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

Chapter 230 You are my destination, I am your destiny

This massage service lasted for several days.

On the first day, Su Qingyao found it novel and interesting, and played along with his role-playing, calling him "1202" repeatedly, which made him envious and excited.

She could barely manage the second day, since her husband was addicted to sports and had good stamina, and she had also trained with him over the years and was in good physical condition.

By the third day, my voice was hoarse and my legs were weak; I could only stand by holding onto the bedside table.

On the fourth day, she started avoiding him. Although the presidential suite was large, it only had a few areas. She would hide in the bathroom and he would wait at the door. She would hide in the study and he would come in with essential oils.

On the fifth day, Su Qingyao lay on the bed, not even wanting to move a finger.

"Husband, no...no more..."

Her voice, muffled by the pillow, was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, "I can't eat anymore... I really can't eat anymore..."

Wen Yu pressed against her from behind, his warm chest covering her back, his lips landing on her sweaty shoulder, his voice filled with a satisfied languor.

"Professor, it's only the fifth day. You haven't used up your service package yet."

Su Qingyao turned around and glared at him, her eyes red-rimmed, with tear stains still clinging to the corners of her eyes from the ordeal.

That glare, both angry and resentful, was soft and lacked any intimidating power, yet it still made Wen Yu react.

"Wen Yu... if you keep doing this... I'll file a complaint against you..."

Wen Yu laughed, a low laugh that reverberated from his chest, sending shivers down her spine.

He gently kissed her shoulder, the back of her neck, and her reddened earlobes.

"Okay, okay, stop crying, baby, go to sleep."

He reached out and pulled Su Qingyao into his arms, letting her lean against his chest.

Su Qingyao was exhausted and soon fell asleep, her breathing gradually becoming long and even.

Wen Yu held her in his arms, gazing at her, unable to get enough of her.

Su Qingyao's eyelashes were still wet and trembling slightly. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were swollen from being kissed, and her collarbone and body were covered with marks left by him.

He reached out his fingers and gently brushed away the damp stray hairs on her forehead, placing a kiss on her brow and then on her eyelids.

I love my baby so much, how can I love my baby so much?

The person in his arms gave a soft "hmm," snuggled closer to him, and unconsciously rubbed against his chest.

Wen Yu's heart softened like water. He tightened his arms around her, rested his chin on the top of her head, and looked at the newly opened bottle of essential oil on the bedside table, which was not yet finished. The corners of his mouth curved up.

These past few days have really worn out the baby, but what can you do when he's been fasting for so long?

Finally, there was no Chaochao sneaking over in the middle of the night, no Mumu crying for her mother. It was just him and her, just this bed, just love that could never be enough.

He even felt that the baby could take more of these business trips.

He chased after them and ate and ate to his heart's content.

Where in the world would you get this kind of treatment?

Many times, they would be halfway through doing something when they heard footsteps in the hallway, and both of them would have to hold their breath, afraid of being discovered.

While sneaking around is exciting, it's nothing compared to being able to have sex whenever and however you want, wherever and whenever you want, whenever and however you want.

The bathroom, the sofa, the floor-to-ceiling windows, the carpet—every corner of this suite bears the marks of their entanglement.

He looked down at the person sleeping soundly in his arms and couldn't help but kiss the top of her head again.

Thinking about something, he reached for his phone, the screen illuminating his satisfied face.

He opened the chat window with Ruan Xinhe and started typing.

[Mom, thank you and my mother-in-law for taking care of things so often. We have some things to do in Shanghai, so we'll head back in a few days.]

Ruan Xinhe replied to her message instantly.

[I know you two are having a good time. Chaochao and Mumu are very well-behaved. Yesterday, Mumu was fussy, but Chaochao said, "Daddy and Mommy will go earn money to buy Mumu candy," and Mumu immediately stopped fussing. These two are so sensible.]

Enjoy your stay a few more days, don't worry about us, we've got you covered at home.

Wen Yu smiled and put the phone back.

The person in her arms stirred and mumbled sleepily, "Husband..."

"I'm here."

"...No, no more, really no more..."

"Silly baby, it seems you've really gone through a lot." He lowered his head, his lips close to her ear, his voice so low that only she could hear it.

"Listen to the baby, no more, we'll have it next time."

Su Qingyao mumbled a few words softly and then fell into a deep sleep. Wen Yu held her and followed her into his dream.

After resting for two days, Su Qingyao was pulled out of bed by Wen Yu. "Baby, the sun is shining on your bottom."

He pulled the curtains open a crack, and the afternoon sunlight fell directly on her face.

Su Qingyao squinted, buried her face in the pillow, and asked in a soft, sweet voice, "...What time is it?"

"a little."

Wen Yu leaned over the bed, brushing the stray hairs from her face with his fingers, his voice tinged with laughter.

"We've rested for two days. If we don't go out soon, the baby will get mushrooms. Let's go, your husband will take you to Shanghai."

The wind on the Bund was gentler than I had imagined.

Su Qingyao leaned against the railing by the river, with the lights of the Bund's international architecture behind her and the skyscrapers of Lujiazui across the river. The Huangpu River flowed quietly beneath her feet, shattering and piecing together the light and shadow on both banks.

Wen Yu wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Does it look good?"

Su Qingyao nodded, leaned back, and nestled herself into his arms. "Beautiful."

She paused, then added, "It would have been even better if we hadn't wasted those five days; we could have enjoyed the scenery for a few more days."

"Nonsense, those five days were even more beautiful, breathtakingly so!"

Wen Yu whispered something suggestive in her ear, which earned him a hard elbow from Su Qingyao. The hit Wen Yu just laughed even harder.

Over the next few days, they visited Yu Garden, strolled across the Nine-Turn Bridge, and watched the koi carp gracefully swaying their tails in the pond.

We strolled along Nanjing Road Pedestrian Street, holding hands tightly amidst the bustling crowd, and tried the pan-fried buns from a time-honored roadside stall. One bite and the soup burst forth.

I strolled slowly along Wukang Road, the shadows of plane tree leaves falling on my shoulders, and the old villas glowing gently in the setting sun.

Dinner was at a small restaurant in an alley. The crab roe noodles were golden and shiny, and the aroma was irresistible. Su Qingyao ate with her eyes half-closed.

On their last day, they went to Disneyland.

When Su Qingyao changed into the royal blue princess dress, she still hesitated: "Isn't it too over-the-top?"

Wen Yu stood behind her in a black and white knight's outfit, his shoulders straight, his cuffs adorned with dark patterns, and a belt around his waist that accentuated his sleek figure.

He tied the ribbon on her back into a bow, his long fingers moving gently and carefully.

In the mirror, Su Qingyao's skirt was voluminous, her waist was slender, her long hair was styled up, revealing her long neck.

Behind him stood Wen Yu, tall and handsome, his eyes full of affection. The two of them stood together, looking as well-matched as a princess and knight straight out of a fairy tale.

"No exaggeration, baby, you're a perfect match."

The moment they stepped into Disneyland, Wen Yu suddenly knelt down on one knee, took her hand, and kissed the back of her hand.

"Welcome home, Princess."

Su Qingyao's face flushed instantly, and she laughed as she pulled her hand away: "Get up, everyone's watching."

Wen Yu stood up, his eyes full of smiles, "My princess is too beautiful, it's only right that people see her."

They spent the whole day at the amusement park.

After riding the carousel, Wen Yu was seated on the horse behind her, and the entire time they were filming her back.

After playing on Dumbo, Su Qingyao insisted on controlling the ascent and descent herself, flying higher than anyone else, laughing like a child.

As they passed the castle, she pulled him aside to take pictures, directing him to pose in various ways.

Wen Yu cooperated with everything, but in every photo, his gaze wasn't on the camera; it was all on her.

"Wenyu! Can you look at the camera?!" Su Qingyao held up her phone, both annoyed and amused.

Wen Yu blinked innocently, "The camera doesn't look as good as you. I only want to see you."

Su Qingyao shook her head helplessly, but her eyes were filled with happiness.

As night fell, the castle lights came on.

They stood inside the castle, gazing at the night sky through the arched windows.

The fireworks show began. The first firework exploded in the night sky, golden, followed by red, purple, and blue, one after another, turning the entire night sky into a flowing painting.

Su Qingyao tilted her head back, her eyes reflecting the shimmering light of the sky.

Fireworks spelled out patterns in the night sky, first a heart, then the silhouette of two people holding hands.

Before she could even marvel, the last firework exploded, and several words lit up the night sky:

Su Qingyao and Wen Yu, together forever.

Su Qingyao was stunned, then turned to look at Wen Yu in surprise.

The flickering light of the fireworks fell on Wen Yu's face; his lips curved into a smile, but his eyes were only for her.

"You prepared this?" Her voice trembled slightly.

Wen Yu nodded, reached out and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

"Baby, we will never be apart."

Su Qingyao buried her face in his chest, tears of happiness streaming down her face. She nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, forever, never to be apart."

The castle glowed warmly behind them, and fireworks continued to bloom one after another in the night sky, just like the years they had spent together.

The first time he saw her in the garden that year, under the rose trellis, the boy's heart was instantly bound by a red thread.

She didn't know him at the time, but fate had already tied the first knot on that red thread.

In the years that followed, they drifted apart, reunited, separated, and waited for each other.

That red thread was pulled, crumpled, and polished to a shine by the years, but it never broke.

Going around in circles, getting entangled and getting more and more tightly bound together.

Until this moment, and until the future.

The night breeze blew through the arched windows of the castle, causing Su Qingyao's skirt to flutter in a gentle arc.

Wen Yu lowered his head and kissed her lips.

It's very light, very light.

Fireworks burst forth behind them, and crowds cheered in the distance, but all they could hear was each other's heartbeats.

One moment, one moment.

Like that red thread, tightly binding two hearts together.

Forever and ever.

The smoke and dust have cleared, and the years are peaceful and serene.

You are my destination, and I am your destiny.

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