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

"It's raining." She turned to look at Mo Ye.

Mo Ye walked over and stood beside her, looking at the rain outside the window:

"It rains around the Dragon Boat Festival every year, which is called Dragon Boat Rain. The older generation says that when Dragon Boat Rain falls, the year will be blessed with good weather and peace."

He Wanqing nodded, watching the raindrops fall obliquely in the night, blurring the world outside the window.

Mo Ye closed the window and drew the curtains: "Go to sleep, we'll probably have to get up early tomorrow."

He Wanqing responded and crawled into bed.

As soon as she lay down, Mo Ye clung to her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and pulling her into his embrace.

He Wanqing's body stiffened.

She could feel something bad pressing against her from behind.

"You naughty guy," she nudged him lightly with her elbow, "always thinking about those bad things."

Mo Ye smiled, his voice tinged with languor and satisfaction: "You're just too charming."

He Wanqing snorted: "Don't think that just because you're saying nice things, you're planning to do bad things."

Mo Ye leaned close to her ear and whispered, "So, what do I need to do to unlock a new position?"

The warm breath on her earlobe made He Wanqing blush again.

She bit her lip, her voice barely audible, "The day you marry me... you can do whatever you want."

Mo Ye's eyes lit up: "Really? You can do whatever you want?"

This man is getting worse and worse, I hate him so much.

He Wanqing playfully punched him, embarrassed and annoyed: "I'm going to sleep!"

After saying that, she buried her face in the pillow and pretended to be asleep.

Mo Ye couldn't help but laugh at her ostrich-like expression. He lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead, then pulled her closer to him.

Goodnight, Wanqing.

He Wanqing woke up first the next morning.

The rain stopped sometime ago.

She gently removed Mo Ye's hand from her waist, walked to the window, and drew back the curtains.

The view outside the window is refreshing.

The rain washed the whole world clean.

The distant mountains were exceptionally verdant, and the sky was a clear, bright blue, with a few white clouds drifting lazily by.

In the courtyard, the water droplets on the leaves were still sparkling, and the faint chirping of birds could be heard.

She took a deep breath; the air was filled with the fresh scent of earth and grass, which felt exceptionally comforting.

"woke up?"

Mo Ye's sleepy voice came from behind.

He Wanqing turned around and saw him propping himself up to look at her, his hair messy, his eyes not fully open, looking languid.

She couldn't help but laugh: "Yes, I'm awake."

Mo Ye sat up, rubbed his eyes, and suddenly remembered something.

He got out of bed, walked to a cabinet, took a key out of his pocket, and opened the cabinet door.

He Wanqing curiously leaned closer, wanting to see what he was rummaging through.

Mo Ye took a bed sheet out of the cabinet.

It was folded neatly, but you could vaguely see some faint marks on it—like…bloodstains?

He Wanqing was taken aback: "Why are you giving me this?"

Mo Ye handed her the bed sheet and whispered in her ear, "This is... yours."

He Wanqing was stunned for a moment, then realized what she meant.

Her face turned red instantly.

"You wouldn't... use this to do something bad, would you?" Her eyes became wary as she looked him up and down as if he were a pervert.

Mo Ye was stunned for a moment, then his face darkened.

"Am I that abnormal?"

He Wanqing looked at him with suspicion, her expression clearly saying: You are. You're rotten to the core.

Mo Ye was amused by her suspicious little expression.

"I was just thinking that you girls might care about this."

He explained, "You left in a hurry that day, and I was afraid you would want it back later, so I took it back for you."

He Wanqing was stunned for a moment.

It turned out to be the case.

She looked at the bed sheet, then at Mo Ye, and a warm feeling suddenly welled up in her heart.

She did know that some girls would keep these as souvenirs. But she herself didn't care.

"This was originally meant for you to see," she said softly, then took the sheet from his hand, folded it again, put it back in the closet, and carefully locked it.

Mo Ye looked at her actions, somewhat bewildered: "For me to see?"

He Wanqing rolled her eyes at him, offered no explanation, and turned to leave: "Let's go, go wash up."

Mo Ye scratched his head and followed.

After the two finished washing up and went downstairs, they saw Tongtong coming out of her room.

The little guy had a messy head of hair, rubbed his sleepy eyes with his little hands, and moved his short legs step by step, like a little penguin that hadn't woken up yet.

Upon seeing Mo Ye and He Wanqing, she stopped, looked up at them, and asked in a childish voice, "Daddy, Mommy, did Tongtong sleepwalk again last night?"

He Wanqing nodded without changing her expression: "Yes, Tongtong sleepwalked again last night."

Tongtong poked her little finger, her face full of confusion: "Why has Tongtong never slept in that room? Why does Tongtong go there?"

Mo Ye and He Wanqing exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of guilt in each other's eyes.

This is a difficult question to answer!

Mo Ye squatted down to be at eye level with his daughter and said in a serious tone, "Tongtong probably dreamed about her crib and went to find it to sleep on her own."

Tongtong looked up with a confused expression, clearly not understanding the explanation.

She pouted and asked again, "Why doesn't Tongtong sleepwalk when she sleeps with Grandma?"

Mo Ye: "..."

He Wanqing: "..."

The two were left speechless by the question.

This kid is getting smarter and smarter, and harder to fool.

He Wanqing quickly stepped forward, took Tongtong's chubby little hand, and changed the subject:

"Let's go, let's go wash up. We'll probably be praying to the gods later, we have a lot to do."

Tongtong was led to the bathroom by her mother, but she didn't forget to look back at her father, her little face full of confusion.

Mo Ye followed behind, silently letting out a sigh of relief.

After the three of them finished washing up and went downstairs, they found that the living room was already bustling with activity.

Jiang Hui, Mo Weiguo, and Zhang Xiuying were sitting around a large table, which was covered with various materials.

Soaked glutinous rice, cleaned bamboo leaves, pork belly, salted duck eggs, mung beans... piled high.

Mo Chashan was carrying firewood from outside to the stove, his forehead already beaded with sweat.

Tongtong's eyes lit up as soon as she saw the materials.

She ran over, leaned over to the table, and her little face was full of excitement: "Grandma, are we making zongzi?"

Jiang Hui looked up, smiling, and said, "Yes, we're wrapping zongzi. Does Tongtong need any help?"

"Yes!" Tongtong nodded vigorously. "Tongtong wants to help!"

Mo Ye looked at He Wanqing: "Are you interested?"

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