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

Mo Ye and He Wanqing felt soft "little slaps" on their faces while they were asleep.

I groggily opened my eyes and saw my precious daughter sitting in the middle, full of energy, performing the "wake-up service".

The two, with their messy hair, looked at each other and exclaimed in exasperation.

Mo Ye swiftly grabbed Tongtong's chubby little hand that had committed the crime, his voice still heavy with sleepiness:

"Tongtong...why are you up so early?"

He yawned, glanced at the faintly bright sky outside the window, and looked a little puzzled.

This little girl used to be a master of sleeping in, so how come she's so eager to get up early since she started sleeping independently?

When Tongtong saw that her father was awake, her big eyes immediately lit up like stars:

"Daddy! Let's go to Grandpa and Grandma's house! Hurry up! Don't oversleep!" She shook Mo Ye's arm anxiously.

Mo Ye fumbled for his phone on the bedside table, squinted at the time—7:03.

He sighed helplessly, scooped the excited little one into his arms, and gently rubbed his stubble-covered chin against her soft head.

"Honey, it's only a little past seven. Our flight is at 9:45, so there's still plenty of time. Sleep a little longer; you'll need plenty of energy to play."

As he spoke, he adjusted his posture, wrapped Tongtong in his arms, and closed his eyes again.

"Huh?" Tongtong raised her little face blankly, blinking her clear big eyes.

Go back to sleep?

But... but Tongtong wants to go to her grandparents' house!

She didn't want to sleep at all!

She nervously tugged at the little strap on her pajamas, her dark, grape-like eyes darting around, when suddenly a brilliant idea struck her—she'd got it!

Before going out, my mom sat in front of the mirror for a long time, applying makeup, and then she became incredibly beautiful!

Tongtong wants to look pretty, so will Mom and Dad get up too?

The little one gently wriggled out of his father's arms, climbed off the bed, and then laboriously climbed onto the high stool in front of his mother's dressing table.

Looking at the dazzling array of bottles and jars, she was a little overwhelmed.

The little brain tried hard to recall the mother's actions... Hmm, it seems there's a small red tube that's very important!

The little one tiptoed and accurately grabbed the bright red lipstick that He Wanqing often used among the dazzling array of cosmetics.

She unscrewed the cap, looked in the mirror, and applied the lipstick to her lips in a very serious and meticulous manner.

Her small hand was unsteady, and the red color immediately went beyond the lip line, appearing on her chin and cheeks.

She wasn't satisfied, so she picked up a box of blush next to her and haphazardly patted it on her face with a powder puff, instantly turning her little face red and uneven.

Finally, she also found a shimmering eyeshadow palette, dabbed some on her eyelids, forehead, and even the tip of her nose with her finger...

Before long, a colorful and creative little kitten was born.

Tongtong looked at herself in the mirror from left to right and was extremely satisfied. She felt like she was a fairy!

She jumped off the stool and ran downstairs, her short legs disappearing in a flash.

As I passed through the entryway, I caught a glimpse of my mother's beautiful silver stilettos.

The little one's eyes lit up, and she immediately kicked off her little slippers. Those slippers were too big for Tongtong, so she stuffed her little feet into them and then walked around wobbling and clattering, intending to show her parents what she had accomplished.

When Mo Ye and He Wanqing were awakened again by the faint "clanging" sound downstairs, they got up to check and saw this scene—

Their "little fairy" was holding onto the back of the sofa, shakily trying to maintain her balance in high heels that were at least 7 or 8 sizes too big.

That once fair and tender little face was now like a spilled palette, with patches of red and purple, and paired with that "blood-red mouth" painted like it had just eaten a child... the visual impact was enormous.

Mo Ye and He Wanqing stood at the top of the stairs, both silent.

He Wanqing's gaze slowly shifted from her daughter's face to the direction of the room, unable to imagine the "tragic" scene that her dressing table must be in right now.

She took a deep breath and quickly walked down the stairs.

Tongtong was happily "walking the runway" when her mother suddenly picked her up and before she could react, she was pressed onto her mother's lap.

"Mom? What are you doing?" Tongtong asked blankly.

He Wanqing didn't say anything, but simply raised her hand and slapped her little bottom a few times.

The force wasn't strong, but it was enough to make the little guy understand that he had caused trouble.

"Aww—!" Tongtong let out an exaggerated cry, complaining with a pitiful expression.

"Mommy's killing the child again! Tongtong just wanted to look pretty when she went to her grandparents' house!"

Seeing his daughter's "miserable" state—a face covered in grime and a pitiful expression—Mo Ye couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

He chuckled and quickly pulled out his phone, snapping several photos before posting them to a group chat called "A Loving Family".

After sending the message, he slapped his forehead, realizing he hadn't added He Wanqing to the group. Mo Ye then casually added He Wanqing to the family group.

"Daddy, you're so mean! You bad guy! You're laughing at Tongtong!" Tongtong felt even more aggrieved when she saw that her father not only didn't help but also took pictures as a "souvenir".

Mo Ye coughed lightly, his smile fading, and walked over to take the "little kitten" from He Wanqing's arms, saying gently:

"Tongtong, it's not wrong to want to be pretty, but you have to use the right methods. Children's skin is delicate, so you can't just use your mother's cosmetics."

Next time you want to wear makeup, ask Mommy to help you. Use children's makeup, okay? Besides, our Tongtong is the prettiest child even without makeup.

He Wanqing's anger subsided. Looking at her daughter's little mouth covered in lipstick and her bright eyes, she felt both annoyed and amused.

She took Tongtong's hand: "Come on, Mommy will take you to wash your face clean, and then I'll put some baby cream on you. It'll smell nice, make your skin smooth, and you'll be just as pretty."

Back on the second floor, seeing the chaotic dressing table, He Wanqing's lips twitched again.

She resigned herself to her fate and began to tidy up, while thoroughly cleaning Tongtong's little face.

The warm towel wiped away the exaggerated colors, revealing Tongtong's original fair and soft skin.

He Wanqing then applied a moisturizing children's face cream to her and gently patted it in.

Tongtong touched her now smooth, soft, and fragrant little face, looked at herself in the mirror from left to right, and finally giggled again:

"Smooth! Fragrant! Gorgeous!"

Looking at her easily satisfied expression, He Wanqing's anger subsided, and she couldn't help but tap her forehead:

"I wonder who he got this vain habit from."

After getting ready, He Wanqing put on a delicate and appropriate light makeup, after all, it was her first time formally meeting her future in-laws, and she wanted to leave the best impression.

She chose an elegantly tailored white dress, simple and sophisticated, transforming Tongtong into a little princess with a fluffy tulle skirt and adorable hair clips...