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

Less than a minute later, Ye Qin gasped in shock.

"Holy crap!!! Mo Ye! When did you get married?! He Wanqing...wow, this girl is something else!"

Impressive resume, and a PhD in finance...tsk tsk tsk.

Mo Ye's eyes twitched slightly.

This efficiency... checking personal information is like going through your own drawer.

Before he could even speak, Ye Qin exclaimed in surprise as if he had discovered a new continent:

"Wait a minute! This timing is wrong! Your daughter is already over three years old! You rascal... you're something else! Quietly doing big things, getting married because she's pregnant?"

Wait, didn't you swear before that your girlfriend was slowing down your coding speed?

Back then, that girl... the most beautiful girl in the Literature Department, waited for you downstairs in the dorm all afternoon, but you just wouldn't come down, saying that women would only slow you down your typing speed... Oh~~~"

Ye Qin's voice suddenly turned sly, drawing out the words:

"I get it! So that's your taste, kid! You don't like innocent junior girls, you prefer mature married women~"

No, no, no, she's a young and beautiful female CEO!

No wonder I wasn't moved back then; so this was what I was waiting for! Well done, my disciple, you have a sharp eye!

Mo Ye: "...Master, stop your dangerous imagination. Tongtong is my biological daughter."

"Biological child?!" Ye Qin's voice was even more horrified. "A real-life 'running away with a baby'?"

"A genius programmer secretly married for three years, his beautiful wife and daughter make a powerful comeback"? No... Mo Ye, are you sure your world hasn't suddenly been invaded by some novel script?

Why would a female CEO of that caliber just... be given away for free?

And it even comes with a little baby? Holy crap! Even novels wouldn't dare to write something like this! They'd be afraid readers would call them delusional!

He became increasingly agitated as he spoke, pounding his chest and stamping his feet:

"Damn it! I'm green with envy! Why doesn't this kind of good thing happen to me?"

I'm over forty and still a bachelor, spending my days with code and instant noodles!

How old are you, kid? You already have a wife and kids! And they're the top-of-the-line ones!

"Damn it, this is outrageous!"

Listening to his master's incoherent expressions of shock, doubt, envy, and resentment at being single for many years, Mo Ye knew that it was impossible to explain in a short time.

He spoke decisively, with a barely perceptible smile, into the microphone, uttering his final words:

"Sir, I really have to go now, the kindergarten will close soon. Let's talk later."

Then, amidst Ye Qin's shouts of "Hey, wait a minute! Say it again! Hey! You brat!", Mo Ye cleanly and efficiently unplugged the power cord from the computer host.

The screen went black instantly, and the world became quiet.

He stood up, stretched his stiff neck, and picked up the car keys from the table. Shen Qing peeked out from the bed: "Going to pick up the kid?"

"Mm." Mo Ye nodded.

Mo Ye leisurely rode his electric scooter, heading towards the kindergarten at a leisurely pace.

It was still early, a gentle breeze was blowing, and it should have been a pleasant evening.

However, at a traffic light intersection, a sharp, unexplained cramping pain suddenly shot through his abdomen.

It felt like an icy hand suddenly gripped his stomach and twisted it hard.

"Uh..." Mo Ye groaned, and a fine layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

A familiar, heart-pounding, turbulent feeling swept over me.

Oops!

Acute gastroenteritis!

This problem, stemming from long-term irregular eating habits, hasn't recurred for several months.

Could it be that bowl of spicy snail rice noodles I had at lunchtime...?

Mo Ye gritted his teeth, enduring another wave of excruciating pain and nausea, his vision becoming somewhat blurred.

He struggled to control the electric scooter, wobbling as it approached the roadside. With his last bit of strength, he propped the scooter up, clutching his stomach and bending over, almost curling up in pain.

Cold sweat trickled down his temples, he breathed heavily, and his vision blurred.

Just when he was about to give up, a white SUV screeched to a halt right in front of him.

The car door opened, and a pair of feet in delicate low-heeled shoes strode in.

"Mo Ye? It really is you!" A female voice, filled with surprise and concern, rang out.

Mo Ye struggled to lift his eyes, and through his blurred vision, he saw Qin Yue's exquisitely made-up face, which was filled with worry.

She appeared to have just returned from outside, and was carrying a file folder with the logo of a psychological counseling center on it.

"What's wrong with you? You look terrible!" Qin Yue squatted down, her professional instincts telling her to quickly observe his condition—his face was deathly pale, he was covered in cold sweat, and his hands were pressed tightly against his upper abdomen.

"Acute...acute gastroenteritis..." Mo Ye squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth, his voice weak.

"Can you walk? Quick, get in the car, I'll take you to the hospital!" Qin Yue made a decisive decision, her tone leaving no room for argument.

She held onto Mo Ye's arm with one hand and quickly opened the passenger door with the other.

Mo Ye didn't care about being polite at this moment. He used his willpower to prop himself up and almost leaned on Qin Yue to get into the car.

Qin Yue helped him fasten his seatbelt, then went back to take his electric scooter key and put it in his pocket, her movements swift and efficient.

Back in the driver's seat, Qin Yue stepped on the gas, and the car smoothly and quickly merged into the traffic.

While keeping an eye on the road, she also observed Mo Ye's condition through the rearview mirror. Seeing that his brows were furrowed and his lips had lost their color, she became even more anxious.

She quickly dialed He Wanqing's number using her Bluetooth headset.

He Wanqing was signing off on the last few documents in the president's office when her phone vibrated. She was somewhat surprised to see that it was Qin Yue's number.

At this time, Yueyue usually doesn't disturb her work.

"Yueyue, what's wrong?" She answered the phone, her voice as steady as ever.

"Wanqing! Your little man! Your little man, he..." Qin Yue spoke quickly, her voice filled with obvious anxiety.

He Wanqing didn't react for a moment: "My man?" Then, her mind went blank, all her thoughts instantly focusing on Mo Ye. Her heart sank. "Mo Ye? What happened to Mo Ye?!"

"Don't rush, listen to me," Qin Yue took a deep breath and tried to explain the situation clearly and quickly:

"I ran into him on the road. He had an acute attack of gastroenteritis and was in a lot of pain. I'm taking him to the hospital now."

Don't panic, it shouldn't be a big problem, but it needs to be dealt with immediately.

"Which hospital? I'm coming right away!" He Wanqing stood up abruptly, not even caring that the pen she had dropped on the ground.

An unprecedented sense of panic gripped her instantly; her heart pounded in her chest, and her fingers gripping the phone trembled slightly.

"The First Municipal Hospital, Emergency Department. I'm almost there, take me directly to the emergency room!" Qin Yue reported the address.

"Okay! I'm coming right away!" He Wanqing hung up the phone, and before she could even tidy up the table, she grabbed her handbag and car keys and rushed out.

As he passed by Secretary Xiaoqian's workstation, he only left a brief comment:

"If there's an emergency, you can handle the rest of the work. Send me any urgent documents to my email."

Xiaoqian stared in disbelief as the president practically sprinted towards the private elevator, a folder in his hand ready to be presented. She remained stunned for a long time.

Xiaoqian: (((o(*°▽°*)o)))

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