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

She immediately turned around, a glint of urgency flashing in her eyes.

"Really? What's the protocol? Are there any more specific papers or clinical reports?"

Seeing her eyes light up instantly, Song Yunyan was satisfied, but his expression remained calm.

"I'll organize the specific details and send them to you later, but please keep it brief."

He softened his tone at the right moment, offering a rational reminder.

"We need to maintain a calm mindset. We can try different approaches to these kinds of cutting-edge explorations, but we should view the final results rationally to avoid having too high expectations that could lead to greater disappointment."

"I understand." Su Qingyao nodded, her eyes unusually firm.

"But as long as there's even the slightest possibility, even if it's just to help my mother maintain her health a little better, I'm willing to try."

She looked at him and said softly, "Thank you, Brother Yunyan."

This expression of gratitude was warmer than any of the previous ones.

Song Yunyan smiled and said, "Don't worry too much. Aunt Su is a lucky person and will definitely wake up."

Su Qingyao had heard and said these words countless times.

But every time I mention it, the heavy stone in my heart still sinks a little deeper.

She lowered her eyelashes and silently stroked Su's mother's slightly cool face, her fingertips trembling.

Song Yunyan took in the heaviness and dejection between Su Qingyao's brows.

He stepped forward and stood beside her, offering gentle comfort with an air of complete understanding and encouragement.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Medical science is advancing rapidly, and Aunt Su has always maintained a good physical condition. Keep your confidence; there will always be a turning point in the future..."

As he spoke, he raised his hand very naturally, wanting to stroke the top of her head.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch her, Su Qingyao turned her head away uncomfortably.

The movements were small, but they carried a clear sense of resistance.

Song Yunyan's hand hovered in mid-air for a second before he casually withdrew it, his expression revealing nothing.

Su Qingyao frowned, realizing the awkward atmosphere.

She was silent for a few seconds, seemingly considering her words, before speaking.

"Brother Yunyan, thank you for your comfort. I understand your good intentions."

She paused, then looked directly at him.

"We've all grown up; we're not children anymore. We all understand boundaries and limits in many things, right?"

Her implication was clear: they each had their own world now; she had a boyfriend and Wen Yu.

Song Yunyan understood it perfectly.

But this clear demarcation felt like a feather scratching at his heart, further arousing his hidden desire to conquer and destroy.

My heart is itchy and my hands are itching even more.

A look of confusion crossed his face, as if he didn't understand why Su Qingyao suddenly said that.

He bent down slightly, pointed to Su Qingyao's cheek, and said with a hint of surprise in his voice.

"I know, I've always known that Qingyao has grown up. But... there seems to be something on your face? Don't you notice?"

Su Qingyao was taken aback for a moment, then raised her hand to touch her smooth cheek. "Huh? Really? I didn't notice..."

Yes, it's right here.

Song Yunyan smiled helplessly and lightly touched her cheekbone with his finger.

"Look at you, the more you rub it, the bigger the area seems to get. Don't move, let me remove it for you, just for a moment."

As he spoke, he reached out again, aiming for Su Qingyao's cheek.

Su Qingyao frowned, leaned back slightly, and shook her head, "No need, I'm going to the restroom..."

Her words stopped abruptly.

The next second, the ward door was pushed open, and a figure shrouded in coldness strode in.

Wen Yu stepped between the two, pushed Song Yunyan aside with his right hand, and firmly protected Su Qingyao behind him with his left arm.

He looked at Song Yunyan, his face expressionless.

But his dark eyes were terrifyingly calm, beneath which surged an undercurrent capable of devouring everything.

"Mr. Song,"

He spoke slowly, with an invisible pressure, "What do you want to do to my girlfriend?"

From the moment Wenyu received the message from the baby, she was on edge.

Immediately afterwards, Aunt Zhou's notification message with Song Yunyan's photo prompted him to drop everything and drive over as fast as he could.

Who knew that as soon as he reached the door of the ward, he would see that scene through the glass window of the door.

His baby had her head slightly lowered, her face showing signs of fatigue and vulnerability, while Song Yunyan stood beside her, very close, his hand withdrawing from her face.

The silhouettes of their profiles, under the angle of light and shadow at that moment, created an illusion of them whispering sweet nothings to each other.

Just one glance.

A violent, stinging, and overwhelming rage surged to the top of my head, threatening to break free of the cage of reason.

Wen Yu knew that the baby would never cross the line on his own.

Therefore, the problem can only lie with this seemingly respectable but scheming old neighbor.

Anger burned fiercely beneath a cold exterior. Wen Yu protected Su Qingyao, his gaze sharp as a blade, fixed firmly on Song Yunyan.

Song Yunyan's face immediately showed surprise and innocence. "Young Master Wen, I think you've misunderstood."

His tone was calm, with a hint of helpless bitterness in his smile.

"I noticed that Qingyao was a bit down. Aunt Su's matter is still a knot in her heart, so I found an excuse to distract her, to tease her, and to make her less tense."

He looked at Su Qingyao, who was being protected by Wen Yu, with a very open and honest gaze.

"Qingyao, I'm sorry, it seems my joke wasn't appropriate."

His statement downplayed the transgression, attributing it to a clumsy joke born of excessive concern.

Wen Yu was almost amused by his superb acting skills.

Misunderstand?

His eyes were practically overflowing with a sticky, probing gaze, his seemingly casual yet increasingly aggressive approach, which, even after the baby clearly dodged him, didn't stop, but instead intensified...

This series of actions practically screamed "I have designs on his baby!"

Does he think Wen Yu is blind, or does he think he's never experienced such underhanded scheming?

Wen Yu's lips curled into a cold, emotionless smile, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze, spreading a chill.

"Oh? Is that so?"

"Since it's a misunderstanding, Mr. Song would better think twice before speaking or acting in the future."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Yu took half a step forward, and the distance between the two suddenly shortened.

His stature was already more imposing than Song Yunyan's, and now, as he leaned forward slightly, an aura of absolute power and contempt swept over him mercilessly.

"It's none of my business how my baby is treated."

His voice was lower and colder, each word like a blade chilled by ice.

This was the second time he had drawn a line for Song Yunyan and issued a warning.

"Mr. Song, there's no need for you to trouble yourself, and certainly no need to do anything superfluous, lest..."

He paused briefly, his eyes sharp as a hawk's, locking onto Song Yunyan's eyes as he tried to maintain a calm demeanor.

"Getting into trouble you shouldn't have gotten into."