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

Mo Ye glanced subconsciously at He Wanqing, who exuded a cool and aloof aura, and cautiously replied, "We'll talk about it when we have time. You can watch, but you can't play with it."

Pang Siyi received a reply and ended the conversation with satisfaction.

Just then, thunder roared outside the window again. Tongtong turned her head, her little face full of curiosity: "Daddy, why do I always see the lightning first and then hear the thunder?"

Mo Ye was about to explain in simple terms when He Wanqing's cool voice rang out first: "Because light travels at about 30 kilometers per second in the air, while sound travels at only about 340 meters per second. Light travels much faster than sound, so we see lightning first and then hear thunder."

She had been "ignored" by her daughter too many times today, and at this moment she subconsciously wanted to make her presence known, using her accurate scientific knowledge to prove that her mother was also amazing.

The thought flashed through her mind, and even He Wanqing herself felt a little annoyed. When did she ever need to rely on this to attract attention?

Sure enough, Tongtong looked completely bewildered, her big eyes filled with confusion. She looked at Mo Ye for help: "Daddy... Tongtong doesn't understand."

Mo Ye couldn't help but chuckle. He squatted down, patted her little head, and said in a way she could understand, "Because our eyes are in front of our ears, so we see first and then hear."

Tongtong immediately "realized the truth" and nodded vigorously: "Oh, I see!"

He Wanqing, who was listening from the side, almost choked on her breath. She glared at Mo Ye fiercely—what kind of twisted logic is this!

It seems that my subtle sense of accomplishment just now was purely an illusion.

Mo Ye felt a sudden chill run down his back.

Tongtong excitedly ran back to see the lightning.

He Wanqing glanced at the time and said, "Tongtong, it's getting late, it's time to take a shower and go to bed."

The little one came running back, hugged Mo Ye's leg, and looked up at him with his little face: "I want to take a bath with Daddy!"

Mo Ye squatted down and patiently explained, "Tongtong is a girl, and Daddy is a boy. Girls can't bathe with boys, okay?"

Tongtong looked at He Wanqing for support, a rare occurrence, but her mother shook her head expressionlessly.

Hope dashed, the little one drooped his head in disappointment, but quickly lifted it again, offering a compromise: "Then... I want to sleep with Daddy!"

This time, Mo Ye readily agreed: "Okay, Tongtong will sleep with Daddy tonight."

He Wanqing glanced at him but did not stop him.

She felt it was just a matter of novelty between father and daughter, and that it would naturally get better after a while.

She took Tongtong's little hand: "Come on, Mommy will take you to take a bath. Tell Daddy we'll see you later."

Tongtong turned back reluctantly, waving her little hand vigorously: "See you later, Daddy!"

Mo Ye smiled and waved.

Watching this scene of "heartfelt farewell," He Wanqing was speechless: They'd only been apart for a dozen minutes, and their eyes were already practically brimming with tears...

Watching the two figures, one big and one small, holding hands as they went upstairs, Mo Ye's heart melted.

Is this what it feels like to start a family?

He turned and went to the guest bathroom on the first floor, where he quickly took a shower.

After he dried his hair and scrolled through his phone for more than ten minutes, the mother and daughter upstairs finally came out.

As soon as Tongtong stepped out of the bathroom, she rushed into Mo Ye's arms like a little cannonball exuding a milky scent, rubbing her head against his chest: "Daddy! Tongtong missed you!"

Mo Ye smiled and caught her, noticing her hair was still wet. Before he could speak, the little one interrupted, "I want Daddy to blow-dry my hair!"

As soon as she finished speaking, He Wanqing, who was following behind and holding a hairdryer to dry her hair, stumbled and lost her balance, about to fall!

Mo Ye reacted quickly, stretching out his long arm to firmly embrace her waist and pull her towards him.

A refreshing and pleasant fragrance, mixed with the steam from a recent shower, wafted into my nostrils, and my hand touched her slender and supple waist.

He Wanqing almost instinctively tried to break free, but the expected aversion and disgust did not materialize.

She was stunned.

For the past two decades, any touch from a man has caused her physical discomfort, ranging from frowning and turning away to gagging and vomiting.

Even Zhou Yuanchao, who watched her grow up, only allowed her physical contact with necessary etiquette.

She has always blamed the chaotic night four years ago on alcohol.

But at this moment, the warmth from Mo Ye's palm seeped through the thin pajamas and, instead of causing any discomfort, brought... an indescribable sense of security.

She was startled by her body's unusual reaction and momentarily forgot what to do.

Seeing that she had steadied herself, Mo Ye immediately released his hand in a gentlemanly manner, and touched his nose with a slightly embarrassed expression—it seemed that she really did not like physical contact, and her mysophobia was quite severe.

However... it feels excellent to the touch, cool and smooth like jade.

While being held in her father's arms, Tongtong saw her parents hugging and immediately clapped her little hands, shouting, "I want a hug too!"

Mo Ye chuckled, picked up his daughter with one hand, picked up the hair dryer that had fallen on the ground with the other, let Tongtong sit in his lap, skillfully turned on the warm air, and gently dried her hair.

Her slender fingers moved gently through her soft hair.

Tongtong squinted comfortably, like a cat being stroked, and sighed contentedly, "Daddy's blow feels even better than Mommy's~"

He Wanqing had just snapped out of her daze when she heard her daughter's "heartbreaking" comparison, and rolled her eyes in annoyance.

Yes, yes, Dad is good at everything.

But at this moment, her focus was entirely on Mo Ye.

Why him of all people?

Why is it that only his touch doesn't trigger my repulsion?

This discovery unsettled her, and even... after the initial shock, a faint longing arose deep within her, a desire to once again feel that unfamiliar warmth and security.

The moment this thought popped into her head, it gave He Wanqing a huge fright!

How could she have such thoughts about a man she'd only known for less than a day?

This completely contradicts her behavioral patterns and psychological cognition over the past twenty years!

However, the more one suppresses it, the more pronounced the urge to get closer and touch becomes.

Just like parched land instinctively thirsting for rain.

At this moment, Tongtong's hair was dried, fluffy and soft.

The little one, with sharp eyes, noticed that He Wanqing's hair was still dripping wet. She immediately transformed into a little matchmaker, urging Mo Ye, "Daddy, can you help Mommy blow-dry her hair too? Mommy's hair is still wet!"

Mo Ye thought of her reaction earlier and was about to find a reason to refuse when he saw He Wanqing silently walk to the single sofa in front of him and sit down with her back to him, leaving behind a seemingly aloof figure with a slightly tense neck.

Mo Ye was stunned.

He Wanqing didn't turn around, her voice trying to remain steady, yet carrying a slight tremor she herself didn't notice: "What's wrong? Did I wrong you?"