Another evening at Cloudtop Apartments.
Su Qianqian, still in her postpartum confinement period, lay on her side on the bed, gazing intently at the baby sleeping soundly in the crib.
The little one's features had filled out a bit more, becoming increasingly exquisite and beautiful. His small, pale fists were clenched tight, his breathing even, like a little angel who had strayed into the mortal world.
Her gaze slowly drifted to the side.
Gu Chengyu sat in an armchair, his long legs casually crossed, a slim laptop resting on his knees as he attended to work.
But his mind was clearly elsewhere; his eyes kept shifting from the screen to look tenderly at her and their son.
This scene had played out every single day for the past month.
He had stayed by her side throughout her confinement, attentive and meticulous in his care.
Su Qianqian watched his handsome profile quietly. Her heart felt a peace and security she had never known before.
After being reborn into this unfamiliar world, she had once believed that only a career and money could give her a sense of security, a firm footing.
So she had worked hard at acting, fought for resources, afraid of losing her independence.
But now, looking at this man who regarded her and their child as his whole world, she suddenly understood that unreserved love and devotion could also provide security, even a warmer kind.
With his actions, he had gradually soothed her deep-seated unease of having no true belonging.
She clenched her hand slightly, feeling her body lighter and stronger than before.
One week later.
The baby was one month old, and Su Qianqian's confinement period finally ended.
Under the care of top-tier nutritionists and rehabilitation therapists, and thanks to her naturally resilient constitution, she recovered remarkably fast, both inside and out.
Her waist had returned to its former slender grace. She had shed some of her youthful innocence, gaining instead a captivating, soft allure.
That night, after finally managing to soothe the fussy Nuonuo to sleep and handing him over to the nanny, the bedroom was at last just for the two of them.
Gu Chengyu gently embraced Su Qianqian from behind, resting his chin in the crook of her neck, inhaling her faint sweet fragrance. His breathing grew warm.
His large hand caressed her flat, firm abdomen, the place that had once nurtured their child, now smooth and delicate as ever.
His kisses fell like fine rain on the side of her neck, carrying a long-suppressed desire. "Qianqian, is it alright now? The doctor said after one month..."
Through the mirror, Su Qianqian saw his tense jawline. Remembering how he had suffered during her pregnancy, each intimate moment only a brief taste, her heart softened.
She turned around, actively wrapping her slender arms around his neck. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes glistening as she looked up at him. She gave a slight nod, her voice soft. "Mm-hmm..."
With her permission, Gu Chengyu's eyes darkened. He scooped her up in his arms and laid her gently on the large bed.
The moment he possessed her again, he couldn't help but let out a sigh, instantly captivated, utterly unable to restrain himself.
Her body seemed even more maddening than before pregnancy. As tender as a maiden's, it nearly undid him.
His voice at her ear was hoarse with wonder and obsession. "Qianqian, after giving birth to Nuonuo, how are you... even more..." He was at a loss for words, unable to find any adjective to describe that soul-consuming bliss, and could only claim her with primal fervor.
Su Qianqian's fingers clutched the bedsheet desperately. The corners of her eyes were tinged with a captivating crimson, making her appear all the more enchantingly beautiful.
!!!
After their passion.
Su Qianqian, still sniffling, fell into a deep sleep in his arms, her brow still faintly furrowed in pitiful exhaustion. Her delicate body trembled occasionally against his, soothed by the gentle pats of his large hand on her back.
Gu Chengyu felt no sleepiness. He gazed dreamily at the lovely figure sleeping peacefully in his embrace, his thumb tracing her exquisite brows and eyes and her swollen lips with tender affection.
His Qianqian. His treasure.
After bearing his child, she had not lost a shred of her beauty. Instead, she bloomed with an even more dazzling radiance, making him more addicted, more unable to extricate himself.
He lowered his head and pressed an infinitely precious kiss to her forehead, drawing her even tighter into his embrace.
The love of his life. Until death do them part.
