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

family.

Mo Yunqi nodded vigorously, feeling that the ice cream in his hand was sweeter than ever before.

After paying the bill, the total cost was over ten yuan, since not all ice creams are sold for just one yuan.

Tongtong carefully folded the eighty-odd yuan in change.

Put it back into that precious pocket.

The pocket on one side of the skirt immediately became bulging.

She walked to a slightly higher rock in front of the convenience store, cleared her throat, and tried to appear authoritative: "Everyone! Do you still want to eat ice cream in the future?"

"Yes—!" came the unanimous reply, filled with undisguised longing.

Tongtong's big, dark eyes darted around, and remembering that her father seemed to be some kind of "gang leader," she immediately had an idea.

She put her hands on her hips and said, "From now on, I'm your gang leader! You're all members of my 'Tong Gang'! Call me gang leader and I'll treat you to ice cream!"

The children looked at each other in bewilderment.

A little girl with pigtails timidly raised her hand: "Sister... one ice cream isn't enough."

Upon hearing this, Tongtong subconsciously patted her small pocket containing money again, the thickness of which instantly filled her with a sense of generosity:

"What are you afraid of! Your gang leader here has plenty of money!"

To prove her wealth, she turned around and rushed into the convenience store.

She spent over twenty yuan to buy a huge pile of snacks like jelly, spicy strips, and bubble gum, then shoved them all onto a rock and waved her little hand, shouting, "Sharing the spoils!"

The children paused for a moment, then burst into even louder cheers, rushing forward to divide the food, shouting as they did so:

"The leader is so generous! Sister Tongtong is so generous!"

"Hehehehe..." Hearing these calls of "leader," Tongtong finally couldn't help but grin and reveal a few white baby teeth.

She finally became the boss! So happy!

(❁´︶`❁)

As she was laughing, she suddenly touched the small pocket that had shrunk considerably, and her brows furrowed again.

Money seems to... disappear too quickly.

She remembered the chubby little piggy bank in her room, which still contained lots of paper money given to her by her grandma, mom, and aunt. Unfortunately, she hadn't brought it with her; she hadn't known it could be used to buy things...

However, the thought of making money tomorrow immediately banished the little guy's minor worries, and he started giggling to himself again.

She plucked a blade of grass from somewhere and held it to her lips, one chubby little foot on a stone, her body leaning slightly forward.

She raised her round-headed "Shangfang Bao Sword" and swung it up and down with great flair: "What are we?"

The underlings below were enjoying their meal when they heard this and, to their great respect, chanted in unison, "Tong~ Gang! Tong~ Gang!" (loudly).

The child's innocent voice echoed in the twilight, carrying a hint of the tyranny of a village bully.

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Not far away, three adults who had come out to look for their child happened to witness the whole scene.

Mo Ye, He Wanqing, and Jiang Hui only came looking for them because it was getting late.

I heard the children were gathered at the convenience store, but I never expected to witness such a grand spectacle as the founding of the Tong Gang.

Jiang Hui's eyelids twitched as she looked at her granddaughter's unruly posture, her childish manner with a straw in her mouth, and her "I'm the boss" attitude.

She slowly turned her head, her gaze sharp as a knife, and glared at her son beside her, forcing out through gritted teeth, "It's all your fault!"

"Me?" Mo Ye looked completely innocent.

"If it wasn't you, who else could it be?" Jiang Hui lowered her voice, her tone full of disappointment and frustration.

"If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too! How old is Tongtong? She's already imitating others so well! If it weren't for your good example as her father back then, would she be like this?"

As he spoke, his eyes began to scan the surroundings, as if looking for a small stick that he could easily reach.

He Wanqing was confused, but she grasped the key information:

"Auntie, was Mo Ye...someone...special at school?"

She recalled that when she went to offer a toast, the young men started shouting "Chief Mo Ye!"

When Jiang Hui heard her daughter-in-law ask, she immediately found someone to confide in. Forgetting about finding a stick, she grabbed He Wanqing and began to berate Mo Ye:

"Wanqing, you have no idea! This brat, back in junior high, made some money playing computer games, I don't know what he did, and then he got all high and mighty!"

He was incredibly arrogant at school, always treating everyone to snacks and drinks, gathering a bunch of followers, and even forming some kind of... oh right, the Ink Gang! He was practically a little tyrant!

Mo Ye: "..." Mom, please forgive my embarrassing past!

He tried to interrupt, his face showing rare embarrassment: "Mom! Why bring up such old, trivial matters! Tongtong is still there, let's go call her back..."

He Wanqing gently tugged at him, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and mischief: "Don't interrupt, I want to hear."

She found it extremely amusing to see her husband in such a rare state of panic.

With her daughter-in-law's support, Jiang Hui became even more enthusiastic. She put her hands in her pockets, recalled for a moment, and then, mimicking her son's overly dramatic and immature tone from back then, repeated the story clearly and precisely:

"That kid's slogan back then was something like... 'That year I was arrogant and disdainful of everything, believing only in the sword in my hand, unaware of right and wrong in this world!'"

She paused, then delivered a precise blow: "Right? Right, Brother?"

"puff--!"

He Wanqing couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She quickly covered her mouth with the back of her hand, but her shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

She simply couldn't reconcile the gentle, steady husband before her with the arrogant, self-important, and delusional teenager she once was.

This contrast... is just too cute!

Mo Ye was powerless to refute, covering his face with one hand, his ears turning red, and he almost wanted to disappear on the spot.

"Mom...please, give your son some face..."

He Wanqing finished laughing, wiped away the tears that had welled up in her eyes, and then remembered something else:

"Auntie, Mo Ye started...making money playing computer games when he was in junior high school?"

This doesn't sound like a typical child.

Jiang Hui pursed her lips, giving him a look that said, "You've finally gotten to the point."

"It wasn't just junior high! I started getting into it in the third grade of elementary school, and I even skipped class to go to internet cafes!"

He was incredibly mischievous, like a monkey, and I worried about him a lot. It wasn't until later… well, probably the last month or so of the second semester of senior year, that he finally settled down and started putting in the effort. Otherwise, how could he have gotten into university?

He Wanqing looked at Mo Ye in surprise. Although S University wasn't a top-tier university, its admission scores were still quite high.

"So he was able to get into S University later? That's pretty impressive."

Jiang Hui waved her hand, her tone implying that she was less capable than my brother Shan:

"What's so great about him! If he hadn't inherited some of his father's intelligence, with his previous carefree attitude, he'd probably be tightening screws somewhere right now!"

He Wanqing keenly caught the key phrase: "Uncle...is he very capable?"

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