bewildered and shy expression, Wen Yu was overjoyed and reached out to ruffle her hair.

"Remember this, baby, you have a boyfriend now, understand?"

Enveloped by the certainty in his words, Su Qingyao nodded in agreement.

Wen Yu smiled with satisfaction, then leaned closer again.

Su Qingyao instinctively closed her eyes in nervousness, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, but the kiss she had anticipated did not land on her lips.

Instead, it was gently imprinted on her forehead, carrying a cherished warmth.

"Go back and get some rest."

His deep voice rang in my ears, carrying an air of undeniable authority, "I'll be waiting for you downstairs for breakfast at 7:30 tomorrow morning."

"Need not……"

Su Qingyao wanted to refuse as soon as she heard that.

A slender finger gently pressed against her lips, interrupting her before she could speak.

Wen Yu's eyes gleamed with cunning as he coaxed, "Baby, don't be nervous."

He spoke casually, as if he were making a perfectly normal suggestion.

"It was just classmates having breakfast together; no one would suspect we were dating."

Goodnight, my baby.

Su Qingyao practically fled from the car, her steps somewhat unsteady.

Only when she stepped into the familiar school gate and felt the evening breeze on her cheeks did her heart, which had been beating wildly because of him, slowly regain its steady rhythm.

She looked back and saw the sports car still parked in the same spot. She could almost picture the face in the car window watching her leave without blinking.

"bite--"

A notification tone sounds at the right time, and the screen lights up.

My dear husband: "Baby turned around and looked at me, I'm so happy."

Then, my phone rang with a crisp notification sound; it was a bank transfer notification.

Amount: 1,314000.00, with a note attached: Wen Yu voluntarily gifted this to Su Qingyao. It's only natural for a husband to spend money on his wife.

Su Qingyao's hand trembled, and her heart skipped a beat uncontrollably.

This gift, far exceeding the amount of "salary," carried an undeniable force and a solemn promise.

Before she could recover from the shock, news of Wen Yu came one after another.

Dear husband: "Baby is so cute, I love you so much."

My dear husband: "I absolutely love it!"

My dear husband: "Baby, are you standing still, waiting for me to get out of the car and take you to your dorm?"

Su Qingyao hurriedly replied, "I'm coming back right away, don't come down."

Yao Yao: "You spun it too much."

The other party replied almost instantly.

Dear husband: "There's no limit. I'm happy when my wife spends my money. Baby, please accept it without worry. It's a gift I gave voluntarily."

My dear husband: "I can't wait to see the baby tomorrow."

My dear husband: "How can you love my baby so much?"

As Su Qingyao walked, she kept looking at the increasingly blatant and cheesy messages popping up on the screen, her cheeks burning hot.

She had never been expressed with such fervor before, and was momentarily at a loss for words, finally managing to reply with a cute bunny emoji in a flustered manner.

The rabbit holding the carrot perfectly mirrored her heart, which had nowhere to hide at that moment.

-

When Su Qingyao returned to the dormitory, Zhang Miaoke was wearing a face mask and watching a drama. As soon as she saw Su Qingyao come in, she immediately sat up straight.

"Yaoyao, your tutoring session ended a long time ago, why are you so late coming home?"

Zhang Miaoke peeled off her face mask and, seeing Su Qingyao's cheeks, leaned closer with sparkling eyes.

"Why is your face so red? What happened?!"

Su Qingyao subconsciously touched her burning cheeks and stammered, "No... I was just walking a little too fast."

Zhang Miaoke looked at her suspiciously. "Really?"

Just as I was about to explain, my phone vibrated.

Honey: "Have you arrived at the dorm yet?"

My dear husband: "I miss you."

Zhang Miaoke caught a glimpse of the note on the screen, gasped, and raised her voice eight octaves.

"My dear husband?! Su Qingyao! When did you—"

Su Qingyao quickly covered her mouth, lowering her voice like a thief, "Miaoke, keep your voice down!"

Under Zhang Miaoke's intense gaze, Su Qingyao had no choice but to briefly explain that she and Wen Yu would try dating for the time being and keep it a secret.

Of course, she omitted the million dollars and the deal behind it, only saying that they had feelings for each other.

"My God..." Zhang Miaoke clutched her chest, her face filled with shock. "You actually managed to win over Young Master Wen! That's Wen Yu!"

She shook Su Qingyao's shoulders excitedly, "How far have you two progressed? Holding hands? Kissing?!"

Su Qingyao blushed at her question, and the gentle kiss in the car and the warm touch on her forehead involuntarily floated into her mind.

"Just...just like a normal dating relationship," she mumbled, trying to brush it off.

Just then, the phone rang again.

This time it was a video call invitation, and the words "My dear husband" popped up on the screen.