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

Mo Ye ignored the chubby boy's complaints. "Serves you right for eating in class!"

Then I rushed off to kindergarten.

At 4:30 p.m., the entrance to Alice International Kindergarten gradually became lively, forming a sea of ​​parents, vehicles, and eagerly awaiting gazes.

When the school bell rang crisply, the colorful gate seemed to open the exit of a fairy tale world, and one by one, the exquisitely dressed and adorable little radishes poured out like little elves released from their cages, chattering away.

In this somewhat noisy scene, Mo Ye and his "Dreamy Cat Car" unsurprisingly became the visual focus.

The electric car, transformed into a large plush toy, sat adorably to the side, attracting frequent glances from parents and children.

Mo Ye was surrounded by several parents, looking somewhat bewildered. The core of the question was his "modified" little electric car.

"Young man, where did you buy this car? It's so creative!"

"Did you modify them yourself? What materials did you use? These cat ears are really sturdy!"

"Could you provide a link? Or... do you accept custom orders? The price is negotiable!"

At first, Mo Ye didn't understand what was going on, until he heard a chorus of children's voices, some trembling with sobs, all around him:

"I don't want to ride in a BMW! I want to ride in that cat-themed car!"

"Daddy! I want one too! Go buy it for me! I want it now!"

"Waaaaah... Mom's Mercedes isn't cool at all..."

Parents looked at their expensive luxury cars, which were defeated by a "flashy" electric scooter, and their faces showed a helpless expression of both laughter and tears.

Faced with their little darlings throwing tantrums on the ground and suddenly exhibiting an extremely uniform aesthetic sense, everyone felt helpless and had a terrible headache.

Seeing this, Mo Ye quietly moved his "cat cart" back a little, trying to make himself less noticeable.

Just then, a clear and penetrating child's voice pierced the noise like a ray of light:

"Daddy—! Daddy—!"

Mo Ye looked in the direction of the sound and saw his little princess, Tongtong, carrying a cute little backpack, running out of the kindergarten gate like a happy little bird. She rushed straight towards him, hugged his leg, and rubbed her little face against him affectionately: "Daddy! Tongtong missed you so much!"

Hearing his daughter's sweet, longing voice, Mo Ye felt his heart was filled, as if all the sunshine in the world had gathered on him at that moment.

He bent down and gently ruffled her soft hair. "Daddy missed you too, Tongtong. Did you have a good day at kindergarten? Did you make any new friends?"

"Yes!" Tongtong immediately switched into "little chatterbox" mode, chattering away as she began to share the interesting things that happened today, from the little red flower that Teacher Li gave her as a reward to the chicken wings she ate for lunch, down to the smallest detail.

Mo Ye listened patiently, offering responses and encouragement from time to time, his eyes overflowing with tenderness.

"Tongtong!" Her best friend Lin Simei ran over, but the moment the little girl's gaze fell on Mo Ye's face, she instantly became a lovesick fool, her face flushed, and she exclaimed, "Wow! Tongtong, your dad is so handsome!"

She even boldly looked at Mo Ye and said something surprising: "Uncle, you're so handsome! I...I like you so much! Can you be my dad too?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Simei's mother, Lu Meimei, froze on her smile, a hint of embarrassment appearing on her face.

However, when she saw Mo Ye's handsome appearance and gentle temperament, her embarrassment turned into a suppressed laugh—well, although her daughter's "suggestion" was outrageous, her aesthetic sense was quite good.

Mo Ye was caught off guard by this blatant attempt to poach his girlfriend.

Tongtong immediately switched to "protecting her dad" mode, like a little animal defending its territory, tightly hugging Mo Ye's leg and loudly declaring, "No! Daddy is mine! Xiaomei, you can't take my daddy away!"

Two little girls begin a childish yet earnest argument over "who gets to have their father."

Mo Ye quickly stepped in to smooth things over, nodding politely to Lu Meimei: "Hello."

Lu Meimei quickly composed herself and replied elegantly, "Hello. Wanqing isn't available today?"

"Yes, she had something to do at her company, so I came to pick up Tongtong."

"I don't think I've seen you before."

Mo Ye touched the tip of his nose, looking slightly embarrassed. "Well, I was quite busy with work before."

Lu Meimei was a smart woman. She could tell that the other party was unwilling to talk more, so she stopped asking.

While it's natural to admire handsome men, she was aware of her own position and knew how to maintain appropriate boundaries.

After chatting for a few more minutes about the children's funny stories, the two families politely said goodbye, and the two sisters agreed to meet again tomorrow.

Tongtong, with her sharp eyes, spotted her "old rival" Lu Hao not far away.

She immediately raised her chin proudly, like a victorious little peacock.

Lu Hao also saw Mo Ye, and then compared it to his own father's increasingly round belly and thinning hair in his mind (Dad: Achoo!), his little mouth twitched, and he tugged at his mother's clothes with a tearful voice: "Mom...can we...can we get a different dad?"

His mother asked in surprise, "What's wrong, honey? Why do you suddenly want a different dad?"

Lu Hao pointed in Mo Ye's direction, sobbing, "He Huantong's dad is so handsome... My dad is so ugly, waaaah... Mom, you have such a bad taste in husbands!"

(At this moment, Mr. Lu, who was working overtime at the company, suddenly sneezed, completely unaware that he had almost been "filial" to death by his own son.)

Lu Hao's mother was speechless for a long time after being choked by her son's "truthful words," and gently patted his little head: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Dad will be heartbroken if he hears this!" She knew perfectly well that He Wanqing's family background was not something they could afford to mess with, so she quickly lowered her voice and warned her son, "Don't you dare mess with He Huantong again, understand?"

Why?

"Why so many whys! If you keep nagging, I'll make you 'bamboo shoot stir-fried with pork' tonight!"

Lu Hao immediately shut his mouth in fright, but his eyes couldn't help but glance enviously at Tongtong.

At this moment, Tongtong was already sitting contentedly on her "exclusive throne"—a small child seat installed on the front bar of the electric car, which was perfectly held in Moye's arms.

She fiddled with the cat bell hanging on the front of the car with her little hands, making a crisp "ding-dong" sound, her little face full of happiness and pride.

"Daddy's car is so cool! It's much better than Mommy's old, dark 'old clunker'! Tongtong can sit in Daddy's lap and ring the bell!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Ye pictured He Wanqing's sleek and expensive Maserati Quattroporte in his mind. Then, hearing his daughter's description of it as a "broken little car," he felt as if a flock of crows had flown overhead, and couldn't help but chuckle.

He nodded in agreement, saying seriously, "Yes, Mom's 'little broken car' is definitely not as comfortable as our cat car."

"Giggle, giggle..." Tongtong laughed happily, the sound of the bells mingling with her laughter. "Tongtong loves Daddy the most! Daddy, are we going to the mall?"

"Yes, let's go! Hold on tight!" Mo Ye turned on the ignition and, with his cheerful daughter in tow, merged into the evening traffic.

Villa - Evening

As evening approached, Mo Ye had already cooked dinner and was keeping it warm in the pot, just waiting for He Wanqing to return.

He and Tongtong were having a "secret activity" in the room.