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

Looking at the innocent little face on his phone, Mo Chashan's heart softened again.

He examined her closely, growing more and more fond of her, unable to suppress the urge to hold the little girl in his hands.

"No matter what," Mo Chashan said in a deep voice, his eyes filled with the decisiveness of a father:

"This child is of the bloodline of our Mo family, that's for sure."

If Mo Ye really did something outrageous, we'll break his legs and then make him apologize to the girl. He must take responsibility!

But this girl... if she's willing, we must marry her and treat her well.

Jiang Hui nodded vigorously; she felt the same way.

Men of the Mohist school may lack great abilities, but they cannot lack responsibility.

"Then... what about Dad?" Jiang Hui asked hesitantly.

Mo Chashan thought for a moment and said:

"Let's not rush into anything. Let's figure out the specifics first."

First, ask Xiao Mo what exactly happened.

"If...if it's truly a good match, we'll find a suitable time to slowly tell Dad."

Jiang Hui felt that her husband's consideration was thoughtful and nodded in agreement.

But the longing in my heart to see my granddaughter immediately grew wildly like weeds.

"Brother Shan..." She tugged at her husband's sleeve, looking at him with pleading eyes, "I want to see Tongtong... right now."

Looking into his wife's eyes, which held the same longing and eagerness as his own, Mo Chashan's last bit of hesitation vanished.

He grasped Jiang Hui's hand in return and nodded vigorously:

"Okay! Let's get ready and go as soon as possible!"

Let's go see our granddaughter, and also... the girl who made that kid Mo Ye secretly become a father."

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Inside the Mo family's new residence, Jiang Hui was busily packing her luggage, pondering what gift to bring for her granddaughter.

New little clothes, dried persimmons from home, loquats just ripening on the tree in the backyard... I wish I could pack up the whole house and take it to City S.

As she was folding clothes, she looked up and realized that her husband had left sometime earlier.

Jiang Hui continued working, but a question lingered in her mind: Where did Brother Shan go?

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Outside the courtyard gate, Mo Chashan squatted under the old locust tree, taking out his well-worn water pipe.

He took a small pinch of golden tobacco from his bag, put it into his pipe, struck a match, lit it with a "sizzle," and took a deep drag.

The pungent smoke rolls down your throat, bringing a brief moment of relaxation.

The rising smoke obscured the expression on his face.

Then, he took out his phone, found his son's number, and dialed it.

The phone rang several times before being answered.

"Dad." Mo Ye's voice came from behind a quiet background.

The conversations between father and son were always concise and direct, without much beating around the bush.

Mo Chashan didn't waste time with pleasantries; he got straight to the point, his voice low and direct:

"How is your relationship with the child's mother?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then Mo Ye's clear voice came through:

"Great. Dad, Wanqing and I are serious, we're already married."

Mo Chashan hummed in agreement and exhaled a smoke ring.

"Your mother and I are planning to go see her and Tongtong tomorrow."

These words were spoken calmly, yet carried an unquestionable parental authority.

Mo Ye on the other end of the phone was clearly taken aback.

tomorrow?!

He and He Wanqing exchanged a glance, both seeing the unpreparedness in each other's eyes.

He Wanqing subconsciously gripped Mo Ye's sleeve, silently mouthing:

"I'm not ready yet." Then she hurriedly added, "I'll go back with you on Dragon Boat Festival."

She was definitely not prepared.

Although we have already registered our marriage and have Tongtong, this is the first time I have formally met my parents-in-law as a "daughter-in-law".

She didn't even know what to wear, what gift to bring, or what to say...

The composure she displayed in the business world vanished completely, leaving only the nervousness of a young girl meeting her parents.

Mo Ye understood her feelings, gently patted the back of her hand to comfort her, and then said to the person on the other end of the phone:

"Dad, Wanqing and I have discussed it and decided that we'll go home together for the Dragon Boat Festival. You and Mom don't need to make a special trip; it's a long way and too much trouble."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, with only the soft gurgling sound of the hookah.

After a while, Mo Chashan's voice came again, his tone softened:

"Alright. I'll talk to your mom. You little brat..."

He paused, seemingly choosing his words carefully, "Simply put it this way, what happened? The child is already so big, and we're only just finding out."

Mo Ye knew that his father wanted an explanation, out of respect for the woman and consideration for the future.

He briefly described how he and He Wanqing went from a marriage of convenience to falling in love.

The article emphasizes He Wanqing's character, her love for Tongtong, and their current relationship status.

Mo Chashan listened quietly, puffing on his cigarette one cigarette after another.

Only after Mo Ye finished speaking did he let out a long sigh of relief—the faint sound of burning tobacco and exhalation could even be heard over the phone.

"You brat..." Mo Chashan's voice was laced with laughter and scolding, but more so with relief and a hint of satisfaction:

"We're quite lucky. The girl sounds nice, and Tongtong is nice too."

"You've taken responsibility and didn't do anything outrageous, so you haven't disgraced the Mexicans."

He paused, his tone becoming more serious:

"As long as your daughter and child are doing well, your mother and I have no objections."

But your grandfather's side... you'll have to figure out how to handle it yourself.

You know what kind of temper the old man has; he values ​​rules and responsibility the most.

"You'd better bring a 'get-out-of-jail-free card' back with you this time."

This "get-out-of-jail-free card" clearly refers to Tongtong and He Wanqing.

No matter how strict the old man is, he should always soften his heart when it comes to his great-granddaughter and granddaughter-in-law.

Thinking of his grandfather, Mo Ye felt a sudden unease.

Mo Ye's grandfather, Mo Weiguo, was a veteran who had truly emerged from the hail of bullets. He had fought against the Japanese and carried the iron will and toughness unique to that era.

After the victory in the War of Resistance against Japan, he laid down his gun and picked up a teaching pointer, spending his entire life teaching in rural primary schools.

The fusion of two completely different experiences in him makes the old man appear both serious and scholarly, with an imposing presence even without anger.

The fact that my grandfather fought against the Japanese was only accidentally revealed a few years ago.

At that time, human traffickers entered the village and tried to steal children, but they were caught by Grandpa Mo who happened to be passing by.

The elderly man, over seventy years old, without saying a word, picked up a hoe from the edge of the field and rushed forward. With one blow, he sent the human trafficker straight to the ICU.

When the police arrived to arrest him, they checked his identity and discovered that this agile and sharp-eyed old man was actually a veteran of the War of Resistance against Japan who had been living in anonymity for many years!

This incident even made the local news at the time, causing quite a stir.

Finally, the police investigated the situation, arrested the human traffickers, and respectfully returned Grandpa Mo to his home.

Mo Ye has always both respected and feared his grandfather since he was a child.

The old man was extremely principled and valued rules and etiquette above all else.

If he finds out that I "had a child out of wedlock..."

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