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

Just as she was pondering how to politely refuse the flowers while still getting him to accept them, her phone vibrated.

She held flowers in one hand and took out her phone with the other.

It was a message from the group admin.

"Add him as a friend, then ignore him. Once you've delivered the goods, you can leave. That completes the part-time job."

"Transfer of 2000.00 yuan, for adding as a friend."

"Transfer 5000.00 yuan, final payment."

Su Qingyao frowned. The group admin was there? This is... their game?

He would only accept flowers if we added each other on WeChat.

She quickly reassured herself that it was just adding someone as a friend and she could ignore them afterwards.

"……Um."

She looked up, forced a somewhat unnatural smile, and took out her phone to scan the QR code Wen Yu had shown her.

Looking at the chubby orange cat profile picture that was completely different from his real appearance, Su Qingyao's eyes flashed with surprise.

Although this person is unapproachable, is he actually kind and lovable at heart?

Then look at the nickname: Money Tree.

...In a way, he was indeed her cash cow.

She earned 10,000 yuan just by delivering a bouquet of flowers and adding a friend.

Wen Yu watched her wary yet forcedly composed demeanor, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes.

His baby knows how to protect himself, a fact that makes him both gratified and touched.

"I still don't know your name?"

He leaned slightly forward, his voice low and gentle.

Su Qingyao took a half step back, her tone distant, "This doesn't seem to have anything to do with you receiving flowers."

"Yes, it's related."

Wen Yu frowned in distress. "My mother taught me from a young age that I should not accept things from strangers."

"Not only do I not know your name, but we are complete strangers..."

He paused deliberately, his gaze locking onto her in the dim light, shining with an astonishing intensity.

"How could you dare accept it so casually?"

Wen Yu stared intently at Su Qingyao, then gently patted the empty seat beside him, a silent invitation in his eyes.

"Why don't we sit down and get to know each other briefly? That way I'll feel more at ease accepting the flowers."

Su Qingyao bit her lower lip lightly, feeling that what he said made sense.

It's only natural for the recipient to be wary of someone who would send a bouquet of flowers from an unknown source so casually.

Looking at her soft, red lips being gently bitten by her pearly teeth, Wen Yu's eyes suddenly darkened.

So soft, so tender, I want to kiss it.

Su Qingyao hesitated before sitting down beside him, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

"Hello, my name is Su Qingyao."

"Su~Qing~Yao~"

Wen Yu repeated each word slowly and deliberately, as if savoring the taste of those three words on the tip of his tongue. A hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, followed by a perfectly timed smile.

"That sounds beautiful. My name is Wen Yu."

"Okay, Wen."

She handed over the bouquet again. "Can you accept it now?"

Wen Yu's gaze was fixed on her, his peach blossom eyes like those of a beast locking onto its prey, never wavering for a moment.

"Don't rush, Su. Since you call me classmate, you must be a student too."

He tapped his knee lightly with his fingertip. "Which university do you attend? You should... learn more about the basics."

Su Qingyao felt a little annoyed that she had subconsciously called him by the name of a classmate. A wary look flashed in her eyes, and she casually made up some personal information.

Hearing the slight tremor in her voice as she made up stories, and seeing her evasive eyes, Wen Yu's heart melted.

His baby is indeed not suited to lying.

Even her excuses are so cute that you can see right through them.

Her unconsciously clenched fingers and gently trembling eyelashes were like pebbles thrown into Wenyu's heart lake, rippling out circles of infatuation.

Even his baby's bewildered expression is so touching.

She was so beautiful that he only wanted to build a golden house to cherish her and have everything she had exclusively for him.

As his thoughts raced, Wen Yu stretched his arms back and rested them on the back of the sofa.

With a natural and languid movement, he cleverly drew Su Qingyao to his side into his territory.

From a distance, her petite figure appears to be nestled in his arms, creating a picture of intimate closeness.

Su Qingyao felt extremely uncomfortable, and her voice gradually became urgent.

"Wen, we've been chatting for over ten minutes now, so we're quite familiar with each other. May I accept the flowers now?"

Wen Yu then lazily reached out and took the bouquet of baby's breath from her hand.

His fingertips brushed against her skin seemingly unintentionally, and the fleeting soft touch sent a secret shiver down his spine.

bumped into.

So soft.

As soon as the flower was removed from her hand, Su Qingyao sprang up from the sofa as if she had been granted a pardon.

"Wen, I have a curfew, I need to go back to school now!"

Before she finished speaking, she had already turned and left, her steps hurried and disheveled, as if something was chasing her from behind.

Wen Yu did not stop her, maintaining his lazy sitting posture as he watched the slender figure disappear into the interplay of light and shadow outside the private room.

Only after she had completely disappeared from sight did the burning passion in his eyes gradually subside, turning into a deeper, more obsessive darkness.

He lowered his eyes, gently embraced the bouquet of flowers in his arms that still retained her warmth, and kissed it softly.

Baby, you can't escape.

His expression was full of fascination and intoxication, like a devout believer worshipping his god.

Seeing Wen Yu's undisguised, almost overflowing joy, a helpless smile flashed across Wen Zhaoyue's eyes.

The three of them grew up together.

In her and Jiang Shubai's memories, Wen Yu was always a troublemaker who no one could control, unrestrained and lawless.

Who would have thought that such a person would fall head over heels for Su Qingyao?

It began a long unrequited love that lasted for seven whole years.

When asked why he only dared to watch from afar and not approach, he replied with an air of self-righteousness.

"The baby is still young, we shouldn't disturb her growth."

A year ago, Wen Yu was overjoyed to finally see Su Qingyao come of age and was ready to get to know her, only to find her handing love letters to someone else.

That day, Wenyu completely lost control.

He cornered the boy who had handed him the love letter in the alley and questioned him sternly. Rivals are always jealous of each other, and Wen Yu beat the boy to death. If Qin Yue hadn't seen the situation was getting out of hand and stopped him, it might have really turned into a murder.

Wen Yu, who was emotionally distraught, relapsed into his old ailment and was urgently sent to the United States by his aunt for intervention, where he remained for a year.

Even though he was abroad, he kept a close eye on Su Qingyao's every move.

His official reason for returning this time was that his condition had stabilized and he could go back to school to complete his studies. But in reality, there was only one reason: he missed Su Qingyao terribly.

Wen Zhaoyue snapped out of her thoughts, sat down next to Wen Yu in her high heels, and spoke in a teasing tone.

"Alright, they've been gone for ages, are you still looking?"

"So, is Young Master Wen satisfied with this welcome gift?"

Wen Yu withdrew his gaze and casually leaned back on the sofa. His originally cold and sharp features were now unusually gentle.

He raised his glass to Wen Zhaoyue, his voice brimming with obvious delight, "Well done."

Wen Zhaoyue raised an eyebrow, took out her phone from her handbag, and handed it to Wen Yu.

"Here, reimbursement." She gestured with her chin.

Wen Yu took the phone, glanced at it casually, and took out his own phone without checking the exact amount.

A few seconds later, Wen Zhaoyue's phone beeped with a notification. She looked down and saw that one million had been deposited into her account.

"Oh, Young Master Wen is as generous as ever in his pursuit of his wife."

Wen Yu ignored her teasing, downed the remaining wine in his glass in one gulp, and began typing as his Adam's apple bobbed.

Money Tree: "Are you on the bus yet?"

When the message popped up, Su Qingyao was leaning back in the seat, trying to calm her still erratic heartbeat.

She hesitated for a moment, then typed a reply on the screen.

Yaoyao: "I'm sitting down."

Out of politeness, she replied to the message, then opened Wenyu's profile and directly selected "block this person".

Having done all this, she let out a soft sigh of relief.

As if that would bring to an end this absurd part-time job farce tonight.

Money Tree: "Send me the license plate number, let me know when you arrive."

Su Qingyao frowned slightly as she read the message.

Although she will no longer have any involvement with him, he did care about her out of good intentions.

After hesitating for a few seconds, I still sent him the license plate number, as a way of thanking him for the 10,000 yuan reward I received that night.

In the private room, Wen Yu looked at the brief reply and license plate number sent by Su Qingyao, his fingertips gently stroking the screen.

He could even picture what she looked like right now.

She frowned slightly, her face showing a hint of helplessness and resistance at being pressed for answers, but she still obediently replied.

Polite, aloof, yet with an innocent naiveté.

His baby always thinks too highly of the world.

Unbeknownst to her, in the shadows she couldn't see, countless eyes were greedily eyeing this pure beauty.

But it's okay.

Having his eyes watching over us is enough.