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

Mo Chashan had been waiting impatiently for a long time. Upon hearing this, he immediately took Tongtong as if he had received a rare treasure. He carefully and with great satisfaction took her into his arms, held her in his arms, and weighed her in his hands. His face was full of undisguised smiles.

Jiang Hui adjusted her breathing and expression before walking with Mo Chashan, who was holding Tongtong, toward Mo Ye and He Wanqing, who had been considerately giving them space to be close.

When Mo Ye and He Wanqing saw their parents approaching, they smiled and took a few steps forward to greet them.

He Wanqing's heart skipped a beat.

The formal meeting is about to begin.

As Mo Chashan and Jiang Hui approached, their gazes both fell on He Wanqing.

Even though they already had an impression of her from the video, seeing her in person, her stunningly beautiful face and graceful demeanor still amazed the two elders.

They carefully examined their daughter-in-law, becoming more and more satisfied with her, their smiles overflowing from the corners of their eyes and brows.

He Wanqing noticed the kind and affectionate look in his eyes, and the nervousness she had just suppressed resurfaced. She quickly bowed slightly and spoke politely:

"Hello, Uncle and Aunt."

Standing next to her, Mo Ye immediately noticed the slight coolness of her fingertips and the faint dampness in her palms.

He held her hand tightly without making a sound, conveying silent comfort and support.

Upon hearing this greeting, Jiang Hui and Mo Chashan's smiles widened, and they quickly responded:

"Hey! Wanqing, welcome, welcome! Don't be nervous, relax!"

Jiang Hui stepped forward and warmly grasped He Wanqing's hand. The touch was delicate and soft, and upon closer inspection of her face, she couldn't help but sincerely admire her.

"Wanqing is so beautiful! Even prettier than those celebrities on TV! No celebrity has your charm and looks!"

He Wanqing felt her mother-in-law's heartfelt affection and warmth, and most of the initial awkwardness and trepidation she felt upon first meeting an elder dissipated. She returned Jiang Hui's hand, her expression softening, and revealed a gentle smile:

"Auntie, you flatter me. You are the beautiful one, with such a refined air."

These words struck a chord with Jiang Hui. Her eyes narrowed into slits with laughter, and she held He Wanqing's hand tightly, reluctant to let go. With her other hand, she gently stroked He Wanqing's smooth and delicate cheek, and exclaimed:

"Oh dear, God is so unfair! How could such a beautiful and lovely girl... have ended up with this pile of cow dung in my family?"

Mo Ye, who had been listening intently, immediately objected:

"Mom! How did I become cow dung? I'm not that ugly, am I?"

Jiang Hui turned around, glanced at her son from head to toe, nodded, and commented in a serious tone:

"Hmm, the nose is a nose, the eyes are eyes, all the facial features are there, all the limbs are intact, it looks...like a human being, not bad, not bad at all, Mom is very pleased!"

"Listen to this! What kind of talk is that!" Mo Ye was both amused and exasperated.

"What do you mean by 'looking like a human being'? Putting everything else aside, don't you bear any responsibility for how I look?"

Jiang Hui was momentarily speechless at his words, then laughed and scolded:

"Go away! Get out of the way, don't get in my way!" With that, he immediately put on a warm, gentle smile and affectionately took He Wanqing's arm.

"Wanqing, come on, let's get in the car! We can talk on the way, there's a lot of information coming from the airport."

He Wanqing was amused by her mother-in-law's seamless "face change" and the amusing banter between mother and son. Her initial restraint dissipated, and she nodded obediently, following Jiang Hui toward the Maybach.

Walking behind him on the tea mountain, he steadily held Tongtong, who clung to him like a koala, in one arm. With his free hand, he secretly gave his son a thumbs-up, his mouth agape, silently mouthing, "Well done!"

Mo Ye received his father's praise, raised an eyebrow and smiled, reaching out to take Tongtong:

"Dad, are you tired? Let me hug you for a while."

"Not tired at all!" Mo Chashan immediately hugged his granddaughter tighter, shaking his head.

"Our Tongtong is only a little bit heavy, like a tiny feather, just the right size to hold!"

Tongtong was overjoyed to hear her grandfather's "sounding" approach, and tilted her little head to the side, her chubby cheeks puffing out.

Her milky-scented lips pressed against Mo Chashan's slightly stubbled cheek, giving it a soft kiss like a kitten licking, leaving a slightly wet and warm sensation.

The little dumpling's affection and closeness are impossible to hide.

Mo Chashan felt half his face go numb, and his heart was as sweet as if he had drunk honey. He happily lowered his head and rubbed his granddaughter's little head.

"Oh my, she's so young and already knows how to care for her grandpa! Our Tongtong is so well-behaved and beautiful!"

Upon hearing this, Tongtong proudly puffed out her little chest and loudly announced, "Tongtong is beautiful! Grandpa is handsome too!"

"Hahaha!" Mo Chashan burst into laughter at the child's innocent words. "Great! Tongtong is beautiful, and Grandpa is handsome! We're a perfect match!"

The group arrived at the car, and Mo Chashan and Mo Ye deftly put the luggage into the trunk.

Inside the car, Jiang Hui had prepared an exquisite child safety seat for Tongtong long ago, but at this moment, how could she bear to put her soft granddaughter in it?

Holding Tongtong in her arms, she sat with He Wanqing in the spacious back row and began to chatter on and on about their sweet nothings.

Mo Ye sat in the passenger seat, and Mo Chashan steadily started the car and drove away from the airport.

Tongtong nestled in her grandmother's warm and comfortable embrace like a lazy kitten, her two short legs swinging contentedly.

She held a box of real fruit milk that Jiang Hui had specially prepared in her hands, and sucked on the straw with great enthusiasm.

After taking a few sips, she stopped, curiously shook the box, stirred the straw, and then took another big, satisfying sip.

"Hmm?" She suddenly realized she couldn't suck anything out. Her brows furrowed, she turned the box upside down to look at it, and then sucked hard again, only to hear the hissing of air.

The little guy's face immediately fell, and he held the empty box up to Jiang Hui with a pitiful expression, accusing her in a childish voice:

"Grandma~ No, I didn't mean to~ Tongtong still wants to drink milk~"

That pitiful yet adorable little face instantly touched Jiang Hui's heart.

She quickly took out another box from the small insulated bag next to her, neatly inserted the straw, and handed it to Tongtong:

"Yes, yes, yes! Plenty! Grandma brought you lots! Drink slowly, sweetie."

Tongtong's eyes lit up again. She took the new box and happily smacked her lips, her eyes narrowing into slits with bliss.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was warm and harmonious. Through the rearview mirror, Mo Ye saw that He Wanqing was still slightly nervous.

But his expression had become much more natural, and he was answering Jiang Hui's questions in a soft voice about whether the journey was tiring and what Tongtong usually liked.

He cleared his throat, found a gap in the conversation, and seemingly casually began to speak, but in reality, he raised the question that had been lingering in He Wanqing's mind:

"Dad, Mom, there's something I'd like to ask for your opinions on..."