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

He Wanqing instantly went limp and melted.

Her little hands pushed against him haphazardly, but she couldn't muster any strength.

Mo Ye looked up at her flushed cheeks and dreamy eyes, then lowered his head and kissed her.

He Wanqing closed her eyes and began to respond.

A few minutes later, Mo Ye carried her to her office chair.

He Wanqing sat on his lap, nestled in his arms.

She came to her senses and angrily punched him:

"You're bullying me! Do you know this is a company?"

Mo Ye nodded and said seriously, "The president is on duty..."

He Wanqing quickly covered his mouth, her face flushed red: "You're going to die! If you do that again, you won't be able to play next time!"

Mo Ye nodded quickly and kissed her palm.

He Wanqing felt a warm touch in her palm, and her face flushed even more.

That scoundrel.

Mo Ye placed his left hand on her waist, opened the lunchbox with his right hand, and said, "There's not much time, so I made you tomato beef noodles to whet your appetite."

He Wanqing looked down at the bowl of noodles. The tomatoes were red, the beef was dark brown, the vegetables were bright green, the broth was rich, and the aroma was enticing.

She liked everything he brought.

She likes this kind of ordinary life, without needing anything dramatic.

For example, he would secretly send her flowers, bring her food, and cook her a bowl of noodles when she had no appetite.

This gentle, enduring warmth is something she longs for more than any romance.

She looked up at Mo Ye and whispered sweetly, "You feed me."

Mo Ye smiled and nodded, picked up a piece of noodles with his chopsticks, blew on it, and brought it to her lips.

He Wanqing lowered her head and ate in small bites.

After finishing a bowl of noodles, the slight awkwardness in her heart had actually disappeared.

But the thought of those women downstairs calling her "husband" still bothered her a little.

She reached out and grabbed Mo Ye's tie, pulling him closer.

"Call me 'wife'."

Mo Ye smiled when he saw her little "you have to coax me" expression.

Just as he was about to speak, the door was suddenly pushed open.

"Mr. He, what happened just now..."

Xiaoqian stood at the door, frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

What did she see?

The CEO was sitting in a man's lap, and the CEO's expression... it was like a little girl being coquettish...

Doesn't the CEO have androphobia?!

Her gaze unconsciously drifted downwards, checking the two men's lower bodies.

Phew, thank goodness, the clothes are still intact.

The little voice inside her was already biting the hem of her clothes and crying her heart out.

Waaaaah, does she have to die here today?

She mechanically took a step back, her voice trembling: "You continue, you continue..."

The door slammed shut.

He Wanqing: "..."

Mo Ye: "..."

He Wanqing could no longer sit still. She quickly got off Mo Ye's lap and straightened her somewhat disheveled clothes.

She thought to herself: Xiaoqian, you're too idle. I'll give you a little extra work later.

Mo Ye pulled up a chair and sat down next to her, smiling as he asked, "What were you about to say?"

He Wanqing whispered, "You said... Wife, I love you."

Mo Ye nodded, cleared his throat, and said loudly, "Wife, I love you!"

He Wanqing instantly transformed into a steam girl, with smoke practically billowing from her head.

She quickly covered his mouth, both anxious and embarrassed: "Why...why are you shouting so loudly!"

But I felt a sweet warmth in my heart, like I had drunk honey.

She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Honey... I love you too."

Mo Ye kissed her on the cheek, his eyes full of doting: "My dear wife, don't be jealous."

He Wanqing: "......."

I don't want to talk to him anymore.

She pointed to the small door next to her, trying her best to regain the demeanor of a CEO:

"You didn't rest at noon, did you? That's my rest room; you can go there and take a nap."

Mo Ye nodded, stood up, and walked that way. Reaching the door, he turned back and asked, "Aren't you coming along?"

He Wanqing glared at him: "You can go to sleep by yourself."

Mo Ye felt a little regretful. He really wanted to sleep with his sweet and soft wife in his arms.

He pushed open the door and went inside.

A familiar scent wafted towards me; it was her fragrance, light and sweet, making me feel at ease.

He really liked the taste.

The lounge was small, containing a bed, a wardrobe, and a desk.

Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow on the floor.

There was something on the desk that stood out conspicuously in the sunlight...

It was a mechanical bird of paradise he gave her.

The metallic leaves gleamed with a soft sheen and were in full bloom, their petals slightly open, like a crane spreading its wings to take flight.

She placed it in the best-lit spot.

Mo Ye's lips curved into a smile.

The bookshelf was neatly arranged with various finance books and some management works. These were all books she usually read.

He looked away, pulled back the covers, and lay down.

The blankets even smelled of her—soft, fragrant, and so inviting that you didn't want to move once you lay down.

After lying down for a while, he felt something pressing against him.

I reached inside and rummaged around; it was a white lace bra.

He paused for a moment, then lifted the blanket and saw, sure enough, a pair of identical panties lying next to him.

Mo Ye: "......."

He picked up the two items, folded them neatly, and prepared to put them aside.

The door suddenly opened.

He Wanqing walked in quickly, holding her phone in her hand, probably because she had forgotten something.

Then she saw the neatly folded... in Mo Ye's hand.

She paused for a moment, then her face flushed red.

Um... I haven't washed it yet!

She wore it!

She rushed over, snatched it, and haphazardly stuffed it into the mini washing machine next to the bed.

Why is he touching his own underwear?

I haven't even touched his underwear...

Thinking of this, her ears turned red again.

What's wrong with me? My mind is filled with this kind of lewd nonsense?

Mo Ye lay on the bed, looking at her embarrassed and anxious expression, and couldn't help but laugh.

He patted the spot next to him and asked, "Want to sleep with me?" Mo Ye invited again.

He Wanqing glared at him.

Although I really wanted to, I stopped myself from having such a decadent thought.

"don't want."

She still has a lot of work to do, otherwise her plans for tomorrow afternoon will be ruined.

She turned and walked out quickly, glancing back as the door closed.

Mo Ye watched her departing figure and sighed with a hint of regret.

He grabbed the blanket, took a deep breath, and inhaled her fragrance.

Then he closed his eyes, a smile still on his lips.

It smells so good.....

He Wanqing leaned against the door, covering her burning face.

After a long while, she took a deep breath, walked back to her desk, and continued working.

But the smile on his lips just wouldn't go away...