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

Chapter 222 Extra: Wen Zhaoyue x Wen Yan

When Wen Yan woke up, it was already the third night.

He struggled to open his eyes, and his vision remained blurry for a while before gradually focusing.

The first thing that catches the eye is a pair of red eyes. Wen Zhaoyue is lying by the bed, her eyes are swollen, and it is obvious that she has been crying for a long time.

Standing behind her was Wen Tingyun, whose usually gentle and composed face was full of urgency and concern, and even had a bluish stubble on his chin.

Wen Yan's lips moved, his throat was as dry as sandpaper, and it took him a long time to squeeze out two hoarse words.

"Father...Sister..."

Before she could finish speaking, Wen Zhaoyue's tears fell.

"Wen Yan, you idiot! How could you be so stupid!"

Her voice was hoarse and trembling, and she poured out all the words she had held back for three days.

"Do you know you almost didn't make it?! So close! You almost didn't make it!"

Wen Yan, her face pale, forced a weak smile and said, "Hello, sister... I'm alright."

He spoke haltingly and in a barely audible voice, but Wen Zhaoyue understood him.

As long as she's okay, he's fine.

Tears fell even more heavily, each drop landing on the white sheets of the hospital bed, leaving dark water stains.

Wen Tingyun stood to the side, his Adam's apple bobbing a few times, and his eyes quietly reddening.

Wen Yan didn't stay awake for long. After saying those two sentences, he exhausted all his strength, his eyelids drooped heavily, and he fell into a deep sleep again.

Wen Tingyun gently patted Wen Zhaoyue's shoulder and led her out of the intensive care unit.

He knelt down and gently and patiently wiped away her tears with his thumb, just as he had done when she cried as a child.

Once Wen Zhaoyue's emotions had gradually calmed down, leaving only occasional sobs, Wen Tingyun finally spoke.

"Wenwen, Ayan... truly considers you her older sister."

His voice was soft, but every word carried weight: "From now on, don't hold a grudge against him anymore."

Wen Zhaoyue bit her lip and nodded vigorously.

Wen Tingyun took out a neatly folded report from his pocket, unfolded it, and handed it to her.

"This is my paternity test report with Ayan. Take a look."

Wen Zhaoyue took it, her gaze falling on the final conclusion, which ruled out a biological father-son relationship.

"We are not related by blood."

Wen Tingyun's voice was calm and honest, "When we adopted Ayan, we just wanted him to be with you. It was your father's fault. He was too busy and never had time to spend with you, which made others think that you were not valued and dared to treat you like this."

His tone was filled with deep self-reproach.

"It's also my fault. I was too considerate of your feelings and didn't reveal Ayan's identity directly, causing him to suffer too much neglect. If it weren't for that, those people wouldn't have..."

He didn't continue speaking, but simply reached out and pulled Wen Zhaoyue into his arms, gently resting his chin on the top of her head.

"Once Ayan recovers, Dad will hold a family reunion to officially reveal his identity."

He paused, then looked down at his daughter in his arms. "Wenwen, is that okay?"

Wen Zhaoyue nodded heavily without any hesitation.

"Wen Yan will be my younger brother from now on."

Her voice was still a little hoarse, but she enunciated each word clearly: "I will protect him and will not bully him again."

Looking at her red eyes and serious expression, Wen Tingyun's eyes welled up with tears again.

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, his voice gentle and gratified, "Wenwen has grown up, and Daddy is very proud. Daddy will spend more time with you and your brother from now on."

Immediately, his gaze darkened, and a coldness flashed in his eyes that Wen Zhaoyue had never seen before.

"As for those who harmed you..."

Wen Tingyun's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable force: "Father won't let any of them go."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the man who was always gentle and refined in the business world revealed the sharp edge of a predator.

Do they really think the Wen family is easy to talk to?

He will not let any of his children get away with harming them.

He wanted to ruin those families' reputations and make them wish they were dead.

Wen Zhaoyue nestled in her father's arms, feeling the strong heartbeat in his chest, but the doctor's words kept echoing in her mind.

His left arm was broken, his right femur was fractured, his left shinbone was broken, three ribs were broken, his whole body was covered in wounds, and he had lost too much blood... If he had been brought in any later, he would have died.

He was rescued for a full day and night, and was unconscious for two days before waking up.

She remembered how he covered in blood and lay on top of her, protecting her, before he lost consciousness.

Wen Zhaoyue clenched her fists.

Wen Yan, no, A Yan, will be her younger brother from now on.

No one can bully him, not even Old Deng.

Thus, Wen Yan became a first-class protected animal in the Wen family.

During his months in the hospital, Wen Tingyun and Wen Zhaoyue took meticulous care of him.

Despite having hired several caregivers to take turns looking after him, Wen Zhaoyue still insisted on coming to the hospital to accompany him every day after school.

I tossed his schoolbag onto the sofa, carefully looked him up and down to make sure he was alright, then nodded in satisfaction and took out his textbooks for him to review his lessons.

"You've missed quite a bit of schoolwork these past few months, don't think you can slack off just because you're injured."

Even though that's what she said, every time she got halfway through the conversation, she would immediately stop when she saw Wen Yan frown slightly because of the pain in her wound, and anxiously ask if she was feeling unwell and if she should call a doctor.

Wen Yan always shook his head and said it was nothing.

The wound did hurt, but seeing how anxious she was, he felt that the pain wasn't so unbearable after all.

Wen Tingyun was the same; no matter how busy he was, he would always make time to visit him. Sometimes he would rush over at noon, but he couldn't stay for more than half an hour before having to rush back to the company for a meeting.

Sometimes it was late at night, and after finishing his social engagements, he would look through the glass at her, making sure she was asleep before leaving.

One night, Wen Yan woke up and saw Wen Tingyun sitting in a chair by the bed, his tie loosely hanging around his neck, his head resting against the back of the chair as he fell asleep, with an unfinished document clutched in his hand.

He stared for a long time, then silently turned up the air conditioner temperature by two degrees and gently closed his eyes.

He had never imagined such a life.

But it seems not bad at all.

After his injuries were fully healed, Wen Tingyun immediately held a banquet to recognize his relatives.

The event was held in the banquet hall of the Wen family's old residence, and almost all the prominent figures in northern Beijing were present.

Wen Tingyun held Wen Yan's hand and stood on the stage. In front of everyone, he solemnly announced that Wen Yan was his son and that from now on, he would be a legitimate member of the Wen family.

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience, accompanied by a constant stream of compliments and congratulations.

Wen Zhaoyue stood in the first row below the stage, wearing a light pink dress. For once, she didn't put on that haughty young lady face and clapped earnestly.

When she met Wen Yan's gaze, she slightly raised her chin, but couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth.

Wen Yan was dressed in a well-tailored white suit, which made him look handsome and clean, completely different from the thin and pale boy he had been before.

He stood on the stage, looking down at the enthusiastic smiling faces among the clinking glasses of the crowd.

Those who had once ignored him were now fawning over him, as if he had always been the master of the world.

Wen Yan's smile deepened.

He lowered his eyes slightly, the amber liquid in the glass reflecting shimmering light, and also revealing the fleeting depth in his eyes.

This is the taste of power and money.

So charming.