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

Chapter 195 Husband, you're a god!

Those eyes were sparkling, clearly saying: I want to see him soon.

Zhang Miaoke's heart melted at the sight, and she couldn't do anything about it. She squatted down and slipped a piece of paper through the crack in the door.

"Once you pass this hurdle, the door will open. First, answer ten questions about Yaoyao. For every wrong answer, you'll receive a 1000 RMB red envelope!"

Wen Yu took the paper and glanced at it.

When did Su Qingyao first meet Wen Yu?

What is Su Qingyao's favorite food?

What is Su Qingyao's birthday?

In which journal was Su Qingyao's first paper published?

.......

Wen Yu laughed freely and confidently.

This isn't a difficult question; it's practically a freebie.

"In the back garden of the Su family's banquet, Yaoyao was 12 years old, and I was 14."

"Sweet and sour pork ribs, but I prefer mine."

December 2nd.

"Chinese Journal of Physics"

.......

He answered all the questions in one go, without getting a single one wrong.

There was a two-second silence inside the room, followed by Zhang Miaoke's incredulous exclamation: "Goodness... you really know Yaoyao, you passed!"

The lock turned, and the door to the new house slowly opened.

Wen Yu led the crowd in, but his steps froze the moment he saw Su Qingyao.

Su Qingyao sat upright on the bed.

Adorned in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, her red makeup was breathtaking.

She had her hands folded on her knees, a slight smile playing on her lips, and was looking at him.

The moment their eyes met, Wen Yu felt as if the whole world had disappeared.

The laughter around me disappeared, I could no longer feel the shoving behind me, and I even forgot to breathe.

He only had eyes for her.

nice.

How can she be so beautiful?

He had seen her in her white lab coat, focused on her experiments; he had seen her in her pajamas, curled up on the sofa reading; he had seen her in that green dress, smiling at him in the sunlight.

He had seen her in every form, and each one was etched in his heart.

He thought he had seen all her beauty.

But at this moment, seeing her in her bright red wedding dress, he felt that all his imagination in his life combined was not even a fraction of what he was seeing.

She seemed to have stepped out of a painting, or perhaps it was a dream he had cherished for twelve years that had finally come true at this moment.

The tassels of her phoenix crown hung down on her forehead, making her eyes appear even brighter.

She looked at him, her eyes filled with laughter, shyness, and overflowing love.

He just stared at her blankly, without moving.

Only one thought kept churning in my mind.

This is his wife.

She is Wen Yu's wife.

She is the person he has cherished in his heart since he was fourteen, the love of his life whom he waited twelve years for, and the person he wants to cherish, pamper, and love for a lifetime.

He wanted to present the whole world to her.

But looking at her now, he felt that even if he presented the whole world to her, it would not be enough.

"Wen Yu?" Zhang Miaoke's voice rang out from beside her. "Wen Yu? Snap out of it!"

I called out twice, but there was no response.

"Wenyu? Feed—"

Still no response.

Su Qingyao sat on the bed, looking at his dazed expression, and couldn't help but smile.

A faint blush rose on her cheeks, and she spoke softly, her voice as gentle as melting honey.

"Honey, snap out of it."

That "husband" was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples in his heart.

Wen Yu suddenly snapped back to his senses, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he coughed lightly in an attempt to cover up his lapse in composure, but his ears turned red uncontrollably.

The surrounding area immediately erupted in chaos.

"Oh my! Wen Yu is blushing!"

"His ears are all bright red! Look, look!"

"What a disappointment, Wen Yu? What a disappointment!"

Jiang Shubai, who had been thrown away, somehow reappeared and started making the most noise on the side.

"Ah Yu! The way you looked at me just now, it was like you wanted to devour the bride! Tone it down!"

Zhang Miaoke laughed so hard she almost fell over, and didn't forget to add insult to injury, "Don't blame the groom! With a bride this beautiful, who could resist, hahaha!"

Wen Yu's ears grew redder and redder as they laughed, but he couldn't bear to take his eyes off Su Qingyao.

He walked up to her, squatted down in front of her, and looked up at her.

From this angle, she could see all the emotions in his eyes: amazement, joy, caution, and a sense of having found a treasure.

There is so much love, so much love that it's almost overflowing.

"Honey, you look so beautiful today, so incredibly beautiful."

Su Qingyao looked down at him and smiled slightly.

"I know," she blinked, a hint of smugness in her voice. "You too~"

She added another sentence, her voice soft, but it sent a shiver down his spine.

"You look the most beautiful I've ever seen today."

Wen Yu's breath hitched, and he looked up at her, smiling foolishly.

Baby, how can you be so cute?

Zhang Miaoke and Wen Zhaoyue immediately stepped in, each standing on one side, separating Wen Yu and Su Qingyao.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?!" Zhang Miaoke said aggressively, hands on her hips. "You want to talk to the bride before you've even finished the challenge? No way!"

Wen Yu was blocked two steps away by them, but he was not annoyed. He just smiled helplessly and raised his hands in surrender.

"Okay, the bridesmaid's decision is final."

Despite saying that, his gaze passed over them and landed on Su Qingyao's face before quickly returning to Zhang Miaoke.

"What's the next step?"

Zhang Miaoke cleared her throat, pulled out a folded piece of red paper from behind her back, unfolded it, and read it aloud in a serious tone:

"Congratulations, groom, on successfully entering the bridal chamber! Next, you have five challenges to complete. Only by passing all five can you take your bride away!"

Wen Yu nodded, flexed his wrists, and said, "Come on."

"The first challenge is a push-up quiz. The groom has to do push-ups in front of the bride. For each push-up, he has to call out the bride's nickname. He can only stop after doing fifty. If his arms start to tremble or he can't call out the nickname, he has to start over."

Wen Yu raised an eyebrow and lay down without saying a word.

"Baby." One.

"Yaoyao." (Two characters)

"Wife." (Three)

"Baby." (Four)

"My heart and soul." Five.

He shouted as he did it, his voice steady and rhythmic, his muscles rising and falling with the movements, yet his expression remained incredibly relaxed.

Su Qingyao looked down at him, watching him glance up at her with a smile in his eyes after each action, and couldn't help but smile herself.

"Goodness." Thirty-one.

"My dear." Thirty-two.

"Little Ancestor." Thirty-three.

Zhang Miaoke counted the numbers beside her, her eyes wide with amazement. "As expected of Young Master Wen, his stamina is amazing, he doesn't seem tired at all..."

Wen Yu didn't even pant when he made forty-five.

He looked up at Su Qingyao and gently called out the last two words:

"Mrs. Wen." Forty-nine.

"My everything." Fifty.

After uttering the last word, he tilted his head back and smiled at her.

That smile was brighter than the sunlight outside the window, and more enthusiastic than the red silk filling the room.

Su Qingyao's heart skipped a beat.

She lowered her head, looked at him, and smiled along.

Zhang Miaoke clapped wildly from the sidelines, "Great job, Wen Shao, you're awesome! You passed!"

Wen Yu stood up, patted off non-existent dust from his hands, but his gaze never left Su Qingyao.