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

Then, Wenyu dropped another piece of good news.

"Baby, the German medical team's itinerary has been finalized. They will arrive in northern Beijing on the 27th of this month, and will be able to conduct the first comprehensive consultation for Auntie on the morning of the 28th."

He paused, then softened his voice further.

"Maybe... when your baby's birthday comes next month, you'll be able to hear Auntie say 'Happy Birthday' to you in person."

These words warmed Su Qingyao's heart, filling her with intense anticipation.

But she quickly took a breath, calmed herself, and spoke in a soft yet clear voice.

"I'm really looking forward to it, and thank you for going to so much trouble for Mom's sake."

"But we still need to be rational and not have unrealistic fantasies. Everything depends on the assessment results and my mother's health. We'll take it slowly. I'll be content if there's hope."

Wen Yu chuckled silently on the other end of the phone.

His baby, even in the face of immense joy, maintained a precious level of clarity and resilience.

This made him feel even more heartache and even more attached to it.

"Okay, I'll listen to you, baby."

He agreed gently, then changed the subject, his tone becoming lighter, "Finished with your aunt? Are you going home? I'll come pick you up."

"No way!" Su Qingyao's tone became lively again, even carrying a hint of smugness.

"I, Su Qingyao, am now formally inviting my dear boyfriend, Mr. Wen Yu—"

She paused deliberately, then added with a smile:

"And I'll be having dinner with your future mother-in-law, Ms. Su, to celebrate my success! I wonder if Mr. Wen would do me the honor of joining us?"

A soft chuckle came from the other end of the phone, carrying a hint of ambiguity.

"Oh? Celebrating a victory..."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice tinged with amusement.

"Last night...didn't Miss Champion already celebrate with me in a special way?"

"What, still not enough?"

With a "boom," Su Qingyao's cheeks instantly turned bright red, and her ears and neck were tinged with crimson.

The teasing on the other end of the phone instantly pulled her back to the crazy memories of her last night in Shanghai.

In the presidential suite, outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was the dazzling, sleepless night view of Shanghai, but inside, the sweltering heat seemed to engulf her.

Wen Yu was tireless, demanding her again and again, branding her with his mark inside and out, over and over again.

Sweat mingled, and breaths mingled.

As she teetered on the brink of losing consciousness in her ecstasy, he mischievously whispered in her ear again and again, his voice hoarse and sensual.

"Miss Champion, did you enjoy the celebration services I've prepared especially for you?"

"Are you satisfied? Hmm?"

"Could you give me a good review, baby...?"

Those broken moans and pleas for mercy, that absurd lingering passion that only ceased as dawn approached...

Even now, recalling it still makes her legs go weak and her whole body feel hot.

If it weren't for the fact that we had to fly back to Beijing with the rest of the school the next day...

Su Qingyao had no doubt that this insatiable guy would simply keep her in Shanghai and continue that endless "celebration".

"Wenyu!"

Su Qingyao was both embarrassed and annoyed. She yelled his name into the phone, but it had no intimidating effect and sounded more like she was being coquettish.

Wen Yu chuckled softly, as if he could see her adorable, blushing face.

"Yes, Miss Champion celebrated alone with her husband last night."

His voice was tinged with laughter, then turned serious, "But I haven't had a proper celebration with my mother-in-law yet, I'll definitely be there on time."

He stopped joking and his tone became gentle again.

"Will she eat in her hospital room? Should I have someone prepare some suitable liquid food in advance?"

The slight embarrassment and annoyance in Su Qingyao's heart was quietly soothed by his considerate words in the second half of his sentence, and her voice softened as well.

"No need for special arrangements. I'll go ask a nutritionist later to see if there are any new formulas suitable for Mom. It'll be a good opportunity for her to try them and share in the joy."

Wen Yu glanced at her watch. "Then, shall we leave our meals to my husband?"

Su Qingyao responded softly, "Mm."

"It's 5:10 now. The meal will be delivered in an hour. I'll be in the ward at 6:30. See you soon, baby."

"Okay, see you in a bit."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yu looked up at Qin Yue, who was waiting beside him.

"Is the new liquid food flavor developed by the nutritionist already in the testing phase?"

"Yes, young master, there are no problems now, it can be put into use."

"Okay, get ready, we'll give it to her when the baby arrives."

As he spoke, Wen Yu lightly tapped his fingertip on the clean tabletop, "Contact Qinghuan Xiaozhu again and order a few light dishes to be delivered to the ward, all of which are her favorites."

Qin Yue nodded decisively, took out his phone, and began to relay the arrangements.

He was already used to his young master's meticulous care for Miss Su and her mother.

Su Qingyao hung up the phone and walked briskly towards the hospital's nutrition department.

When the nutritionist heard why she had come, he enthusiastically gave her a brief introduction.

Su Qingyao's eyes lit up when she heard this; it was undoubtedly good news for her mother, who had been able to eat only liquid food for a long time.

After carefully inquiring about the nutritional components and indications of each new formula, Su Qingyao happily ordered several kinds, intending to let her mother try them all and change up the flavors.

She took a bag of freshly prepared, perfectly chilled fish and vegetable-flavored liquid food and headed towards the ward building.

Su Qingyao walked with light steps, her mind already planning the small celebration banquet she would be having with the most important person in the world; even breathing felt blissful.

Just as she reached the bottom of the inpatient building, she saw a figure in a wheelchair in the distance, seemingly taking a walk to clear her head.

Su Qingyao paused, her smile freezing slightly.

It is Song Yunyan.

He sat in a wheelchair, wearing a hospital gown with a coat casually draped over his shoulders.

His face was an unhealthy pale, and his lips were bloodless, but even so, he still wore a seemingly gentle smile.

Su Qingyao felt somewhat hesitant, even slightly dazed.

The last time I saw him was more than a month ago. He came to visit his mother with tonics and had a falling out with Wen Yu.

How come, after only a short time, when I saw him again, he was... sitting in a wheelchair, looking sickly and weak?

Song Yunyan turned his head as if by accident, spotted her, and exclaimed in surprise, "Qingyao? It's you."

His voice sounded a little weak. "Long time no see."

Su Qingyao composed herself and smiled politely but distantly, "Brother Yunyan, it's been a long time."

Her gaze swept over his pale face and wheelchair, and she hesitated before speaking, "Are you... sick? Or..."

Song Yunyan revealed a weak smile at the opportune moment, lowering his eyelids slightly to perfectly conceal the gloom and anger in his eyes.

Seeing Su Qingyao's oblivious and delighted expression, he felt a tightness in his chest.

He contacted her for over a month!

I called countless times, but no one answered. I sent message after message, but they all disappeared without a trace.

He went to great lengths to transfer her to the Central Hospital of Beijing North City, and almost every day he would "coincidentally" run into her near her mother's ward, finally managing to catch her alone today.

And she just casually said, "Long time no see?"

Not to mention his injuries, which, when traced back to their source, were all thanks to Wen Yu.