pjbooks Chapter 119 Lock her up
Chapter 119 Lock her up
Su Qingyao pulled Wen Yu to the door of room 521 at Guiyu Hotel.
Suppressing her excitement, she put a finger to her lips and whispered mysteriously, "My darling Yuyu, close your eyes!"
Upon hearing this, Wen Yu obediently nodded and closed his eyes.
When vision is deprived, other senses become exceptionally acute.
He could smell the faint fragrance in the baby's hair, feel her hand holding his, and hear the sound of the room card being swiped through the door lock.
The door opened, and Su Qingyao peeked out.
Everything was just as perfect as when she left. Su Qingyao breathed a sigh of relief, her heart finally at ease.
Then she led Wen Yu inside step by step, and Wen Yu was led to a spot to stand.
Su Qingyao adjusted her breathing, leaned closer, and her cheerful voice rang in Wen Yu's ears.
"Ta-da! Baby Yu Yu, you can open your eyes now!"
Wen Yu slowly opened his eyes.
Knowing beforehand and witnessing it firsthand are two completely different kinds of shock.
The photograph only freezes the image, but at this moment, all the colors, light and shadow, atmosphere, along with the expectant and tense atmosphere of the people around him, vividly flood into his senses.
Pale blue and silver-white balloons cluster around the ceiling, interspersed with twinkling warm yellow strings of lights.
The entire room is decorated in a blue color scheme.
He only mentioned liking blue once, but the baby remembered it.
On the table, sofa, and carpet, there were stacks of gift boxes of all sizes and different packaging, all of which were surprises carefully prepared by the baby.
At his feet was a field of fiery rose hearts, and his name.
My eyes suddenly welled up with tears, and a hot, sour feeling quickly welled up inside me.
His heart was pounding, sending a dizzying throbbing sensation through him.
Really like.
I feel so much urge that my chest tightens and my throat feels blocked, and I can't say a word.
He loved her so much he felt like drowning in the loving blue ocean she had created for him.
"How is it? Do you like it?"
Su Qingyao leaned closer to him, tilted her head back, and blinked her eyes. "I spent almost an hour arranging this heart-shaped petal, and I was always worried it wouldn't look pretty enough."
Wen Yu nodded vigorously, his gaze lingering greedily on every detail before finally returning to her face, his eyes brimming with an intense, unyielding love.
Su Qingyao felt a little embarrassed by his gaze and pulled him toward the nearest gift box.
The box wasn't large; it was wrapped in dark blue satin paper and tied with a silver ribbon, making it look quite exquisite.
"Here, let's start with this! Open it and take a look~"
Wen Yu squatted down, his gaze lingering on the box for a while before he stretched out his slender fingers and very carefully and slowly untied the ribbon and lifted the lid.
On the velvet lining lay an exquisitely crafted gold longevity lock.
The lock is small, with auspicious cloud patterns in relief, and a small "屿" character in the middle that gleams with a warm luster under the light.
Three delicate little bells hang from the bottom, producing a soft, clear sound when moved gently.
Su Qingyao's voice rang out from the side, carrying a smile and a hint of anticipation.
Happy birthday to my one-year-old Yuyu! I'm giving you a longevity lock to bless my Yuyu with health, long life, peace, and to stay with me for a very long time.
Wen Yu's fingertips trembled slightly.
He gently picked up the longevity lock, the cool metallic touch burning into his palm, reaching the deepest part of his heart.
It felt as if a thousand fireworks were exploding in his heart, the dazzling light and deafening roar making him dizzy and almost unable to stand.
He lowered his head and reverently kissed the cold lock face.
Then immediately unbutton the top two buttons of your shirt collar, thread the red string through your neck, and put the longevity lock on properly.
The slight heaviness pressed against the skin below his collarbone; the baby's blessing made him so happy he was almost dying.
"Baby, I like it very much."
He raised his hand, his palm pressed tightly against the gold lock. "I will wear it forever, always."
Seeing his serious expression, Su Qingyao's face flushed slightly, and she whispered a reminder, "Actually... you could put it away. Wouldn't it be a little strange for someone your age to wear a longevity lock?"
"I don't blame you," Wen Yu immediately retorted, his hands protecting the longevity lock on his chest, his eyes stubborn, like a puppy guarding its food.
"What the baby gives me is mine." The tone was one of unquestionable possessiveness.
"Okay, okay, it's yours, it's all yours." Su Qingyao felt helpless and amused, but her heart melted.
She quickly pulled him toward the next, even bigger gift box. "Come on, look at the next present!"
Wen Yu reluctantly put down the hand that was protecting the longevity lock and followed her over, but his fingertips still touched the coolness on her neck from time to time.
The second gift box was opened, and inside was a chibi-style doll about 30 centimeters tall.
The doll was dressed in a light blue sweater and white skirt similar to Su Qingyao's outfit today. She had soft chestnut curly hair, big round black eyes, and a cute smile. She was also holding a mini heart-shaped pillow in her arms.
She's a miniature version of Su Qingyao.
Su Qingyao's face inevitably turned red, her eyes darted around, and her voice grew softer and softer.
"Um... I was thinking that my two-year-old Yuyu probably likes to sleep with a doll, right? So I had one of me custom-made. Do you... like it?"
In response to her was Wen Yu's incredibly bright eyes and his fierce, passionate actions.
He scooped the little doll out of the box, hugged it tightly, and rubbed his cheek against the doll's soft face.
He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss the doll's forehead and cheeks several times, with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to knead the doll into his own body.
"like."
His voice was muffled, coming from above the doll's head, filled with barely suppressed excitement.
"I love it so much."
He hugged the doll and kissed every part of it carefully before raising his head to look at the real Su Qingyao in front of him.
His eyes had completely changed; they were now incredibly deep, churning with fiery magma.
His gaze was intense and focused, filled with undisguised desire and possessiveness, as if he were about to devour her and the doll together, completely merging them into one.
Su Qingyao's heart trembled under his gaze, her ears burned, and she gave him a coquettish glare.
"What are you looking at! Hurry up and take down the third one!"
Wen Yu smiled, kissed the little doll in his arms again with obvious affection, and then hugged the doll tightly as he walked toward the third gift box.
The box was flat and large, wrapped in starry-patterned wrapping paper and tied with a dark blue velvet ribbon.
He squatted down, placed the little girl in his arms on his knees, and reached for the ribbon with his free hand.
Lifting the lid, inside lies a beautifully bound picture book of "The Little Prince," with a classic pale yellow background and the Little Prince wearing a scarf on the cover.
He gently picked up the picture book and opened the hard cover.
On the title page, instead of printed text, there was Su Qingyao's delicate and somewhat charming handwriting:
"Hello, my three-year-old Yu Yu!"
"I'm your personal sleep aid for tonight, Yaoyao."
Scan the QR code below to listen to a bedtime story I recorded for you. Close your eyes obediently~
Below is a hand-drawn, cute star-shaped QR code.
Wen Yu's breathing froze.
He remained motionless, still with the open page in his hand, only the heart inside his chest, after a few seconds of deathly silence, began to pound wildly, making his eardrums buzz.
His childhood was a vast, cold mansion, filled with rules and etiquette he had to learn, and countless nights spent sleeping alone.
A bedtime story? A gentle lullaby?
That was a distant and vague existence in the lives of other children; he only had himself, Qin Yue, and a group of servants.
Wen Tianyao only had eyes for his mother, not for him. His mother was forced to give birth to him, and from the beginning, he was an unblessed being.
Even after reconciling with his mother and trying their best to make amends, those dark nights spent alone curled up on the large bed, those moments of fear where he could only hear his own breathing in the silence, had long become an indelible regret in his bones and blood.
He never thought, nor did he ever dare to hope, that this regret would one day be filled.
But now, his baby, in such an awkward yet extremely heartfelt way, holds a copy of "The Little Prince" and gently says something to a virtual three-year-old version of himself.
"Hello, Yu Yu, my baby, I'm here to lull you to sleep."
My fingertips trembled uncontrollably, making the thin picture book seem to weigh a ton.
He used all his strength to barely steady his fingers, took his phone out of his pocket, and turned on the scanning function.
When the camera was pointed at the hand-drawn QR code, his hand trembled so much that he could barely focus.
The link redirected, he took a deep breath, and pressed play.
The next second, Su Qingyao's sweet, clear, and deliberately soft voice flowed from the phone's speaker, filling the blue room.
"Hello, Xiaoyuyu~"
Her voice was tinged with laughter.
"Found the QR code? You're so smart! Today, your sleep coach Yaoyao is going to tell you a story about planet B612 and the Little Prince..."
Soothing instrumental music was playing in the background, clearly carefully selected and arranged by her.
"A long, long time ago, on a very, very small planet, lived a little prince. That planet was so small that he could see the sunset anytime he moved his chair just a few steps..."
Her tone was gentle and patient, each word like honey, enveloping him in layers.
She wasn't reading a story; she was pouring her love and care into Wen Yu, a three-year-old boy who had never been loved or treated with kindness.
Wen Yu stood frozen in place, his vision beginning to blur and sway rapidly.
Only her voice penetrated my ears with crystal clarity, reaching the deepest, most desolate, and icy frozen ground of my soul.
"...What is truly important cannot be seen with the eyes; it must be felt with the heart."
"To me, you are just a little boy, like hundreds of thousands of other little boys. I don't need you, and you don't need me. To you, I am just a fox, like hundreds of thousands of other foxes."
"But if you tame me, we will need each other..."
Tears rolled down his cheeks without warning, landing on the back of his hand that was tightly gripping the picture book.
Wen Yu didn't make a sound, but his shoulders trembled uncontrollably.
This massive, overdue warm current, more than twenty years late, finally reached Wenyu, completely piercing and melting him.
He took a deep breath and gently pressed the play button on his phone.
Su Qingyao wiped away his tears with a tissue, looking at Wen Yu anxiously, "Yu Yu, my darling, don't you like it?"
Wen Yu smiled through her tears, "How could I not like it? I like it so much, I'm crying tears of joy, these are tears of happiness, silly baby."
Su Qingyao finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"You scared me! I don't want my surprise to turn into your fright. Let's go open the fourth gift then!"
The gift for their fourth birthday was a custom-made LEGO set. The finished product featured a sweet photo of them together atop a snow-capped mountain in Europe.
"Yuyu, four years old is when your fine motor skills are at their strongest. You can try putting these building blocks together!"
The gift for his fifth birthday was a box of colored crayons and a sketchbook, the first page of which was a drawing of him by Su Qingyao.
"Yuyu, you must be very creative at five years old. I drew you at five, so draw me too!"
.........
At six years old, it's a pair of cool skateboard shoes; at seven, it's a delicate model race car; and at eight, it's a sparkling yo-yo.
Nine years old is a child's microscope that allows them to glimpse the microscopic world; ten years old is a handheld game console filled with classic games.
At eleven, he had a custom-made basketball with his initials printed on it...
Twelve years old, my birth year in the Chinese zodiac.
The gift was a red cashmere scarf hand-knitted by Su Qingyao, with a card inside that read: "Red is a lucky color. May you be safe and happy, my little Yuyu."
With each gift he opened, Wen Yu's heart softened a little more, and the surging emotions he felt became even more intense.
These are not just gifts, but also a childhood she rebuilt for him, filled with love and companionship.
It was the sunshine, color, and laughter that he had never dared to hope for in his cold past.
When he held the red scarf in his hand, his emotions, which had been building up to a breaking point, finally overwhelmed him.
Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Wen Yu staggered to his feet and, before Su Qingyao could react, stretched out his arms and pulled her tightly into his embrace.
The force was so great that Su Qingyao was caught off guard and let out a muffled groan. Her bones ached from the pressure, and her brows furrowed slightly.
The next second, Su Qingyao felt a hot, wet sensation spreading rapidly across her neck, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.
All the words stuck in my throat, my heart softened terribly.
She didn't push him away, but raised her hand and gently patted his tense back to comfort him.
Although she didn't know why he was so emotionally unstable, she was willing to stay by his side.
"Yu Yu..." she called softly.
Her gentle pats and calls made Wen Yu tighten his arms around her, as if he wanted to embed her into his very bones and blood, to merge them into one, and never be separated again.
Such a good baby.
She loved him so purely, warmly, and without reservation.
Even though he didn't know there was a flaw in his soul, he still filled it with love and tenderness. How could he bear to let go of his baby?
How could we possibly lose her in the slightest?
A torrent of love, an overwhelming sense of gratitude, the ecstasy of regaining what was lost, a possessiveness ingrained in one's very bones, and dark thoughts born of fear all intertwine and collide wildly.
Lock them up.
A fiery and frenzied voice screamed sharply deep within his mind.
Lock her up.
He was locked up in a place only he knew about.
With the most magnificent cage and the softest chains.
Let her smile bloom only for him, let her voice ring only for him, let her warmth be reserved for him alone.
Only in this way can she be safe forever, and forever... belong only to him.
This thought, with its destructive possessiveness and chillingly obsessive tranquility, instantly seized his entire being.
Lock the baby up, lock the baby up...