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

The living room was so quiet that you could hear the ticking of the wall clock.

He Wanqing and Mo Ye sat side by side on the sofa, each holding a book.

Quiet, comfortable, and lazy.

He Wanqing really liked this feeling.

Being alone with Mo Ye, we didn't have to do anything. We just read our books, occasionally glancing at each other and exchanging a few words.

She felt that her energy was really compatible with his, and she felt no burden when she was with him, only comfort and peace.

She was looking at the book, but her gaze kept drifting to the side.

I floated down and glanced at Mo Ye.

He was looking down, intently at the book in his hands.

The sunlight outlined a soft contour on his profile, his eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyelids, and his long, slender fingers turned the pages of a book with a graceful and unhurried movement.

She couldn't help but marvel: a serious man is indeed the most handsome.

After glancing at it for a few seconds, she looked away and continued reading.

After a while, I couldn't help but look over again.

It was taken back.

I looked over again.

Mo Ye sensed that something was wrong.

It felt like there was a gaze constantly watching me.

He raised his head and looked at He Wanqing.

He Wanqing was looking down, engrossed in her book, her expression focused and flawless.

Mo Ye looked away in confusion and continued reading.

A few seconds later, the feeling of being watched returned.

He looked up sharply.

He Wanqing was still engrossed in her book, without even changing her posture.

It seems he didn't notice?

He Wanqing felt a little excited.

She liked this sneaky feeling. Even though the person was her boyfriend, secretly watching him gave her a strange sense of excitement. Of course, this privilege was only available to one person.

Mo Ye narrowed his eyes.

Not right.

He simply stopped reading and started staring at He Wanqing.

He Wanqing lowered her head, turned a page of the book, then another, and another…

Finally, she couldn't resist any longer and quietly looked up once again.

Eyes facing each other.

He Wanqing: "..."

Mo Ye chuckled, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Gotcha, you little mouse. Were you spying on me?"

He Wanqing's cheeks flushed slightly, but she maintained her composure and huffed, "Who's looking at you? I'm reading."

"Oh?" Mo Ye moved closer to her. "So, the one who was peeking at me earlier, was it Little Cutie?"

"What's it to you?"

"I was just asking," Mo Ye said with a smile, "Am I handsome?"

He Wanqing peeked out from behind the book and hummed, "It's so-so."

"So-so?" Mo Ye raised an eyebrow, extended a finger, and poked her side. "How about now?"

He Wanqing said with a straight face, "Not handsome."

He poked it again.

"Still not handsome."

Tap again.

"No, haha... what are you doing! Mo Ye, how childish are you!" He Wanqing was tickled by his poke, and she could barely hold her book.

Mo Ye smiled and withdrew his hand, his gaze falling on her feet that were sticking out of her nightgown.

Fair-skinned, slender, with cute, rounded toes tinged with a faint pink.

He felt these were the most beautiful feet, and he felt he was already moving in the perverted direction of "foot fetishism." He thought he hadn't liked them before because he hadn't encountered any beautiful feet!

I'm starting to understand those brothers more and more now.

Even though they might just be fantasizing, I really do have it!

And it belongs only to me.

If He Wanqing were to put on a pair of flesh-colored stockings...

He felt he could play for ten years.

He Wanqing noticed his gaze and subconsciously shrank back: "What are you looking at?"

Mo Ye didn't say anything, but reached out and grasped her ankle.

Before He Wanqing could react, a tingling sensation came from the soles of her feet.

"Hahaha!!" He Wanqing instantly lost her composure, laughing so hard she shrank back onto the sofa.

"Mo Ye, you scoundrel! Let me go!"

Mo Ye wouldn't let go and kept scratching, asking as he did so, "Isn't it handsome?"

"No, hahaha...not handsome!"

"Hmm?" He increased the pressure.

"So handsome! So handsome! So handsome!" He Wanqing laughed until tears streamed down her face. "You're the most handsome! Let go of me!"

Mo Ye only let go of her hand when he saw that she was laughing so hard.

He Wanqing was panting, with tears of laughter still clinging to the corners of her eyes. Her face was flushed, her hair was messy, and her nightgown was wrinkled.

Once she came to her senses, she angrily kicked him.

"You're annoying!"

That kick was weak and lacked power.

Mo Ye grabbed her foot.

He Wanqing struggled, but couldn't break free, so she let him be.

Mo Ye gently stroked the instep of her foot with his thumb and suddenly said, "Wanqing, your feet are so beautiful."

He Wanqing was stunned for a moment, then her face turned red again: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Really." Mo Ye looked at her earnestly.

He Wanqing was caught off guard by his sudden confession, unable to pull her foot back, and could only glare at him with a flushed face: "You're getting more and more perverted!"

"I'm only a pervert with you," Mo Ye said matter-of-factly.

He Wanqing: "..."

She found herself increasingly unable to win arguments with him.

Where did the gentle, polite, and tactful Mo Ye go?

Who is this scoundrel who keeps flirting with her, teasing her, and saying dirty jokes?

But she had to admit...

She seems to be growing more and more fond of this villain...

Mo Ye picked up his phone to check the time, then put down his book and stood up.

"I'm going downstairs to cook," he said, looking down at He Wanqing, who was still nestled on the sofa. "I can't keep letting Ms. Jiang work so hard; I need to do my part too."

Upon hearing this, He Wanqing closed her book and sat up, looking at him with bright eyes: "I'll go help too."

Mo Ye was taken aback.

"I want to learn to cook," He Wanqing said earnestly, a hint of stubbornness in her eyes, and a rare softness in her tone.

"I want to be a virtuous wife."

Mo Ye couldn't help but laugh as he looked at her earnest expression of determination.

He bent down, reached out and tapped her nose, his face full of affection:

"You don't need to do anything at our house, I can handle it. You just need to focus on eating, looking good, and being pampered by me."

He Wanqing wasn't swayed by his words. Instead, she looked up and stared intently into his eyes.

"Mo Ye," her voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable firmness, "I believe you can do it, but I can't take your kindness for granted."

Mo Ye was stunned.

"I want to cook for you too," she continued, her gaze as soft as a pool of spring water.

"And don't you think that cooking together as a couple is a very happy thing?"

Mo Ye looked at her, and a certain part of his heart suddenly softened completely.

He recalled a passage he had read a long time ago: if you like someone, you should support what they like to do and support who they want to become.

Instead of imposing your own ideas on her or using the guise of "for your own good" to restrict her.

If she stops being herself because she's with you, is she still the person you like?

He thought it made sense at the time, but didn't take it to heart.

Looking into He Wanqing's earnest eyes, he finally understood the meaning of those words...