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

Mo Ye smiled, poured another glass, took a sip himself, and then held it to her lips.

She took it, finished the rest of the drink, and smacked her lips.

Yes, it is indeed sweet.

The news started playing on TV.

Mo Ye leaned back on the sofa, drinking tea while reading.

He Wanqing looked at him with some surprise: "Not many young men like you like to watch the news, right?"

Mo Ye smiled and said, "We still need to pay attention to national affairs."

He Wanqing nodded and picked up her phone to look at it.

The two sat quietly, one watching TV and the other scrolling through their phone, neither speaking, yet the atmosphere was just right, warm and cozy.

After a while, Mo Ye realized something was wrong.

He Wanqing was staring too intently at her phone. And her ears turned red.

It wasn't just any red; it was a red that stretched from the base of the ear all the way to the tip.

Mo Ye raised an eyebrow. What naughty thing is this girl looking at?

He quietly leaned closer and glanced at her phone screen.

The screen prominently displayed the words: "DuangDuang Secret Manual".

Below, densely packed small print, what...

Papaya Milk Recipe

"A Complete Guide to Massage Techniques"

"Optimal remedial measures during the developmental period"...

He Wanqing was engrossed in watching, and as she looked at it, she thought to herself: Hmm, I should eat more papaya in the future.

That scoundrel Mo Ye definitely prefers bigger ones.

I should have just eaten with my roommates back in college; then we'd still have a chance...

During her university years, she focused entirely on her studies and scoffed at such things, believing that finding a boyfriend was something that would never appear in her life plan.

She originally planned to never get married.

The results of it?

She is now the first among her classmates to get married.

Fate is cruel.

As she was reflecting on this, she suddenly felt a gaze fall upon her.

She looked up and met Mo Ye's gaze, which he hadn't had time to look away from.

The air froze for two seconds.

He Wanqing: "..."

Mo Ye: "..."

He Wanqing turned off her phone screen expressionlessly, then leaned into his arms, her movements as natural as if nothing had happened.

Oh well, one more time won't make a difference.

I've embarrassed myself enough times; I'm used to having so many lice that they don't itch anymore.

Mo Ye looked down at the person leaning against him, and couldn't help but smile.

He didn't say anything, but simply put his arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

He really enjoyed being so close to her.

She always smelled sweet and felt soft; when she nestled in his arms, she was like a docile kitten.

On the television, the news anchor is reporting today's major international news.

The two of them leaned against each other quietly, neither of them saying a word.

He Wanqing leaned against him, smelling the faint scent of tea on him and listening to his steady, strong heartbeat. Suddenly, she felt that this afternoon was truly wonderful.

She gently nuzzled against his chest, shifting to a more comfortable position.

Mo Ye looked down at her fluffy head and couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

"Tired again?"

"No," her muffled voice came from his chest, "I just wanted to lean against him for a while."

Mo Ye smiled, rested his chin on the top of her head, and continued watching TV.

A few birdsongs occasionally drifted in from outside the window, and the faint sound of children's laughter could be heard in the distance.

Time seemed to slow down.

Slow enough to hear each other's breathing, slow enough to feel each heartbeat.

He Wanqing suddenly remembered his words, "I love you," from earlier.

She pursed her lips and whispered, "Mo Ye."

"Um?"

"……I love you too."

The voice was soft, as if afraid of being overheard.

But Mo Ye heard it.

He lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

"I know."

He Wanqing gently pinched his waist, but she couldn't hide the smile on her lips.

...

Tongtong was playing with her bubble machine in the yard. Colorful bubbles filled the air as she chased after them, her chubby little hands popping one bubble after another.

Turning her head, she saw Mo Chashan dragging a green fishing net out of the storeroom. The net had a fine mesh and a few dry water plants hanging from it.

Tongtong's curiosity was immediately piqued. Clutching the bubble machine, she ran over, tilting her little face up and asking, "Grandpa, where are you going?"

Mo Chashan looked down at the chubby little dumpling and said with a smile, "Grandpa's going to the fishpond to catch fish, Tongtong, do you want to come?"

"Catch fish?" Tongtong's eyes lit up instantly, like two little light bulbs, and she jumped up. "Go! Go! Tongtong wants to go! Tongtong wants to catch fish!"

She jumped and shouted, almost throwing the bubble machine off her feet.

Hearing the commotion, Mo Yunqi, who was standing nearby, ran over as well: "Uncle, I want to go too!"

Mo Chashan smiled and nodded: "Alright, alright, everyone go. Go put on your hats, the sun is strong."

Mo Yunqi responded, pulled Tongtong into the house, and took two straw hats off the hook.

He put his own hat on first, then picked up the other one and stood on tiptoe to help Tongtong put it on.

Tongtong tilted her little face up and cooperated, saying, "Brother, hurry up, Grandpa's leaving!"

"Alright, alright." Mo Yunqi helped her tie the straps, then looked her up and down, nodding in satisfaction. "Let's go!"

Tongtong carried her precious little basket on her back and skipped along behind Mocha Mountain.

Mo Yunqi walked beside her, occasionally reaching out to support her, afraid she might fall.

The three people walked along the path toward the fishpond.

The roadside was lined with lush wild grass and colorful flowers, and butterflies fluttered among the blossoms.

Tongtong was busy chasing butterflies and picking wildflowers, having a great time.

It took more than ten minutes to reach our destination.

A pond appeared before us.

Three fishponds stand side by side, two of the larger ones still full of water, with lush green water chestnut leaves floating on the surface. A flock of white ducks and gray geese swim leisurely around, occasionally dipping their heads into the water to forage for food.

The fishpond at the very edge is different; the water is almost gone, leaving only a thin layer at the bottom, exposing large areas of black silt.

Several bundles of dry straw were piled on the bank, and there was an unpleasant smell in the air.

The wind was strong by the fishpond, blowing so hard it flipped Tongtong's straw hat off.

The hat tilted back, the string tightening around her neck, causing her to stumble backward.

"Ouch!" Tongtong quickly lowered her head, grabbed the brim of her hat in a fluster, and pulled it down with all her might. She finally managed to put the hat back on properly.

She touched her chin, which was slightly red from being squeezed, and muttered softly, "Fengfeng is annoying..."

Mo Yunqi, watching from the side, couldn't help but laugh. He reached out and adjusted the tightness of the strap, saying, "Tighten it a little and you won't be afraid."

Tongtong nodded and continued walking forward.

The closer you get to the fishpond, the stronger the smell becomes.

It wasn't smelly, just a strong...

The smell of duck, goose, and mud was mixed together; it wasn't exactly unpleasant, but it certainly wasn't pleasant.

Tongtong wrinkled her little nose, but didn't say anything.

All she can think about right now is catching fish; what does this little bit of taste matter?

Mo Chashan stopped at the edge of the nearly dried-up fishpond.

He rolled up his trousers high, all the way to his thighs, then took off his slippers on the bank and stepped barefoot into the mud.

With a "plop," the mud reached up to his calves, and black mud squeezed out from between his toes.

Tongtong stared, her eyes wide with amazement.

She followed suit, bending down to roll up her trouser legs.

The chubby little hand clumsily rolled it up a couple of times, making it crooked and twisted, but at least a section of fair and tender calf was revealed.

After she finished rolling, she prepared to go downstairs...