Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

When did her daughter learn these "green tea" tricks?

Mo Ye started the car with smooth and natural movements, showing no tension or excitement in driving this expensive luxury car, as if he were just driving an ordinary car.

This composure beyond her years caused a barely perceptible hint of surprise to flash across He Wanqing's eyes.

The car stopped in front of a large supermarket.

Mo Ye turned off the engine and turned to He Wanqing in the back seat, saying, "I'm going downstairs to buy some groceries."

Tongtong immediately responded positively, unbuckled her seatbelt, and was about to jump.

Mo Ye picked up Tongtong and looked at He Wanqing. The word "Miss He" was on the tip of his tongue, but remembering what Tongtong had just said, he coughed lightly and changed his words, saying, "Wanqing, you can wait for us in the car. We'll be back soon."

He Wanqing was slightly taken aback by his sudden use of the word "Wanqing," then nodded and took out the documents she was carrying: "Okay, I'll take care of some work."

Seeing how quickly she got into work mode, Mo Ye thought to himself that she really was a workaholic.

He steadily hoisted Tongtong onto his shoulders, and the little one excitedly grabbed his ear, giggling.

"Let's go, Commander Tongtong, let's go buy military rations!" Mo Ye carried his daughter and strode towards the supermarket entrance.

The sunlight cast long shadows of the father and daughter, and the air seemed to be filled with a warm atmosphere called "home".

He Wanqing looked up through the car window at the two figures, one tall and one short, disappearing into the crowd. Her cold heart felt as if a small pebble had been thrown into it, creating gentle ripples that she herself was unaware of.

The warm lights of the supermarket illuminated the shelves and the excited little dumplings dancing around in the shopping cart.

"Daddy! I want that bear-shaped cookie!"

"Dad! Those rainbow candies look so delicious!"

"Wow! It's strawberry-flavored jelly!"

Tongtong sat in the shopping cart, pointing at everything with her little finger, while Moye smiled and agreed, continuously putting the "tributes" his daughter had chosen into the cart. In less than twenty minutes, the first shopping cart was already piled high with goods.

"Tongtong, eating too many snacks is bad for your tummy." Mo Ye looked at the car full of snacks, trying to regain a bit of his senses.

Tongtong immediately pouted, her big, dark eyes welling up with tears, and she tugged at Mo Ye's clothes, gently shaking them: "Daddy~ just buy a little bit~ okay~"

That sweet, childlike pleading was like a feather brushing against his heart, and Mo Ye instantly crumbled.

"Okay, okay, I'll buy it! Daddy will buy it for you!" He immediately pushed over a second shopping cart. "If our Tongtong likes it, we'll buy more!"

When the second car also started to emerge, Tongtong was still not satisfied and slipped off the car to try to push the third one.

She had barely taken her first step when she met a cold, indifferent gaze.

He Wanqing stood at the end of the passageway, arms crossed, her face calm, yet exuding an aura of quiet authority.

Tongtong's chubby little hand froze in mid-air, then quickly withdrew, like a startled little rabbit, and "whoosh" hid behind Mo Ye, tightly gripping his trouser leg, whispering, "Daddy..."

Mo Ye was immersed in the smug feeling of "giving his daughter whatever she wants," and thought she was just shy, so he gently patted her head and said, "Don't be afraid, Daddy has money."

"Are you very rich?"

A cold voice sounded from behind him. Mo Ye's back stiffened, and he slowly turned around to meet He Wanqing's unreadable eyes.

"It's...it's alright..." He chuckled dryly, his imposing manner instantly diminishing.

He Wanqing glanced at the two "mountains of snacks" and frowned slightly: "Children shouldn't eat so many snacks. Put them back."

"Okay." Mo Ye responded readily, but Tongtong let out a "woof," her little face full of reluctance.

The two, one big and one small, dejectedly began the "return process".

It took more than twenty minutes to put those colorful snacks back where they belonged.

After doing all this, both of them had beads of sweat on their foreheads.

Tongtong leaned close to Moye's ear and whispered in what she thought was a very soft voice, "Mommy is so fierce..."

Mo Ye was about to say something when he looked up and saw He Wanqing standing quietly behind them. He quickly turned Tongtong's little head to the right position.

Tongtong immediately put on a sweet smile, her voice as sweet as honey: "Mommy~"

He Wanqing ignored the clumsy performance and turned to walk straight to the exit.

Mo Ye quickly picked up Tongtong, grabbed the groceries he had already bought, and hurried after her, secretly relieved: Luckily I bought the groceries first!

The train carriage was unusually quiet on the return trip. Tongtong was unusually quiet, and Moye was focused on driving, his eyes fixed straight ahead. The atmosphere was subtly calm, like the calm before a storm.

The car stopped in front of the old-style residential building where Mo Ye rented a place.

"We've arrived," Mo Ye said to He Wanqing in the back seat.

He Wanqing got out of the car and looked around.

Although the building is old, it is clean and tidy.

"Xiao Mo, you're back? And who are these people?" The enthusiastic neighbor greeted her with a smile.

Mo Ye smiled and replied, "Aunt Li, this is my family."

"Wow, this family is so good-looking! The little girl is so pretty!" Aunt Li looked at Tongtong, her smile lines deepening.

Tongtong immediately narrowed her eyes, her little mouth as sweet as honey: "Auntie is pretty too!"

Aunt Li burst into laughter, took a red apple from her basket, and stuffed it into Tongtong's hand: "This little one has a sweet tongue! Here, have an apple!"

"Thank you, Auntie!" Tongtong obediently accepted it.

Mo Ye took two mangoes out of the bag and handed them over: "Aunt Li, please try these."

"Oh dear, how could I accept this!" Aunt Li waved her hands repeatedly, "Take it back quickly! You young people have it tough!"

Seeing this, Mo Ye stopped insisting.

He Wanqing nodded slightly to Aunt Li: "Thank you."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Mo Ye led the two upstairs.

"The apartment is a bit small, please don't mind." Mo Ye opened the door to room 601.

Tongtong was the first to jump in: "I would never look down on Daddy's house!"

He Wanqing said calmly, "I'm not that delicate."

Mo Ye nodded, took out two pairs of brand-new slippers from the bag and put them down: "Just bought these, change your shoes."

He Wanqing glanced at the slippers that fit perfectly and gained a new appreciation for Mo Ye's thoughtfulness.

The room wasn't big, but it was very tidy.

The room is decorated in light colors, with a few potted green plants scattered throughout. Sunlight streams in through the clean windows, creating a warm and bright atmosphere.

He Wanqing nodded slightly, her goodwill towards Mo Ye increasing even more.

As soon as Tongtong entered the house, she regained her energy, like a bird released from its cage.

Just as He Wanqing was about to speak up and restrain her, Tongtong said matter-of-factly, "This is Daddy's house, not outside!"

Mo Ye smiled and agreed, "Yes, at Daddy's house, Tongtong can do whatever she wants."

"Then I'll help Dad cook!" Tongtong volunteered.

Mo Ye did not refuse and took her small hand as they walked into the kitchen.

He Wanqing looked at her daughter's excited back and hesitated for a moment—she had never been good at cooking.