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

When He Wanqing returned to the villa, she immediately saw the extremely eye-catching "cat car" in the yard.

She stepped forward, her fingertips brushing against the fluffy cat ear decorations and cute stickers. Although she found them overly childish, she had to admit that Mo Ye had indeed put a lot of thought into making her daughter happy.

The thought of Mo Ye brought back that familiar, subtle itch to her heart.

Stepping into the villa, it was quiet and peaceful, unlike the bustling atmosphere I had expected.

Just as she was wondering where the father and daughter had gone, a burst of cheerful laughter and the enticing aroma of food wafted out from the slightly ajar door of the guest room.

"Daddy! It's ripe! Tongtong wants to eat the first one!"

"Okay, little glutton, be careful it's hot."

Then came the adorable sounds of Tongtong blowing on the burn and chewing contentedly, along with Moye's gentle, smiling reminder.

Such an ordinary sound miraculously washed away He Wanqing's fatigue from a busy day.

She gently pushed open the door and saw this scene: in the warm light, Mo Ye was using tongs to take out the sizzling, golden-brown sausages from the mini sausage grill and carefully blowing on them to cool them down.

Tongtong sat on a small stool next to Tuantuan, holding her in her arms. She ate with relish while breaking off a small piece to feed the curious Tuantuan.

He Wanqing was stunned for a moment, and the words she had prepared got stuck in her throat.

She has always been health-conscious and avoids processed foods like grilled sausages, considering them "junk food."

But at this moment, looking at the pure joy on her daughter's face, looking at Mo Ye's focused and gentle profile, looking at this warm scene full of everyday life, her rules and regulations about healthy eating suddenly seemed less important.

"Mommy!" Tongtong spotted her, holding up a half-eaten sausage, and ran over like she was showing off a treasure. Her little mouth was shiny with oil. "The sausage is so delicious! Daddy made it!"

He Wanqing took out a tissue and gently wiped her daughter's mouth: "Eat your food before you talk."

Tongtong nodded obediently and continued to nibble on her delicious treat.

Mo Ye looked up and saw He Wanqing, a smile naturally spreading across his face, as if she belonged to this scene: "You're back? Work was tough?"

He handed me a sausage that had just been cooled to the right temperature. "Want to try some? I made the meat filling myself, without any weird stuff in it."

Perhaps it was his words "I mixed it myself" that had an effect, or perhaps she was tempted by the aroma in the air, or perhaps she simply didn't want to ruin the atmosphere, but He Wanqing inexplicably accepted it.

She leaned closer to smell it, and indeed there was only the pure aroma of meat and a faint scent of seasoning, without the artificial fragrance she disliked.

She tentatively took a small bite—the outer skin was slightly crispy, the inside was juicy, and the saltiness was just right; the taste was surprisingly good.

"It tastes good," she commented objectively, then couldn't resist taking another bite.

Seeing that she liked it, Mo Ye's smile deepened. He turned off the sausage grill and closed the lid: "Let's eat first. Sausages can't be the main dish. Tongtong, wash your hands and get ready to eat."

Although Tongtong stared longingly at the sausage grill, she listened to Mo Ye's words and obediently nodded, "Okay~" and stretched out her greasy little hand to pull Mo Ye.

Just then, He Wanqing put down her bag, stood up in a hurry, her body swayed slightly, and she looked as if she was about to fall to the side—

Mo Ye reacted quickly, extending his long arm to firmly support her arm again, pulling her towards him. "Be careful."

The familiar scent drew near, and the brief but firm touch brought back that sense of security that He Wanqing both felt a thrill of excitement and longing for.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she was about to explain that she had "lost her balance" when a childlike, yet insightful, voice rang out beside her:

"Mommy, do you want Daddy to hug you again?" Tongtong sat on a small stool, swinging her legs, her big, bright eyes wide open, with a "I see right through you" expression. "You never used to fall down so often, but now that Daddy's here, you 'accidentally' fall several times a day, so embarrassing~"

Children speak without restraint, yet they accurately pierce through that delicate layer of mystery.

He Wanqing's face flushed bright red instantly, the blush spreading all the way to her ears, as if her most secret thoughts had been exposed to the sunlight.

Her composure, honed through years of experience in the business world, was on the verge of collapse.

Mo Ye didn't think that way, assuming that He Wanqing was probably just tired today, or that it was because she was wearing high heels.

He asked with concern, "Is it low blood sugar? Or are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Looking into Mo Ye's clear, open eyes, devoid of any ambiguity or speculation, He Wanqing quickly adjusted her breathing, forcing herself to remain calm, and went along with his suggestion: "It's nothing, I guess I sat for too long today, and suddenly getting up made me a little dizzy. Thank you."

The crisis is temporarily over.

He Wanqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief. While Mo Ye turned around to wash his hands, she quickly glared at her daughter, warning her with her eyes: Little girl, don't talk nonsense!

Tongtong wasn't afraid at all. She stuck out her tongue at her mother, made a cute funny face, and then giggled as she ran to the bathroom to find her father.

The aroma of food wafted from the kitchen, the living room was warmly lit, a kitten circled around my feet, and the sounds of children's laughter and water could be faintly heard.

The warm yellow lights in the restaurant bathed the food in a cozy atmosphere.

Tongtong sat in her special high chair, her two short legs dangling in the air, swaying unconsciously like two restless little pendulums.

Her entire attention was firmly captured by the plate of glistening, fragrant braised chicken legs in the center of the table.

Those big, dark eyes stared intently at the largest one, its small mouth slightly open, its pink tongue unconsciously licking its lips, and a string of glistening saliva almost "escaping" from the corner of its mouth.

She is waiting.

Waiting for her personal "official chef"—her father.

Mo Ye could easily see through his daughter's little scheme; her longing eyes were practically sucking the chicken leg into her mouth.

He suppressed a laugh, used the serving chopsticks to pick up the fattest chicken leg, and placed it steadily into the bowl in front of Tongtong, which had a picture of a kitten on it.

Unexpectedly, the little guy glanced at the chicken leg in the bowl, then looked up at him with his big, wet, expectant eyes, pouted, and said in a childish voice, "Daddy, feed me~".

Mo Ye's heart melted instantly; he simply couldn't resist Tong Tong's coquettishness.

He picked up the chicken leg, patiently tore it into bite-sized strips, and fed it to his daughter little by little.

Tongtong immediately opened her little mouth happily, like a fledgling bird waiting to be fed, and took the food in one gulp, her cheeks bulging out. She didn't forget to give her father a sweet, oily smile.

Sitting opposite her, He Wanqing watched this scene and felt a pang of sadness inexplicably rise in her heart.

She gracefully picked up a piece of green vegetable with her chopsticks, and spoke seemingly casually, her voice cool: "Tongtong, eat by yourself. Daddy is hungry too, let Daddy eat first."

Tongtong was enjoying herself when her mother interrupted her. Her little face immediately scrunched up into a pout, and she retorted angrily, "No! I want Daddy to feed me!"

Her dark eyes darted around, and she offered a "solution": "Mommy, you can ask Grandpa to feed you too!"