pjbooks Chapter 107 The Baby Has a Secret
Chapter 107 The Baby Has a Secret
It seems like the baby is spending more time in the lab now.
Sometimes when I answer his call, the background noise is unusually quiet, and he hangs up after only a few hurried words.
During their free time, she would say she wanted to visit her mother when they went on a date. He wanted to accompany her, but she would vaguely say that she could go by herself.
One or two times might be a coincidence, but if it happens too often...
Wen Yu's heart, which was already unusually sensitive because of her, was gradually enveloped by a strange, bittersweet unease.
Is your baby... annoyed by his clinginess?
Or did Song Yunyan say something to her in private?
Do they still have contact?
The thought of the latter sent chills down Wen Yu's spine, as if he had been plunged into ice water.
Reason told him that the baby wasn't that kind of person, and she said that they were even and there would be no more private contact.
But emotionally, the overwhelming sense of panic almost overwhelmed him.
He is afraid.
She was afraid that her baby would get tired of his company, and that her love would become a burden.
I'm even more afraid of other people appearing around my baby.
She's so perfect, it's normal for anyone to fall in love with her, while I'm so worthless.
He checked everything about Bao Bao and Song Yunyan's childhood. Song Yunyan did provide Bao Bao with companionship and care when he was young, but they lost contact after he became an adult.
Not to mention that during the most difficult period for the baby, Song Yunyan was having a great time abroad.
Is simply the companionship during childhood enough to make a child feel grateful?
Why didn't he appear sooner?
Regret overwhelmed him.
The unease grew stronger and stronger, almost threatening to engulf Wenyu.
Especially tonight, he ended his social engagement early and went home, wanting to give her a surprise.
But through the crack in the study door that wasn't closed quite a bit, he saw her writing and drawing on a piece of paper.
He went inside, but Su Qingyao immediately pulled back, looking flustered.
Wen Yu forced a smile, gestured for her to continue, then gently closed the door and retreated to the living room.
Sitting in the darkness, a turbulent mix of emotions—grievance, sadness, suspicion, and possessiveness—churned within me.
He tried hard to recall every detail of this period, attempting to find any clues.
The baby's evasive eyes, his mumbled words, and his actions that clearly indicated he was hiding something...
All of this seems to have started shortly after Song Yunyan was discharged from the hospital.
Could it be that Song Yunyan used a strategy of retreat to advance, and somehow influenced the baby?
Once this idea takes hold, it grows wildly like weeds.
Wen Yu took a deep breath, picked up his phone, went to the balcony, and dialed Qin Yue's number.
The game in the east of the city is still ongoing. Once this game is over, the Song family will be completely finished.
But before that, he had many other things to do.
He instructed Qin Yue to begin dealing with Song Yunyan.
As expected, Song Yunyan was entangled in all sorts of troubles, so busy that he had no time to attend to anything else.
After hanging up the phone, Wen Yu returned to the living room and sat quietly on the sofa to wait.
After an unknown amount of time, the study door was gently pushed open.
Su Qingyao rubbed her sore eyes and came out. She was startled when she saw him sitting in the dark.
"Baby Yu Yu?"
She tentatively called out and fumbled to turn on the floor lamp beside her.
The warm yellow light dispelled the darkness and illuminated Wen Yu's expressionless profile.
Why are you sitting here without turning on the light?
She walked over in her slippers, naturally turned and sat in his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her cheek against his shoulder, and spoke in a soft, sweet voice.
"What's wrong? Are you having trouble with your studies or something going wrong at work?"
Wen Yu immediately tightened his arms around her slender waist, his grip a little too tight, with a feeling of being reunited after losing something.
He buried his face deep in the crook of her neck, taking deep breaths, as if only then could he confirm her presence.
He didn't ask her what she was doing in the study, nor did he mention any speculation about Song Yunyan.
He used all his restraint to suppress the surging jealousy and unease, his voice muffled, carrying a hint of vulnerability and helplessness.
"Baby...have you been avoiding me these past few days?"
Su Qingyao's body stiffened slightly, and a hint of shyness and panic flashed across her face as if she had been seen through, but it was quickly covered up by a smile.
She stepped back slightly, cupped his face in her hands, traced his slightly furrowed brow with her fingertips, blinked, and spoke in a sweet, mysterious tone.
"No... I'm just making something very... mysterious!"
She leaned close to his ear, as if sharing a huge secret.
"It'll be ready soon! You'll find out in a couple of days! It'll be a surprise!"
Wen Yu's heart was clenched tightly, and a sour pain spread slowly and steadily.
Sure enough... the baby didn't want to tell him.
Does the baby have a secret from him?
She no longer trusts him?
This thought, like a poisonous ivy, coiled around his heart, bringing a suffocating, dull pain.
He lowered his eyes, concealing the dark turmoil within them and the barely suppressed obsession.
It's okay.
He said to himself.
As long as my baby is still in my arms, by my side... I can do anything.
The next second, he raised his head, seized her alluringly glossy lips, and kissed her deeply.
This kiss was different from the usual tenderness; it carried a hint of plunder and a domineering assertion of dominance, brooking no resistance and almost stealing her breath.
Caught off guard, Su Qingyao let out a soft moan and tried to struggle, but he quickly swept her up in his arms and strode toward the bedroom.
"Wenyu...?"
She was somewhat bewildered by his sudden intensity.
Wen Yu gently placed her on the bed, then covered her with his body, silencing her unspoken questions with even more passionate kisses and burning caresses.
He exerted himself particularly hard tonight, as if using the most primal means to soothe his unease and panic.
Su Qingyao initially cooperated, but soon couldn't take it anymore.
Tears welled up, and she pleaded in a sob, "Waaah... Yu Yu..."
"No... I have an experiment tomorrow..."
Wen Yu kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes, his voice hoarse.
"Baby, you're lying."
"I really want it."
"Baby,."
"Look at me, baby...call my name."
Su Qingyao was driven to the brink of unconsciousness by him and could only call out intermittently.
"Wenyu... Yuyu..."
Later, she was so exhausted that she cried herself to sleep.
The fierce waves finally subsided.
Wen Yu, however, did not let go of her.
He held her tightly in his arms, her body drenched in sweat and limp as a boneless womb.
He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, eyes, nose, swollen lips, and tear-stained cheeks again and again with utmost tenderness.
"Baby……"
He whispered in her ear, his voice hoarse, "You are mine."
"You are mine."
"mine."
As the night deepened, he held her even tighter in his arms.
It was as if he wanted to embed her into his very bones and blood, never to be separated again.