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

She was very smart and had an excellent ability to imitate. In just a few minutes, she had mastered the basic grip and launching posture.

Next, Mo Ye explained the basic rules of the pinball game in simple and easy-to-understand language:

Dig two small holes as "goals," and use your marble to knock the opponent's marble away, or to bounce your marble into the holes...

Tongtong seemed to understand only a little, but her enthusiasm for participating was high, and she nodded her little head vigorously: "Tongtong understands~ Daddy, let's play!"

Mo Ye smiled and got up, took Tongtong's little toy shovel, and dug a shallow hole at each end of the open space.

Games start.

Tongtong couldn't wait to lie down on the ground, squinted her left eye, and aimed like a little sniper. She even unconsciously stuck out her little tongue and licked her lips. Then, with a "whoosh," she flicked her chubby little hand!

The marble... slowly rolled forward, moved about ten centimeters, and then stopped.

Kirigiri: 「……╮(๑•́ ₃•̀๑)╭」

Mo Ye: "Pfft..."

He Wanqing watched her daughter lying on the ground, looking ridiculous, after trying so hard for so long only to get this result, and her fingers holding the book paused slightly.

A smile then appeared in his eyes, he shook his head, and let her go.

As long as the child is happy.

"Haha, it seems Dad will have the upper hand this time." Mo Ye knelt on one knee, his posture elegant, and flicked his fingertips lightly.

His marble traced a graceful arc, and with a soft "thud," it landed precisely in the small pit on the other side.

"Wow!" Tongtong's eyes lit up instantly, temporarily forgetting her "achievements," and she clapped her little hands, "Daddy's amazing! So accurate!"

Mo Ye smiled and reminded her, "Tongtong, Daddy's your rival now~"

"Yes, that's right!" Tongtong finally realized, hugged her little tummy with both hands, tried her best to make a serious expression, and announced in her childish voice,

"It's just a little bit of hardship~ A true master doesn't strike first, Tongtong, go easy on Daddy, Tongtong can be this amazing too!"

However, Mo Ye then took a slightly more serious approach, cleverly knocking Tong Tong's marble away with a marble, turning her "advance" into a negative direction.

Tongtong's face turned red with anxiety. Pointing at her marbles, she complained pitifully:

"Daddy's a bad guy! He hit Tongtong's marbles! Tongtong even backed away!"

Mo Ye suppressed a laugh and then began to "strategically loosen the reins".

Finally, with her father's "subtle" cooperation, Tongtong aimed and exerted force—"Snap!" A marble successfully hit the edge of Mo Ye's marble!

"Yay—!" Tongtong instantly sprang to her feet, raising her hands high, jumping and hopping excitedly.

"Daddy! Daddy, look! Tongtong hit it! Tongtong hit Daddy's marble!"

Looking at the marble that had been "hit," and at the proud smile on his daughter's face that was brighter than the sunset, Mo Ye sincerely praised, "Tongtong is amazing! You've improved so quickly!"

Tongtong let out a triumphant hum through her little nose, raising her chin like a proud little peacock spreading its tail feathers.

"Hmph! Don't underestimate Tongtong~ Tongtong is very powerful! (๑`･ᴗ･´๑)"

As He Wanqing watched the father and daughter interact back and forth, their laughter never ceasing, the string of "childhood" in her heart was gently plucked.

She put down the book, her eyes revealing an eager look.

Mo Ye keenly noticed her gaze and invited with a smile, "Wanqing, would you like to come along?"

He Wanqing nodded and stood up gracefully.

Seeing this, Tongtong immediately transformed into an enthusiastic little teacher, rushing over to grab her mother's hand:

"Mommy! Mommy! Tongtong will teach you how to play~ Tongtong was taught by Daddy!"

He Wanqing readily agreed: "Okay, then I'll trouble you, Teacher Tongtong."

The title "Teacher Tongtong" made the little one even more excited, and she quickly lay back down on the ground, urging:

"Mommy! Quickly lie down! Like Tongtong!"

Then she stuck out her little bottom.

He Wanqing looked at the dust on the ground and remained silent for a second:

"Mom can just squat down."

Tongtong looked at it and thought that her mother could aim accurately even while squatting down, so she nodded and began her "teaching" with great seriousness:

"Mom, look carefully! Your thumb should be like this... with force... and then 'whoosh'..."

He Wanqing studied very diligently, but the smile in her eyes grew stronger and stronger.

After playing for nearly two hours, until Tongtong started rubbing her eyes, Mo Ye finally picked up the little one, who was still somewhat reluctant to leave.

He Wanqing looked at her daughter, who was covered in dust on her body, hands, and even the ends of her hair, turning her into a dirty but incredibly happy little kitten. She shook her head helplessly and affectionately.

Mo Ye carefully patted the dust off Tongtong's clothes and gently combed her messy hair.

Nighttime, in the master bedroom.

After washing up, He Wan lay down in her soft bed.

Tomorrow she will officially meet Mo Ye's parents. The thought of being face-to-face in a completely unfamiliar family environment still makes her feel uncontrollably nervous.

She thought she would toss and turn, unable to fall asleep.

However, when Mo Ye finished showering and lay down beside her, smelling refreshed, and naturally pulled her into his arms, that familiar sense of security and warmth instantly enveloped her.

Listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, smelling his reassuring scent, my chaotic thoughts seemed to be gently soothed by a tender hand.

She found a more comfortable spot in his arms, snuggled closer, and soon her even, shallow breathing began, as she drifted off into a deep sleep.

zzZZ……

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The next morning, as dawn broke, a few rays of pale golden sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains.

Tongtong's biological clock seemed to be wound up by the thought of "going to her grandparents' house," and she woke up very early.

She rubbed her eyes groggily, sat up while hugging the rabbit doll in her arms, and looked around—it was her princess room again.

The little guy is now quite used to "sleepwalking" back to his own bed, and even thinks it's kind of cool.

She scrambled off the bed, slipped on her soft slippers, and ran "tap tap tap" towards the master bedroom, clutching her doll.

The door was ajar; she gently pushed it open and peeked her little head in.

Mom and Dad are still sleeping!

Dad was lying on his side, with one arm draped over Mom's waist; Mom was sleeping soundly, her head resting on Dad's arm.

Tongtong pouted and muttered softly, "Mommy and Daddy are lazybones~ The sun's already up! Tongtong wants to go to Grandpa and Grandma's house to see the little white horse~"

She kicked off her slippers, climbed onto the big bed on all fours, knelt between the two of them, and stretched out her two chubby little hands, patting her parents' cheeks with both hands.

"Clap clap clap~ Daddy, get up! Clap clap clap~ Mommy, get up!"

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