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

Ruan Xinhe then reluctantly stopped talking.

Seeing her son's rare moment of frustration and helplessness, she was clearly in a very good mood.

She turned her gaze back to Su Qingyao, her eyes filled with undisguised affection.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore, Yaoyao. Auntie has heard Wenyu mention you before and has always wanted to meet you, but I'm abroad and can't go back for the time being. I'm really happy to see you on video today. Wenyu is a stubborn and opinionated boy, but he really likes you."

"You two stay together peacefully. If he dares to bully you or make you unhappy, just tell Auntie anytime, and Auntie will take care of him for you."

These words of defense were spoken naturally and firmly, warming Su Qingyao's heart.

She could sense that Aunt Ruan's affection was not just politeness, but a heartfelt acceptance and love.

"Thank you, Auntie. Wenyu is very good to me, really."

Su Qingyao responded softly, a shy blush rising on her face.

"That's good. I'm relieved to see you all doing well."

Ruan Xinhe nodded with satisfaction, and then asked a few more questions about Su Qingyao's studies and her mother's health, her tone full of concern and sincerity.

She didn't press for details, but simply expressed her concern and support, striking a perfect balance.

Later, he even exchanged contact information with Su Qingyao.

Just then, a tall and composed figure walked slowly and steadily towards the restaurant entrance behind Ruan Xinhe's video background.

The man looked to be around fifty years old, well-maintained, and handsome.

His eyebrows and eyes bore a five or six-point resemblance to Wen Yu's, but his features were colder and harder, and he exuded the majesty of someone who had long held a high position and an undeniable aura of dominance.

It was Wen Yu's father, Wen Tianyao.

The smile on Wen Yu's face froze for a moment when he saw Wen Tianyao's figure appear.

Ruan Xinhe on the other side of the screen noticed the person approaching. Her elegant brows furrowed slightly, and a subtle displeasure and aloofness flashed across her face so quickly that even Su Qingyao, who was focused on watching her, did not catch it.

Wen Tianyao had already walked to Ruan Xinhe's side, his gaze first quickly sweeping across the screen.

Seeing his son's expressionless face as always, and a very young and beautiful girl sitting next to him.

Ruan Xinhe's smile remained unchanged. She turned slightly to the side and gently introduced Su Qingyao to the camera:

"Yaoyao, this is Wenyu's father."

Then, she turned to Wen Tianyao, her tone calm and even, "This is Xiaoyu's girlfriend, Su Qingyao."

Su Qingyao quickly straightened her expression and obediently greeted the aloof man on the other end of the screen.

"Hello Uncle Wen, I am Su Qingyao."

Wen Tianyao's gaze lingered on Su Qingyao's face for two seconds, his scrutinizing intent undisguised.

He then nodded slightly and hummed in response through his nose, a gesture that could be considered a greeting, his attitude distant and indifferent.

But when facing Ruan Xinhe, he instantly switched modes.

He unfolded the cashmere blanket in his hand and bent down to carefully drape it over Ruan Xinhe's shoulders.

While meticulously tidying the edges of the blanket for her, he kept nagging in an unquestionable tone:

"It was windy in the restaurant this morning, and you weren't dressed warmly enough. I've told you so many times to keep warm; your stomach has only just started to feel better..."

His tone was a mixture of obvious concern and a deep-seated, obsessive possessiveness.

It was as if taking care of her and controlling every detail of her life was an innate habit and responsibility of his.

The perfect smile on Ruan Xinhe's face faded slightly.

Annoyance flashed in her eyes. She raised her hand and nudged his arm as he was still tidying the blanket. Her voice was still gentle, but it carried a clear sense of distance.

"I'm video chatting with the kids."

Wen Tianyao stopped moving.

She glanced at the screen, her gaze sweeping over Wen Yu's indifferent face before passing over Su Qingyao's bewildered eyes.

He gave a soft "hmm" and stopped moving as instructed, but did not leave. He silently took a small step back, still standing within reach of Ruan Xinhe.

Like a silent and stubborn guardian, its presence is so strong that it cannot be ignored.

The atmosphere at both ends of the video call froze for a moment because of Wen Tianyao's sudden appearance.

Ruan Xinhe's smile faded slightly compared to before, but she still maintained a polite and gentle demeanor.

She seemed to want to say something to ease the tension, but Wen Yu spoke first.

"Mom, it's getting late. Yaoyao and I are getting ready to have dinner."

Wen Yu's voice was calm and expressionless, revealing no emotion, but his arms around Su Qingyao tightened silently, as if to protect her.

Ruan Xinhe glanced at her son, then at the somewhat flustered Su Qingyao, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

She finally smiled gently, "Yaoyao, Auntie has prepared some small gifts and asked someone to take them back to China. They should arrive in a few days. They're nothing expensive, just a small token of Auntie's affection. When Auntie returns to China, we'll have a proper get-together, go shopping with her, and chat, okay?"

"Okay, thank you, Auntie," Su Qingyao replied obediently.

"Then Auntie won't bother you anymore. Yu Bao, take good care of Yao Yao, and take good care of yourself too."

"Okay, Mom. Take care of yourself too."

"Thank you, Auntie. Goodbye, Auntie. Goodbye, Uncle Wen." Su Qingyao quickly said goodbye.

The video call ended.

The ward fell silent again, but the atmosphere was completely different from before the call.

Su Qingyao keenly sensed that Wen Yu's aura had turned colder, even though he didn't say anything.

She had a vague feeling that this matter was probably related to his father.

But she didn't ask. She respected Wen Yu's decision; if he didn't say anything, it meant he wasn't ready yet.

Not wanting to see Wen Yu immersed in such a distant mood, Su Qingyao briefly explained a few words to Aunt Zhou before pulling Wen Yu's hand and dragging him out of the ward.

"Let's go, I'm hungry, let's go eat!"

In the restaurant, Su Qingyao deliberately leaned closer to tease him.

She drew out her words, her eyes gleaming with a cunning and bright light, like a mischievous kitten.

"Oh, I see~"

"My usually aloof and cool Wen had such an adorable name when he was little?"

With her uniquely sweet and soft voice, she repeated each word slowly and deliberately, "Yu, Bao?"

Seeing that Wen Yu didn't speak, Su Qingyao could only tilt her head, blink her eyes, and call out to him in an even softer and more affectionate tone.

"Yu Bao~"

"Yu Bao Yu Bao~~"

"Wenyu Baby~~ Yuyu Baby~~"

Her voice was soft and gentle, with the unique charm of a young girl, each note striking the softest spot in one's heart.

Her eyes were curved, and her smile was pure; she was so adorable that his heart skipped a beat.

The last trace of coldness in Wen Yu's eyes was completely replaced by warmth, and his heart was thrown into chaos by her erratic and coquettish behavior.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he reached out to grab her mischievous fingers, biting them lightly with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Baby," he whispered, his breath hot against hers, "you're getting bolder and bolder, daring to make fun of me like this?"

"I wasn't laughing at you!"

She looked at him with sparkling eyes, "I think... this name is especially beautiful, and it suits you very, very well."

She leaned close to his ear and whispered each word in a coquettish, playful tone.

"From now on, that's what I'll call you."

"Island, island, treasure, baby~"