pjbooks Chapter 138 I Give You Everything I Have
Chapter 138 I Give You Everything I Have
Wen Yu hissed softly, but his eyes were filled with laughter. "It hurts, it really hurts. Baby, be gentle, you're going to ruin your fiancé's face."
Su Qingyao then smiled, her eyebrows curving like a crescent moon, like a kitten secretly delighted after getting her way.
"You'll feel pain..." she said softly, her eyes glistening with tears. "Then it's not a dream."
Wen Yu's heart softened, and he took her hand, gently kissing the knuckles of her ring-adorned finger.
"It's not a dream," he said in a warm, clear voice, "it's all real."
He leaned closer, his breath brushing against her ear. "Let's go, fiancée, let's go home."
The car drove smoothly toward the Wen family villa.
As the light and shadows shifted outside the window, Su Qingyao remained somewhat dazed, her fingertips unconsciously caressing the ring.
The cool platinum inner ring is engraved with the initials of her and Wen Yu's names, like a gentle engraving.
Wen Yu's gaze remained fixed on her. While waiting at a red light, he reached out and gently took her hand.
"Still thinking about it?" he asked softly.
Su Qingyao turned her head and met his smiling eyes.
The dim lighting inside the car softened his sharply defined profile, making it appear exceptionally gentle.
"It just feels...too fast," she said softly, "like a roller coaster ride, I haven't quite come to my senses yet."
Wen Yu chuckled softly, his thumb stroking the back of her hand. "Then you'll have to get used to it slowly, after all..."
He paused, his tone earnest, "I'll be there for you every day from now on, and every day will bring new surprises."
Su Qingyao smiled and nodded, a warm feeling spreading through her heart.
The car drove onto the familiar tree-lined road and slowly came to a stop in front of the villa.
As soon as they entered, Wen Yu didn't turn on the lights. Instead, he gently embraced her from behind, his chin resting lightly on her shoulder.
"Welcome home," he whispered, his warm breath brushing against her ear.
Su Qingyao's heart skipped a beat, and she turned around to wrap her arms around his neck.
"The gift Auntie mentioned...?"
"In the living room." Wen Yu led her inside.
Sure enough, there were several exquisite gift boxes on the coffee table.
Su Qingyao opened the largest one, revealing a hand-embroidered cheongsam made of moon-white satin, with delicate magnolias embroidered on the front, the stitches as fine as a painting.
"My mother specially commissioned a master craftsman from Suzhou to make it."
Wen Yu stood behind her, his hand naturally resting on her waist. "She said that when she first saw your photo, she thought you would look beautiful in a cheongsam."
Su Qingyao stroked the smooth satin surface, her eyes slightly warm.
This sentiment is more precious than any valuable item.
Among the other boxes were a set of pearl jewelry treasured by Ruan Xinhe, a collection of scholar's objects collected by Wen Tianyao in his early years, and a thick photo album—the first page of which contained photos of Wen Yu as a baby.
"This..." Su Qingyao couldn't help but chuckle.
Wen Yu coughed lightly, a rare hint of embarrassment on his face. "My mom's 'dark history collection' is full of me."
Su Qingyao pulled him to sit side by side on the sofa to look at the photo album.
From a toddler taking his first steps, to a boy with a cool and aloof demeanor, and now to the composed man he is today... time flows quietly between the pages.
She watched intently, but Wen Yu gradually became distracted.
His gaze traced her focused profile, her eyelashes casting soft shadows.
She exuded a very faint fragrance, a blend of orange blossom and sandalwood, subtle yet lingering.
"Baby," he suddenly called to her.
"Hmm?" Su Qingyao looked up and met his deep eyes.
The next second, Wen Yu leaned in and kissed her.
The kiss was tender and lingering, filled with a careful and cherished feeling.
The photo album slipped from Su Qingyao's hands onto the sofa. She closed her eyes and gently gripped the fabric of his shirt with her fingers.
He could sense her trembling slightly, not out of fear, but out of an indescribable and uncontrollable flutter of emotion for him.
After a long while, Wen Yu stepped back slightly, his forehead touching hers, his breathing slightly disordered.
"Baby..." he said in a low, husky voice, "I have a gift for you."
Su Qingyao was slightly surprised, "There's more? That's already enough."
Wen Yu took out a box from the side, opened it, and inside was a thick stack of documents and certificates.
"These are the certificates and transfer documents for all the properties and assets under my name."
He gazed at her intently, "The bank card password is your birthday. The authorization letters for the transfer of funds and assets are all in there. The shares of Wen's can only be transferred to immediate family members, but after we get married, all of mine will be yours."
He took her hand and gently pushed the box in front of her. "Baby, from today onwards, everything I have is yours."
Su Qingyao was stunned.
This isn't just sweet talk; it's a real, tangible delivery.
He entrusted his entire world to her without reservation.
"Why..." she choked up.
"Because I want you to know," Wen Yu looked into her eyes, each word clear and firm, "you never have to worry about me leaving. All my escape routes, everything I have, rests on your shoulders alone."
He raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek. "I am yours, and I always will be."
"Wenyu is Su Qingyao's little dog, her little dog for life. My chain is only for you, and you can do anything you want."
Tears fell silently.
Su Qingyao couldn't speak, she just hugged him tightly and buried her face in his shoulder.
Wen Yu gently stroked her long hair, letting her emotions flow quietly.
Moonlight streamed through the French windows, casting a silvery-white glow on the wooden floor.
When Su Qingyao's sobs gradually subsided, Wen Yu gently wiped her wet eyes with his fingertips.
"fiancée."
His voice was low and husky, tinged with a smile, "Let's wipe away our tears first. We have important things to do. We can cry properly later."
Su Qingyao lifted her wet eyelashes, still not quite understanding, "What important matter?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yu bent down and hoisted her onto his shoulder.
Her gasp was swallowed by his steady steps; in the midst of her disorientation, all she could see were his taut shoulders and sharp back.
What do you think?
His deep voice was filled with burning desire, and every word brushed against her sensitive eardrums.
Su Qingyao's cheeks flushed, her lower abdomen pressed against his firm shoulder, and she could clearly feel the power that was about to be unleashed.
"But...didn't we just do that?"
"Baby, you underestimate your husband," he said, his voice deepening as he stepped onto the last step.
"Remember to savor the experience later."
Wen Yu didn't go to the bedroom, but instead carried her into the study next door.
Moonlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a cool glow on the dark walnut desk.
He walked straight to the desk, and with a gentle touch, placed her on the cool, smooth surface.
Su Qingyao subconsciously gripped the edge of the table, her fingertips touching the wood grain.
This position made her slightly taller than him, forcing her to look down at him.
Wen Yu stood between her legs, his hands braced on either side of her, trapping her in the space between the desk and his chest.
Then, he traced her features with his eyes, inch by inch.
If looks could devour people, Su Qingyao felt she would have been disemboweled and swallowed countless times.
Wen Yu's gaze grew increasingly aggressive, causing Su Qingyao's skin to tremble slightly.
He asked in a low voice, which sounded particularly clear in the quiet study.
"Baby, is it okay?"