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

He hasn't left yet?!

A surge of heat rushed to her head, and He Wanqing almost wanted to disappear on the spot.

Did he... hear even her muttering to herself just now?

What is this person doing in their room in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?!

Mo Ye stood in the darkness, looking at the slender figure with its back to him, radiating an aura of "I can't see you, I can't see you" and a faint "killer aura," and couldn't help but smile silently.

It seems that this seemingly cold and aloof beauty, Ms. He, also has such a... unexpectedly adorable side in private.

He didn't linger any longer, turned around and quietly went back to his room, gently closing the door behind him.

Hearing the soft sound of the door closing, He Wanqing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But curiosity, like a kitten's claws, began to itch at her.

What is he doing so late at night?

As if possessed, she tiptoed to the door of his guest room and peeked inside through the crack in the door, which wasn't completely closed.

Mo Ye was intently staring at the computer screen, his slender fingers flying across the keyboard, the dense code on the screen flowing like a waterfall.

Is he writing code?

He Wanqing was somewhat surprised.

This is not quite what she expected...

The next second, she suddenly realized what she was doing—peeping?!

He Wanqing, you're finished!

What on earth has possessed you today?!

She shook her head vigorously, as if trying to shake off these strange thoughts, and almost ran back to the master bedroom on the second floor. She buried her face in the soft down comforter, trying to cool her burning cheeks and chaotic thoughts with the feeling of suffocation.

After a long time, I slowly fell asleep in a state of mixed embarrassment and inexplicable emotions.

Meanwhile, Mo Ye in the guest room didn't finish his work until the sky began to lighten.

He stretched his somewhat stiff body, and thinking about everything that had happened yesterday, as well as He Wanqing's appearance just now, which was completely different from her usual aloof image, a gentle smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

Having family... so this is what it feels like.

Just yesterday, this was a dream he couldn't even imagine.

He put his hands behind his head and began to seriously think about what breakfast to make for Tongtong tomorrow and the route to pick her up from and drop her off at school... A sense of security and warm anticipation filled his heart.

The next morning.

Mo Ye got up early, tied on an apron, and busied herself in the spacious and bright kitchen.

Following the children's nutrition recipes he had looked up the night before, he carefully prepared vegetable and meat wontons, boiled eggs, made fresh purple sweet potato soy milk, and meticulously cut a small dish of sweet pear chunks.

Around 7 o'clock, seeing that there was still no movement upstairs, he walked to the master bedroom door and knocked gently.

"Come in," came He Wanqing's clear voice from inside.

Mo Ye pushed open the door, and the first thing that caught his eye was He Wanqing sitting in front of the dressing table.

The morning light filtered through the gauze curtains, casting a soft glow on her. She was combing her long hair, her profile serene and beautiful.

Mo Ye's gaze lingered for a moment without him noticing.

He Wanqing caught his gaze in the mirror, and the corners of her lips turned up almost imperceptibly before quickly returning to normal.

Mo Ye turned to look at the big bed, where Tongtong was lying in a "spread-eagle" position with her little belly exposed. She was sleeping on her back with her mouth slightly open, looking adorable.

He couldn't help but chuckle softly.

He Wanqing saw the tender, almost tear-inducing look in his eyes as he gazed at their daughter in the mirror, and inexplicably scoffed to herself: "What's so interesting about a little brat..."

"Tongtong, wake up, you little sleepyhead." Mo Ye walked to the bedside and gently shook the little one.

Tongtong, half asleep, stretched out her little paw and precisely slapped his hand away, muttering in a childish voice, "No... Tongtong wants to sleep... just five more minutes..." As she spoke, she burrowed deeper into the blankets like a little pig.

He Wanqing was already used to her daughter's routine of staying in bed late, and watched with amusement how Mo Ye would handle it.

Five minutes later, He Wanqing watched as Mo Ye grabbed Tongtong by the back of her collar and "scooped" her out of bed like a reluctant kitten.

"Ugh! Daddy's so mean!" Tongtong protested in mid-air, kicking her little legs wildly.

Mo Ye looked at the flustered little dumpling in his arms and couldn't help but chuckle: "You're going to be late for class, you little rascal. There's no tradition of sleeping in at home."

He wondered who he inherited this tendency to stay in bed and be grumpy in the morning from.

After all that commotion, Tongtong finally regained some of her senses.

She blinked her big eyes at Mo Ye, her expression instantly changing. She stretched out her little arms and softly asked, "Daddy, hug me~"

Looking at his daughter's adorable little face, Mo Ye pinched her chubby cheeks with interest, but still couldn't help but hug her.

Seeing how easily Tongtong obtained her "exclusive vehicle," He Wanqing felt a subtle pang of envy resurface.

As soon as this thought arose, the familiar, subtle itch deep within my body seemed to be awakened again.

As Mo Ye carried Tongtong past her, she inexplicably and "naturally" twisted her foot, "coincidentally" leaning towards Mo Ye.

Mo Ye instinctively freed one hand to support her.

The brief contact, the refreshing fragrance, and the warmth from her arm sent a shiver through He Wanqing's heart, but she quickly straightened up as if nothing had happened: "It's nothing."

At the dinner table, Tongtong insisted on eating while nestled in Moye's arms.

Looking at her daughter's smug expression, He Wanqing cleared her throat and said, "Tongtong, eat your food properly and sit in your chair."

Tongtong shook her little head like a rattle-drum: "No, no! I want Daddy to hold me!"

This time, Mo Ye felt that He Wanqing was right and that children shouldn't be spoiled too much.

He gently but firmly lifted Tongtong up and placed her on the high chair next to him.

Once out of her father's arms, Tongtong's cheeks puffed up like a little pufferfish, her face full of displeasure: "Daddy, I want a hug!"

Mo Ye nodded and made a deal with her: "Okay, but you have to finish your breakfast first."

"Okay!" Tongtong nodded vigorously, immediately picked up her small spoon, and began to diligently "devour" the wontons in the bowl.

He Wanqing watched as Tongtong finally left Mo Ye's embrace and began to enjoy her breakfast with satisfaction. She found the wontons to be exceptionally delicious and the soy milk to be exceptionally fragrant.

On my way to school.

He Wanqing drove Tongtong to kindergarten first—Mo Ye discovered that this well-known international kindergarten was indeed very close to S University.

When they arrived at the kindergarten gate, Tongtong clung to Mo Ye's neck and refused to let go, her little face full of displeasure: "I want to be with Daddy!"

"No, Dad has to go to class too," He Wanqing said decisively.

"Then Tongtong will go to class with Daddy!" The little one started to make a fuss.

Mo Ye chuckled and leaned down to whisper a few words in Tong Tong's ear.