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

Looking at the winding mountain road in front of her, and then at the steep slope with no guardrails on the side of the road, He Wanqing's heart rate soared to 180.

She simply closed her eyes, thinking: Let him go, we'll die together anyway.

Tongtong, on the other hand, was incredibly excited, her short legs dangling in the air, her voice broken and intermittent by the wind:

"Daddy~ Drive faster~ Ouch~!"

o(〃'▽'〃)o

"Hold on tight!" Mo Ye reminded him.

Tongtong immediately gripped the iron bar in her hand, her little face filled with a serious expression that said, "I'm ready!"

The motorcycle sped along the winding mountain road, the roar of the engine echoing through the valley, startling flocks of birds into flight.

The morning breeze whistled past my ears, carrying the unique fragrance of grass and trees and the moist scent of earth from the mountains and fields.

He Wanqing went from being nervous at the beginning to gradually relaxing, and in the end she even felt... kind of good.

This feeling of being carefree and riding the wind was something she had never experienced before in her life.

She looked at the father and daughter in front of her. Mo Ye's face was full of seriousness, and Tong Tong's small figure was nestled in his arms, occasionally letting out excited screams.

The wind blew up Mo Ye's clothes and Tong Tong's little pigtails.

She suddenly smiled.

This is where he grew up.

This is the road he walked every day during his youth.

very nice.

More than forty minutes later, the motorcycle drove out of the mountain road and finally entered the town.

The noise gradually grew louder, a mixture of various hawking calls, bargaining, children crying, and catchy music playing on a loop from the loudspeaker.

The roadside was lined with all sorts of stalls, from fresh fruits and vegetables to colorful clothes and fabrics, from lively chickens, ducks, fish and geese to clanging iron farm tools, you name it.

Mo Ye slowed down the car and drove the mother and daughter slowly through the crowd.

"Glutinous rice cakes! Freshly made glutinous rice cakes!"

"Free-range chickens, ducks, and geese—all raised on our own for three years—are being sold cheaply!"

"Lychees, lychees, three pounds for ten yuan—sweet and fresh!"

Various shouts rose and fell, like a symphony without a conductor.

But in the end, all the sounds were drowned out by a huge loudspeaker—

"Clothes, clothes, three for ten yuan! That bastard factory manager and his brother-in-law ran away! Huge clearance sale!!!"

Clothes, pants, underwear, black stockings, white stockings—they've got it all!

The sound was passionate and powerful, instantly covering the entire market.

Mo Ye's lips twitched upon hearing this.

He'd heard this trick since he was a child, from the earliest days when the boss ran away, to later when he ran off with his sister-in-law.

Now it's upgraded to "brother-in-law ran away," how timely!

However, it cannot be denied that a lot of people did gather in front of that stall. People have a herd mentality; when they hear something exciting, they want to go and see what's going on.

He glanced at it instinctively, his gaze sweeping over the brightly colored coat rack—

Then he froze.

That one hanging in the most conspicuous place... why does it look so familiar?

It's dark gray, a simple design, and looks to be of decent quality.

The key point is that the sign above says "Three items for ten yuan".

Mo Ye carefully recalled the new dress he had bought in his wardrobe, and it seemed, probably, maybe it was this color and style.

His lips twitched even more violently.

So, even when his mother wanted to buy him a piece of clothing, she had to go to one of those stalls where three items cost ten yuan to make up the difference.

He silently withdrew his gaze, pretending not to have seen anything, and prepared to drive past.

Just then, a sharp female voice pierced the surrounding noise—

"You heartless boss—!"

Tongtong's little ears twitched, and she immediately tugged at her father's hand, tilting her little face up to look at him, her big eyes filled with "I want to eat melon seeds!"

Mo Ye understood immediately and silently reversed the car.

Just as He Wanqing was about to ask how to turn back, she saw the father and daughter in front of her with identical, bright-eyed expressions of watching the drama unfold.

Her lips twitched.

Do you remember why you came here?

Over there, a young woman in a floral dress was standing in front of a stall selling three items for ten yuan, hands on her hips, glaring at the stall owner with a red face and thick neck.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man in his forties, tall and thin, with a small mustache, and he spread his hands with an innocent expression.

"Beautiful lady, you can't just say things like that! Even though you're pretty, you can't just slander people like that! I'll get angry!"

The girl's expression visibly relaxed slightly upon hearing the word "beautiful," but she quickly tensed up again.

"I'm defaming you? Do you even know your underwear is fading?"

"Color fading?" The stall owner looked surprised. "Impossible! My pants are top-notch quality!"

"Completely equal?" The girl laughed in exasperation.

"I was wearing them to work yesterday, and after I got sweaty, I took them off and, oh my god, I thought I was bleeding! My butt was covered in red blood!"

A suppressed laugh rippled through the crowd.

The stall owner remained unfazed:

"Oh, beautiful, this is normal. New pants will be fine after washing them a few more times."

"Wash it a few more times?" The girl's voice rose a few octaves.

"Do you know that...that part of my hair has been dyed red!"

The air suddenly went silent for a second.

Then an even louder burst of laughter erupted.

Mo Ye almost lost his composure and quickly turned his head away, using a cough to cover up his smile.

He Wanqing's cheeks flushed bright red, and she wished she could cover her ears. What kind of indecent words were these!

Only Tongtong, with an innocent and naive look, tilted her little head and asked:

"Dad, what did that auntie say? Isn't her hair black? That auntie is talking nonsense, right?"

Mo Ye: "...Yes, she's talking nonsense."

He answered seriously, but his eyes and eyebrows were trembling.

Over there, the boss was also taken aback by the sudden revelation, but he reacted quickly, coughed, and said seriously:

"Where's the evidence? Show it to me, and I'll admit it."

The girl paused for a moment, then instinctively reached for her waistband—

The crowd gasped.

The girl paused, startled by the sound of breathing, and instinctively glanced down at her pants. Then, she suddenly realized what she had done, and her face flushed bright red.

"You, you! You're not only heartless, but also a lecherous man!!!"

The boss took a step back and pointed at her:

"Hey! Slander! This is blatant slander! I just wanted to see evidence, what do you mean by this!"

The girl's face flushed bright red: "You—you—!"

Seeing that she was embarrassed, the shopkeeper rolled his eyes, grabbed a pair of black underwear from the stall, and shoved it into her hand.

"Alright, alright, take this one and exchange it for yours. Consider it my compensation. Go back and get it dyed; I guarantee the color will be even."

The girl looked at the shiny black pair of underwear in her hand, then at the shop owner's smiling face, and was unsure whether to take it or throw it away.

By the time she came to her senses, the shop owner had somehow moved to the other side of the stall and was enthusiastically greeting the new customers who had gathered around.

"Come on, come on, don't miss out! Special price today, three items for ten yuan! That bastard factory manager and his brother-in-law ran away, money back guarantee if you're not satisfied!"

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