ryethenovel Chapter 181 Come, sit on my lap and fan me.
Chapter 181 Come, sit on my lap and fan me.
"I count every single day," Wen Yu said, his voice hoarse.
"The doctor said we couldn't contact each other at all, so I wrote down every day, thinking that when I saw you, I would tell you how long I had missed you."
Su Qingyao's eyes stung a little.
"Then how did you know I was here today?"
She tilted her head slightly. "The famous Young Master Wen is naughty; he's secretly investigating me."
Wen Yu chuckled softly, his eyes brimming with pride.
"Miss Su is currently the brightest star in the physics community. We don't even need to investigate; a little research is enough to find out your schedule."
She spoke with a hint of jealousy in her voice.
"Many men came here today specifically for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he gently pinched her waist, not hard, but with a sense of asserting his dominance.
Su Qingyao looked at the deep love in his eyes, and her smile deepened.
"Young Master Wen, don't frame people."
She blinked. "I rejected them all. I have a fiancé, I'm taken."
Wen Yu raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
His voice rose slightly at the end, "You have a fiancé, and you're dancing with me?"
Wen Yu pulled Su Qingyao a step closer, and the distance between them suddenly shortened, their breaths almost touching.
"I didn't know my fiancé saw us so close."
He lowered his voice, his tone carrying a dangerous ambiguity, "Won't you be jealous?"
Su Qingyao looked up at him, her eyes bright. She leaned closer and spoke in a mysterious tone.
"Then you should keep a low profile and not let him find out."
She suppressed a laugh, "He's incredibly jealous. You'll be in big trouble if he finds out."
Wen Yu was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled, lowering his voice accordingly.
"Okay, we'll do it secretly."
He lowered his head and stared intently at the person before him, the person he had thought about for over a thousand days and nights, the person imprinted in his soul and bones.
"Baby," his voice suddenly softened, "you've lost weight."
Su Qingyao didn't speak. She lowered her head and buried her face in his shoulder.
A familiar scent washed over her—cedar, crisp and clear, just like every night three years ago when she nestled in his arms, just like the scent she had dreamed of countless times.
She closed her eyes, her voice muffled, "I miss you so much."
Wen Yu tightened his arms around her waist and lowered his head to rest his chin on the top of her head.
"I know."
"Me too."
"I think about it every single day, every single second."
Wen Yu held her tightly, not letting go for a long time.
Out of the corner of my eye, I swept across the banquet hall, taking in all sorts of gazes directed my way.
Curious, envious, jealous, gloating, purely spectators, and those lurking in the corners, full of malice.
He recalled the criticism his baby had suffered because of him over the past three years.
Jiang Shubai blocked one post after another on the forum.
Even with the Wen family, Jiang Shubai, and Wen Zhaoyue trying to suppress the whispers behind their backs, they couldn't stop the gossip from spreading in private.
Sometimes people only believe what they want to believe; they only see that he left, leaving her alone.
Thus, a "truth" was pieced together: Wen Shao got tired of playing around and Su Qingyao was dumped.
The reason those girls who were spouting nonsense about the baby dared to be so unrestrained was because they firmly believed in this.
Thinking about all this, Wen Yu's heart clenched tightly.
He was trembling with pain.
He gently grasped Su Qingyao's shoulders, making her look into his eyes.
"Baby."
Su Qingyao looked up. "Hmm?"
"Am I dreaming?"
Su Qingyao smiled sweetly and gently, "No, that's not it."
"I'm alive and well right in front of you, this isn't a dream."
Looking at her like this, Wen Yu was almost overwhelmed by how adorable her baby was.
He leaned closer, his voice low and slightly coquettish, "I can hardly believe it, how about you hit me?"
Su Qingyao looked around. The banquet hall was bustling with people, clinking glasses and exchanging toasts. Every now and then, someone would glance in her direction.
"Here?" she whispered, her face filled with shock. "To hit you?"
Wen Yu nodded earnestly.
"Okay, pat my face with your hand and let me see if it hurts."
Su Qingyao shook her head, "No."
She said firmly, "There are so many people, I don't want to."
Wen Yu's heart softened even more.
Silly baby.
No matter what, she was always thinking of him.
But face is worth nothing, not even a fraction of what she has.
This is the most direct and effective way to debunk rumors.
Besides, he couldn't be happier for the whole world to know that he was henpecked and that he belonged to Su Qingyao.
That way, no one will dare to foolishly approach.
"Nobody's looking this way; everyone's busy with their own things."
He said softly, his gaze so tender it could drown you, "Baby, let me feel it."
Su Qingyao pouted and shook her head in refusal.
Seeing her like that, Wen Yu decisively used his trump card: the art of acting cute.
He held her hand and called her "baby" softly, over and over again.
He was completely oblivious to people passing by, his eyes only on her.
Su Qingyao, exasperated by his calls, finally gave in and said, "Alright, alright."
She finally gave in, glancing at him helplessly.
"I'll be very gentle~"
She raised her hand, her soft palm gently touching his cheek.
Just as her hand was about to touch him, Wen Yu suddenly turned his face and fiercely met her hand.
“Pah!”
The crisp sound was clear and loud, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.
The entire banquet hall fell silent instantly, utterly still.
All eyes turned to them, shocked, bewildered, terrified, and incredulous.
And then there are those who are waiting to see Su Qingyao make a fool of herself.
Su Qingyao's hand froze in mid-air, completely dumbfounded.
She stared at the rapidly reddening handprint on Wen Yu's face, and at the stunned looks around her, her mind going completely blank.
Not far away, Li Minhua, who was talking with her friend, was stunned.
She watched as her beloved disciple slapped Wen Yu across the face, leaving a bright red handprint on the young master's cheek. Her mind went blank for several seconds.
She was well aware of the Wen family's influence; they were a force that could shake the business world of Beijing with a mere stomp of their foot.
His own precious disciple slapped the young master of the Wen family in front of so many people.
This...this is probably not going to end well.
Li Minhua quickly put down her wine glass and started walking forward.
Various ways to negotiate and mediate were rapidly swirling in my mind: apologize first, lower your stance, and if all else fails, say that she, as the teacher, failed to teach well, and blame her.
She had only taken a few steps when she witnessed a scene she would never forget.
The man with the bright red handprint on his face actually smiled.
It wasn't a sneer, nor a laugh born of extreme anger, but rather a gentle, indulgent smile that emanated from the depths of his eyes.
He lifted Su Qingyao's hand and carefully examined her burning palm.
Then, Wen Yu gently blew on his palm and placed a kiss on it.
"Baby, does your hand hurt?"
Su Qingyao was still in shock and subconsciously shook her head.
Wen Yu smiled even more indulgently.
He bent down, put his arm around her waist, supported her knees, and lifted her up in a princess carry.
A collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the crowd, but Wen Yu remained unfazed.
He carried Su Qingyao through the crowd, sat down on the sofa, and placed her on his lap, facing him.
"Come here, baby."
He took her hand and brought it to his face, looking at her intently.
"Sit on my lap and fan yourself, it'll be more comfortable that way."