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

The marbles refracted dreamlike colors under the light, instantly captivating Tongtong. She grabbed one with her chubby little hand and couldn't put it down.

"Beautiful! Daddy, this is beautiful! Tongtong likes it!"

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"Daddy will buy Tongtong a big jar, okay? When we get back, Daddy will teach you how to play marbles, it's so much fun!"

"Okay!" Tongtong nodded vigorously, hugging the can of marbles that Mo Ye handed her, her smile so wide her eyes disappeared.

He Wanqing stood aside, content as she watched her daughter holding a can of marbles worth ten yuan.

Looking at her beaming face and then at Mo Ye's profile as he patiently and gently coaxed his daughter, I felt my heart filled with something warm and tender.

Hmm~ My own daughter, she seems a little...? But, she's so cute! Very adorable.

Mo Ye walked to the cashier and paid ten yuan.

Looking at his wife and daughter laughing happily, his heart was filled with a simple sense of happiness.

Yes, the necklace was a gift from my master's wife; it didn't cost any money.

The mother and daughter were both happy after spending ten yuan.

This deal was incredibly profitable.

In the car, He Wanqing finally couldn't suppress her curiosity and turned to look at Mo Ye in the driver's seat, asking:

"How do you know people from Qin Qing Group? And how did you manage to get in touch with them with just one phone call...?"

She paused, her tone genuinely doubtful, "Don't even mention me, even if my mom asked, they might not give me that kind of face. Your phone call..."

Mo Ye, with one hand on the steering wheel, smiled slightly upon hearing this and said without keeping him in suspense, "It's not me, it's my master, his name is Ye Qin."

"Ye Qin?" He Wanqing repeated the name, then suddenly realized, "The 'Qin' from Qin Qing Group?"

"Hmm." Mo Ye nodded, giving her a look that said, "You guessed right."

He Wanqing took a slight breath.

She had felt that the name "Qin Qing" was somewhat special, not like a simple name, but more like it had some deeper meaning or commemoration.

However, she had never heard Shangguan Qing announce her marriage or partner publicly, and always thought it was just a coincidence.

"But..." She frowned, her beautiful brows furrowing, "President Shangguan hasn't made it public..."

"The relationship between my master and his wife," Mo Ye interrupted her, his tone becoming more serious.

"It's quite complicated and involves a lot of past events, so I don't know much about it myself. Besides, I promised my master that I wouldn't tell anyone anything about him."

He looked at He Wanqing with apologetic eyes, "Wanqing, this... I really can't say."

He Wanqing looked at his serious expression and nodded understandingly.

Everyone has a past they don't want to talk about and secrets they need to protect, especially legendary figures like Shangguan Qing who hold high positions, whose emotional and private matters are inevitably more sensitive.

The "Ye Qin" who she has waited for for so many years and can never forget must be no ordinary person.

The fact that Mo Ye could become that person's apprentice already says a lot.

She stopped pressing the question and changed the subject, which was also something she was curious about:

"Was the code you wrote before very profitable?"

She remembered that she had just handed him the card, but he had pushed it back, which had surprised her.

Now it seems that her little man is even more... unfathomable than she imagined.

Mo Ye's eyes flickered when he heard the question.

He originally wanted to tell her about his other identity directly, but as soon as the words were on the tip of his tongue, a mischievous thought suddenly popped into his head—why bother saying it now?

Why not leave a "surprise" for her? Maybe we can "trick" her a little later?

For example, seeing her feel sorry for herself because of her "financial difficulties," or... other interesting reactions?

A slightly mischievous yet expectant smile unconsciously crept onto his lips. Hehehe...

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He Wanqing keenly caught the fleeting, slightly "lewd" smile on his face, and narrowed her eyes:

"What are you laughing at? You look like you have malicious intentions."

"Ahem, it's nothing." Mo Ye quickly composed himself, cleared his throat, and answered her question.

"Well... I did make some money from those projects. Probably... tens of millions." He tried to downplay it.

"Tens of millions?!" He Wanqing was genuinely surprised this time.

She knew the IT industry had a high ceiling, but Mo Ye was still so young, hadn't even graduated from university, yet he could earn tens of millions just by taking on projects?

This goes far beyond the scope of "excellent".

"Can you really learn this much at university?"

She herself graduated from a top university and is well aware of the huge gap between campus education and real business projects.

"It's all thanks to my master's teachings," Mo Ye answered honestly, his tone filled with gratitude and respect for Ye Qin.

"My current skills are almost entirely derived from him."

He Wanqing nodded knowingly.

The mysterious Master Ye Qin must possess extraordinary abilities to have taught such a disciple.

Looking at Mo Ye's smooth profile, a hint of pride rose in her eyes—the man she had chosen was indeed far more outstanding than she had initially imagined.

Tongtong sat in her car seat in the back, clutching her precious can of marbles, completely uninterested in the conversation between her parents in the front seat about "tens of millions," "master," and "Qinqing Group."

She simply lowered her head, looking through the transparent jar at the colorful glass beads with beautiful patterns inside. Her big eyes curved into crescents, and her little face was full of innocent joy.

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Back home, Mo Ye changed into slippers, went straight into the kitchen, tied on an apron, and began preparing dinner.

Tongtong also nimbly kicked off her little shoes, wearing white socks, and followed behind her father with a "tap tap tap" sound, like a happy little tail.

"Daddy~ Daddy!" She tugged at Mo Ye's trouser leg, tilting her little face up with expectant eyes, "Tongtong wants to learn how to play marbles! Now!"

Mo Ye was washing vegetables when he heard this. He bent down and gently rubbed his daughter's soft little bun on her head with the back of his clean hand.

"Sweetie, go put your slippers on first. After we've eaten and have more energy, Daddy will teach Tongtong how to play, okay?"

"Aww~ I know!" Tongtong happily responded after receiving the promise, then turned around and ran back to the door, obediently putting on her slippers.

After a cozy dinner, a beautiful sunset lingered on the horizon. Although it was a bit dark, it was still possible to enjoy the view with the help of the streetlights.

Mo Ye held Tongtong's little hand, while He Wanqing moved a comfortable outdoor chair and picked up a book. Together they came to the flat open space in front of the villa.

He Wanqing found a spot where she could see the father and daughter interacting without disturbing them, opened her book, but her gaze lingered more on the couple.

Mo Ye first demonstrated.

He knelt on one knee, picked up a marble, gripped it tightly with his thumb, and flicked it gently—"whoosh," the marble traced a short straight line and rolled forward with precision.

"Did you see that clearly, Tongtong? You need to press your thumb down firmly so that it will have more power when you flick it out," Mo Ye explained patiently.

Tongtong immediately crouched down, lay on the ground, and stared intently at her father's hand with her big eyes. Her little face was serious, and her lips were pursed.

She imitated Mo Ye, stretching out her chubby little hand and trying hard to press the marble down with her thumb, her little brows furrowing slightly from the effort...