The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

When Shen Chonglu arrived home, the light in the entryway was on, and a pair of slippers that had been taken out beforehand were neatly placed on the floor with the toes pointing outwards.

He changed his shoes and went inside. Only the floor lamp next to the sofa was on in the living room. Song Yunqi was leaning back in the recliner watching a tablet with a thin blanket draped over his legs. The light from the screen shone on his face, making his jawline stand out.

"Why did you suddenly think of putting slippers for me? That's so thoughtful, I'm really flattered."

"But please don't do this kind of work again in the future, it hurts my heart."

Shen Chonglu walked over, bent down and pressed his lips to his forehead, his lips carrying the coolness of the night breeze.

Song Yunxi put down the tablet, not answering the question, but instead asking, "What did your dad say?"

The man sat down next to him and casually pulled the blanket over his lap. "It's nothing, we just talked about company matters. He's very unhappy that I'm always slacking off and being lazy."

Song Yunxi looked at him but didn't reply.

The living room was quiet for a few seconds. Shen Chonglu felt a little guilty under his gaze, touched his nose, and added, "Okay, we also talked about the baby."

"About the Song family?"

"How did you know?" Shen Chonglu was taken aback.

"His expression changed when he heard the baby's surname was Song at the dinner table today."

Song Yunxi put the tablet on the coffee table, shifted her position to lie on her side, and propped her head up with her hand as she looked at him: "His reaction was clearly off; it's no wonder he's causing you trouble."

The man sighed, leaned back on the sofa, and looked up at the ceiling: "The older generation has that one stubborn belief that the family business needs a surname to support it. But I told him that this matter has to be decided by you, and he didn't say anything more."

"You're letting me off so easily? You didn't say anything else?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Chonglu turned his head to look at him, a smug smile playing on his lips.

"I told you, but I shut you down."

"I told him that if he kept pushing me, I would take my great-great-grandmother's surname, Song, and the whole family would be surnamed Song."

Song Yunqi couldn't help but smile, "You've got some nerve, aren't you? You're probably going to get a beating."

"I got a beating, I was hit twice on the head, it still hurts." The man pretended to rub the back of his head, then leaned over and nuzzled his head toward Song Yunqi's hand.

"Give me a massage."

Song Yunqi raised her hand and patted the back of his head. She didn't use much force, but the silly dog's head was blank, and the sound was quite crisp.

Shen Chonglu let out a "howl" and leaned against the young man's shoulder, not moving. His nose brushed against the young man's neck, and his warm breath sprayed onto his skin.

The two of them leaned against each other for a while.

The young man's fingers unconsciously ran through the other person's hair, gently stroking it as if he were stroking it.

Shen Chonglu felt comfortable being touched, and made a muffled hum in his throat. His arm reached out from under the blanket and his palm pressed against his stomach.

"Was Guoguo moving around a lot today?"

He was active for a while after dinner, but he's quiet now; he's probably asleep.

Song Yunxi looked down at the man's fuzzy hair, her fingers stroking behind his ear, and suddenly spoke: "Uncle wants the child to have the surname Shen, right?"

Shen Chonglu's laughter stopped. He raised his head from his shoulder and met Song Yunqi's calm eyes.

He opened his mouth, intending to brush it off, but not wanting to deceive his wife, he finally nodded: "He wants to."

"But I also made it clear that this is your decision, and I will not act as his advocate."

These words were spoken with such conviction that Song Yunqi felt somewhat cold-hearted.

"I didn't say that the surname Shen was off-limits."

He felt it necessary to explain.

"It's just that you mentioned Song Mu Shen and Song Ai Shen so smoothly back then, so I just went along with it. The formal name hasn't been decided yet, and we can discuss the surname later."

Shen Chonglu propped himself up on his arms and sat up, his expression becoming much more serious: "Are you really willing to discuss this?"

"Why wouldn't I want to?"

Song Yunxi pulled the blanket up a little and said in a nonchalant tone, "If Uncle wants the baby's surname, just give it to him. It's not a big deal."

Shen Chonglu stared at the other person for several seconds, then suddenly leaned down, pressed his face against the other person's stomach, and said in a muffled voice:

"Thank you, it's so good to have you."

Song Yunqi nudged his head: "Get up, you're pressing on it."

"I can't press it down, I'm very gentle."

Although he said that, he still tried to lighten his weight.

"Have you decided on a name? You don't want Song Mushen anymore?"

"We'll see."

Song Yunxi yawned, a little water glistening in the corner of her eye.

"If you're free tomorrow, please submit a few shortlisted names. Avoid names with unpleasant homophones, or your child will be laughed at by classmates when they go to school."

"Okay, I'll think about it first thing tomorrow morning."

Seeing that he was starting to feel sleepy, Shen Chonglu quickly got up, bent down and picked Song Yunqi up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

The young man wrapped his arms around the man's neck and pressed his face against his chest, listening to the steady heartbeat in the man's chest.

Once inside the bedroom, Shen Chonglu put Song Yunqi on the bed, then went to the bathroom to wring out a hot towel. He used it to wipe Song Yunqi's face and hands, and then applied some pregnancy oil to her belly.

He squatted by the bed, his palm gently tracing circles on the skin, his movements practiced and his strength just right, making Song Yunqi feel exceptionally comfortable.

"alright."

The man pulled the blanket up to cover himself, then lay down on the other side, wrapping his arm around his waist and placing his palm on his stomach.

Song Yunqi closed her eyes, her breathing gradually becoming heavier.

Seeing that the area beside him had quieted down, Shen Chonglu leaned over and gently touched the back of his neck, his lips brushing against the end of his hair, and whispered something in a voice only he could hear.

He said.

I love you.

and also.

thank you.

Song Yunxi hadn't actually fallen asleep.

He closed his eyes, breathing slowly, listening to Shen Chonglu's faint touches on the back of his neck, and the sounds of breaths stuck in his throat.

The man placed his hand on his stomach, the warmth of his palm seeping through his skin, a comforting sensation. Occasionally, a movement in his stomach would cause his hand to tremble slightly.

Song Yunqi kept thinking about one thing.

He didn't actually care about this surname at all.

From the day he was sold into the Lu family at the age of five, the name Song Yuanzhi became a thorn stuck in his flesh, impossible to remove, and painful to even touch.

Later, as he grew up, he buried that thorn, along with that entire memory, deep in the corner of his heart, refusing to look at it, refusing to touch it, and pretending it didn't exist.

But every time someone calls him President Song, every time he writes that name when signing a contract, he remembers how his gambling-addicted father pushed him out like a piece of merchandise.

The character "Song" was already completely foreign to him.

When he casually joked with Shen Chonglu that the child's surname was Song, he never thought about carrying on the family line or continuing the bloodline.

He just wanted a family that belonged entirely to him, a little life that was connected to him by blood and that no one could take away from him.

At that time, he never expected that he and Shen Chonglu would end up together, let alone that their baby would gradually transform from an accidental birth into the fruit of their love.

Things gradually changed later.

Shen Chonglu was like an inseparable tail, accompanying, caring for, comforting, and doing everything for him, clumsy but persistent.

As her belly grew bigger each day, Song Yunqi felt Shen Chonglu's love for her grow stronger with time. He always took it for granted that he would wrap his arms around her, protect her, and stay close to her.

Song Yunxi had grown accustomed to the warmth of the man's palm, to the sweet nothings and promises he whispered in her ear, and to being held in that arm as she fell asleep every night.

He no longer needed to leave himself a way out.

Since the two people are already bound together, it really doesn't matter what the child's surname is.

He didn't want to give the child the surname Song, nor did he care about the surname Shen. But if he had to choose one, giving the child the surname Shen would make Shen Chuanbin happy and would put Shen Chonglu in a less difficult position. So he had nothing to refuse.

He hadn't compromised before, but he wanted to see Shen Chonglu's attitude.

See if the man will back down in the face of family pressure, or if he will use phrases like "You have to listen to my dad" to pressure him.

As a result, Shen Chonglu never budged from beginning to end, and even went so far as to say something outrageous like wanting to change his surname to Song.

He knew the other party was serious. Although it sounded outrageous, that idiot was genuinely prepared to change his surname.

And that's the attitude I want.