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

She tried to maintain a smile, squatted down to be at Tongtong's eye level, and attempted to reason with her: "Tongtong, do you understand whose orders you should listen to at school?"

Tongtong blinked her big, dark eyes, and without hesitation, said, "I'll listen to Daddy!"

"..." Li Xin's vision went black for a moment. He grabbed her small shoulders and patiently guided her, "At school, you have to listen to your teacher, okay?"

"I'll listen to Dad!"

"Listen to the teacher!"

"I'll listen to Dad!"

After a few rounds, Li Xin suddenly came to his senses—what was he doing?

Why bother arguing with a three-year-old?

She immediately changed tactics, softening her tone and using enticing words: "Tongtong, be a good girl, go back and sit down first, and the teacher will reward you with the prettiest little red flower, okay?"

"No," Tongtong turned her head away, "I already have one!" She pointed to the little red flower she had stuck on her forehead that morning, looking very proud.

Li Xin's eyes lit up, and she unleashed her "secret weapon": "Just imagine, when you get home from school, if your forehead and clothes are covered in little red flowers, how happy will your dad be to see how wonderful Tongtong is?"

The word "father" is like a precise magic spell.

Tongtong's big eyes lit up instantly. Imagining her father praising her when he saw her covered in little red flowers, she immediately stopped insisting and obediently, even a little eagerly, ran back to her seat, sat up straight, and urged Li Xin, "Teacher, hurry up and start the lesson! Tongtong needs to listen carefully!"

Lu Zixuan glanced at Tongtong, who had instantly "betrayed" him, and then looked at Li Xin.

Li Xin quickly took out the biggest and shiniest little red flower and stuck it on the back of his hand with a "smack".

Lu Zixuan looked at the reward on the back of his hand. Although he still didn't show any expression, he silently and steadily walked back to his seat.

Looking at the two little devils who had finally quieted down, Li Xin secretly wiped away non-existent cold sweat from her forehead, inwardly groaning: Kids these days are so hard to handle! Waaah... I miss my carefree university life so much, I don't want to be a beast of burden as a preschool teacher.

............

On the other side, Mo Ye looked at his "masterpiece" and let out a long sigh of relief, his forehead still covered with fine sweat from his busy work.

What was once an ordinary electric scooter has now been completely transformed.

The front of the car is decorated with a huge cat face sticker with a sly smile, two cute cat ears stand up above the rearview mirror, the body is wrapped in soft, white, long-haired fabric, and the tail is decorated with a flexible leash with a bell at the end.

The whole car looks like a big, fluffy cat ready to pounce at any moment, which is very whimsical.

Mo Ye walked around the car, a satisfied smile on his face.

He could almost picture the look of surprise and delight that would light up Tongtong's big eyes when she saw the "Dreamy Cat Car".

He whistled happily and decided to go back to his dorm to catch up on some sleep so he could be well-rested to pick up his little princess in the afternoon.

.........

The atmosphere inside the president's office of the He Group was somewhat subtle.

He Wanqing, unusually, did not deal with the documents. Instead, she sat on the sofa and described her recent embarrassing "symptoms" to her best friend, Qin Yue, a well-known psychologist in China.

Her account was as objective and concise as possible, omitting some overly private details.

As Qin Yue listened, she was initially surprised, then her lips curled up more and more, and finally she couldn't help but laugh so hard that she was doubled over, completely losing her composure.

"Hahahaha! My dear CEO He! You mean... you want to pay me?" Qin Yue wiped away her tears of laughter, her tone full of mockery.

He Wanqing's ears burned from her laughter, and she shut her mouth with a cold face, no longer speaking.

Qin Yue finally managed to stop laughing, then leaned closer to her, her gossip-loving soul burning brightly: "Quick, tell me, what does that 'antidote' look like? Is he handsome? Can he melt our iceberg He?"

"What do you mean by handsome or not handsome?" He Wanqing pretended not to understand.

"Stop playing dumb!" Qin Yue poked her with her finger. "A man who can make you, Miss He, 'skin-hunger' must be extraordinary! Tell me, what level of looks does he have?"

He Wanqing pictured Mo Ye's handsome profile and his eyes, which always held a gentle smile. After a moment's hesitation, she mumbled, "It's...it's alright."

"Oh, not bad~" Qin Yue said, drawing out her words as if she had discovered a new continent.

"Something's not right, something's extremely wrong! Our stoic and abstinent CEO He actually commented 'not bad' on a man's appearance! You used to automatically activate your icy barrier if a man came within three meters of you!"

Feeling a little guilty under her gaze, He Wanqing could only use an even colder expression to hide her inner panic: "We are discussing pathological phenomena, please be more professional."

Qin Yue knew when to stop, so she coughed twice and straightened her expression: "Okay, let's get serious."

Based on your description—that you don't reject specific objects and even crave contact with them, while still maintaining your original rejection response to others—this does indeed resemble the symptoms of specific skin hunger disorder in medicine. However, this is usually related to deep psychological attachment and a sense of security, and is very rare.

He Wanqing frowned her delicate brows, analyzing rationally: "This is very illogical. Why would someone suddenly develop this condition?"

Qin Yue picked up a nut and popped it into her mouth, saying as she chewed, "There are many things in the world that can't be explained. The human body and the mind are the most complex systems."

She swallowed her food, leaned closer to He Wanqing, covered her mouth with her hand, lowered her voice, and said with a mischievous smile, "Besides, he's the only man you... um... have had the most intimate contact with. Your body remembers him and accepts him, what's so strange about that?"

He Wanqing was taken aback; it seemed... to make some sense.

Seeing her lost in thought, Qin Yue then posed with her hands in a cheeky manner, alternating her fists and hooking her thumbs suggestively, before asking with a wink, "Um... last night, did you... do this?"

He Wanqing instantly recalled the brief yet vivid thrill she felt in the darkness last night, and a blush involuntarily rose to her cheeks.

"My God!" Qin Yue caught a glimpse of that blush and was so shocked she dropped the sunflower seeds in her hand. "No way, He Wanqing! You got her in just one day?!"

"What nonsense are you spouting!" He Wanqing's face darkened even more. "What do you mean by 'taking down'? That doesn't sound bad!"

She ultimately, with a hint of embarrassment and annoyance, omitted the key details and simply recounted the "fake fall" last night and the strange sense of relief she felt after her foot was trapped.

The words had barely left her lips when Qin Yue erupted in a deafening cacophony of screams from the office: "Hahahaha! A fake fall! He Wanqing, you actually faked a fall! You're really going all out to get what you want! Hahahaha!"

He Wanqing was both embarrassed and anxious, and quickly stepped forward to cover her mouth: "Keep your voice down! Do you want the whole company to know?!"

Qin Yue laughed until tears streamed down her face. After finally calming down, she clicked her tongue in amazement: "I really didn't expect that our incredibly aloof CEO He actually has a bit of a green tea... oh no, I mean, a cute little schemer inside!"