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

He Wanqing clutched her back, wincing in pain, unable to utter a single word.

Mo Ye gently moved her hand away, lifted her nightgown and glanced at her. On her fair back, a red mark was clearly visible, and it had already begun to swell slightly.

His heart skipped a beat; he was heartbroken.

"Don't move, I'll go get the medicine."

He jumped out of bed, rummaged through the bedside table drawer for a tube of ointment, climbed back into bed, gently pulled her close, and carefully applied the ointment to her.

The ointment felt cool, and when applied to the red and swollen area, it relieved the burning pain.

He Wanqing bit her lip, not daring to move.

As she was applying the product, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

That snap was too hard; the strap was stretched and then snapped back with tremendous force…

She glanced down at her chest.

really.

The button is undone.

He Wanqing: "..."

Mo Ye was focused on applying the medicine when his gaze inadvertently swept past her, and then... froze.

Everything was white.

He was stunned.

He Wanqing felt his gaze, looked down, and her face instantly turned bright red.

She quickly covered her chest with her hands, glaring at him fiercely: "What are you looking at!"

Mo Ye's skin is much thicker than before.

He didn't flinch or avoid her; in fact, he looked at her with a smile and said, "Look at my wife."

"You!!!" He Wanqing was so angry at his shameless behavior that she couldn't speak. She hurriedly buttoned up her clothes, then turned around, her back to him, and muttered,

"You're so mean. I'm never talking to you again."

The voice was muffled, carrying a hint of grievance and a touch of coquettishness.

Mo Ye leaned closer and gently hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, and whispered in her ear, "What's wrong?"

He Wanqing twisted her body, trying to break free from his embrace, but she couldn't.

She kicked him back and said angrily, "He's just rotten to the core."

Mo Ye chuckled, steadying her wriggling body, and reached out to pat her head, his tone as gentle as if coaxing a child: "So, what do you want?"

He Wanqing's eyes lit up; this was exactly what she had been waiting for!

She turned around, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him, like a little fox seizing an opportunity: "I want to touch your abs."

Mo Ye paused for a moment, then smiled.

Looking at the confident yet eager little face of the person in his arms, a part of his heart suddenly softened completely.

His Wanqing is usually as cold as an iceberg outside, but in front of him she is always like this, soft and delicate, and even knows how to play little tricks.

He couldn't take it any longer.

He rolled over and pinned her beneath him, intertwined his fingers with hers, and lowered his head to kiss her.

He Wanqing made a soft "hmm" sound, then closed her eyes and began to respond to him.

The kiss deepened, and their breathing became more erratic.

Mo Ye's hands started to wander. He released one hand, slid it down her side, and then slipped it inside the hem of her nightgown.

Warm palms pressed against her bare skin, lingering on her back before slowly moving forward.

He Wanqing's face turned as red as a boiled shrimp. Just as that hand was about to reach some crucial spot, she suddenly grabbed it.

"We can't do this..." she gasped for breath.

Mo Ye looked up at her, a smile in his eyes, and asked knowingly, "What can't I do?"

He Wanqing glared at him fiercely, but because of the blush on her face and the tears in her eyes, she was not intimidating at all. Instead, she seemed to be pouting and saying, "You're getting naughtier and naughtier!"

Mo Ye lowered his head and pecked her lips again, his voice low and seductive: "Women don't love men who aren't a little bad."

He Wanqing was rendered speechless by his shameless behavior. Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in attention,

She pulled down her nightgown, which had been lifted up to her waist, and started wriggling and twisting, like a slippery little fish, managing to emerge from under him.

She jumped out of bed, put her hands on her hips, and stood by the bed to begin her accusation:

"You took advantage of me while I was sleeping!"

Mo Ye raised an eyebrow: "You're my wife."

"You're still flicking my finger!"

"That was an accident."

"You...you even put your hand in there!"

"Where do you put it in?"

He Wanqing blushed even more at his question, stammering and unable to answer. Finally, she could only stomp her foot and say, "Anyway, you're just bad!"

Mo Ye lay on the bed, looking at the fierce-looking little woman in front of him, and secretly made a vow in his heart:

Sooner or later, I'll pin her down and bully her until she begs for mercy.

Of course, she shouldn't know this idea for the time being.

He Wanqing had no idea what he was thinking. If she found out, she would definitely... definitely call him a "bad guy" a couple of times, no more than three.

She straightened her nightgown and stormed out, yelling, "I'm ignoring you! I'm going downstairs!"

Mo Ye smiled and stood up, following her outside.

The two opened the door and bumped into Jiang Hui, who was walking upstairs.

When Jiang Hui saw He Wanqing holding her waist with one hand and pulling Mo Ye with the other, her expression immediately became subtle.

He Wanqing was actually touching her back. Although she had applied medicine after being flicked, it was still a little itchy. She subconsciously reached out to scratch it, which resulted in her "supporting her lower back" position.

But in Jiang Hui's eyes, the meaning of this gesture is different.

She glanced at her son, then at her daughter-in-law, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.

Hmm, it seems my son is doing well.

"Are you done with your work?" she asked with a smile.

Mo Ye was taken aback, thinking she was referring to the massage, and nodded: "Yes, I'm done with it."

Jiang Hui waved her hand: "Come, come, sit here. I have something good to recommend to you."

She pressed the two of them down on the sofa, then sat down beside them, took out her phone and frantically tapped on it: "I sent you the link. I've been using it all along, it's great. PDD's top-of-the-line product..."

He Wanqing clicked on the link.

A product page popped up on the phone screen with several large characters on it—

"Ultra-thin zero sense" "

Discreet shipping

"Essential for Passion"

There is another line of smaller text below:

Let love draw closer, let distance shrink.

He Wanqing's face flushed red instantly, and she looked like a boiling kettle, with steam almost rising from her head.

She clicked a few times haphazardly and hurriedly exited the page.

Mo Ye also saw the six characters.

Ultra-thin.

Discreet shipping.

He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Jiang Hui couldn't help but laugh at her daughter-in-law's shy expression: "Oh my, you already have a child, why are you still so shy?"

She paused, then continued earnestly, "You young people should be careful when you're together."

"After the wedding, we can have a second child; the timing will be perfect. For now... we still need to take the necessary precautions."

He Wanqing lowered her head, wishing she could bury it in the sofa.

Mo Ye held her burning hand and nodded without changing his expression: "I understand, Mom. Thank you, Mom."

Jiang Hui nodded in satisfaction, stood up, and clapped her hands: "Alright, alright, I won't bother you anymore. What would you like to eat tonight? Auntie will make it..."