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

"Mom, it's Dad's birthday tomorrow!"

He Wanqing was taken aback and looked down at her.

Tongtong continued in a small voice, "Tongtong hasn't prepared a gift yet! What should we do!" The little girl's face was full of anxiety.

He Wanqing pinched her little cheek, suppressing a laugh as she asked, "You still remember your father's birthday?"

Tongtong nodded vigorously, crossed her arms over her chest, and tapped her right foot on the ground with a confident expression.

"Of course Tongtong remembers Daddy's birthday! How could Tongtong possibly forget!"

He Wanqing was amused by her mature demeanor.

She rubbed her daughter's tummy and whispered in her ear:

"How about Mommy takes you to make a cake by hand tomorrow to give to Daddy?"

Tongtong's eyes lit up, her little face beaming with excitement: "Great! When are we going to do it tomorrow?"

Then she suddenly thought of something, and her little face scrunched up.

"But Tongtong has to go to kindergarten tomorrow, what are we going to do?"

He Wanqing pinched her little nose: "Mom will ask for leave for you tomorrow afternoon."

Tongtong immediately beamed and nodded vigorously, "Yay! Tongtong is going to make a big cake for Daddy herself tomorrow!"

The mother and daughter huddled together, quietly planning tomorrow's surprise.

What they didn't know was that the bathroom door wasn't closed properly.

Mo Ye stood behind the door and heard their conversation clearly.

He leaned against the wall, a gentle smile curving his lips.

This is the meaning of marriage, isn't it?

To be missed by one's beloved and to be remembered by one's own daughter.

He gently closed the door and turned on the tap.

The warm water flowed down, but it didn't warm my heart.

Mo Ye came out of the bathroom, drying her hair. She was wearing loose pajamas with the neckline slightly open, revealing her collarbone.

He Wanqing glanced at him and frowned slightly. Why was he still wearing pajamas? His abs were nowhere to be seen.

This guy is even wary of his own wife, really.

If Mo Ye knew what she was thinking right now, he would probably just take his clothes off and show them to her.

She looked away, picked up her pajamas, and followed Mo Ye into the bathroom.

When He Wan finished washing up and came out, Mo Ye was already waiting on the sofa with a hairdryer.

She naturally sat down in front of him and let him blow-dry her hair.

A warm breeze blew through his hair, and Mo Ye's fingers gently ran through it as he spoke:

"I took Tongtong to play badminton today, and she seemed to really enjoy it. I'm planning to have her learn from Qianyue for a while."

He Wanqing squinted her eyes comfortably, like a lazy cat.

She gave a soft "hmm" and said, "Having a hobby is a good thing."

She had previously worried that Tongtong wouldn't like anything, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

Now it's good that I like sports.

Mo Ye nodded and continued to blow-dry her hair.

After drying her hair, He Wanqing sat down next to him, her thighs pressed tightly against his, and her head resting on his shoulder.

Mo Ye put one arm around her waist and gently sniffed.

Her fragrance relentlessly assaulted his nostrils.

It smells so good.

He suddenly remembered something and looked down to ask, "Tongtong, didn't you say you had good news to tell Mom and Dad?"

Tongtong was nestled in the corner of the sofa eating potato chips when she heard this, her little hand paused, and her eyes lit up.

"Yes, Tongtong should tell Mom and Dad!"

She slid off the sofa, her chubby little hands clenched into fists and placed on her hips, puffing out her little chest, her face full of pride.

"Mom and Dad, I have something to tell you! Tongtong became the class monitor today!"

She paused, then added, "Tongtong is the big sister of the class, hehe~"

Mo Ye immediately gave a thumbs up, feigning surprise: "Tongtong is that amazing?"

Encouraged, Tongtong started waving her little fists and practicing Kung Fu Panda punches, making "hehehahi" sounds with her mouth.

He Wanqing was a little surprised by her smug look.

This little troublemaker, can he really become the class monitor?

It can't be...

"Tongtong," she asked, "how did you become the class monitor?"

Tongtong paused for a moment while throwing punches, but quickly resumed her normal routine, saying casually, "Tongtong treated them to instant noodles today, and then they elected Tongtong as class monitor~"

He Wanqing asked expressionlessly, "Anything else?"

Tongtong's face froze.

She couldn't help but glance at her mother, thinking to herself: How did Mom know Tongtong hadn't finished speaking?

She squeezed the little chubby hand and continued, "Tongtong even competed with them in writing numbers and reciting texts... They couldn't beat Tongtong."

He Wanqing remained expressionless: "Anything else?"

Tongtong couldn't hold back any longer.

How can Mom be so smart!

She pouted, her voice lowering, "Tongtong got into a fight with them... Those who didn't respect Tongtong were all beaten down by her..."

After saying that, she muttered under her breath, "They don't know what's good for them, they'll be punished for refusing a toast, they deserve a beating..."

Then he waved it twice with a "hehe ha hi" sound.

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

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

Mo Ye's first concern wasn't the fight itself, but rather: "Is Tongtong hurt?"

Tongtong rubbed her little nose, looking disdainful: "They're so weak, not even as good as Grandma's chicks. Tongtong beat them in no time! Tongtong could take on ten of them!! Like this!"

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After she finished speaking, she secretly glanced at her mother.

Will Mommy hit Tongtong?

He Wanqing looked at her daughter's little eyes and sighed helplessly.

How did this child turn into a little bandit?

She had absolutely no idea what the problem was.

After a few seconds of silence, she said, "As long as Tongtong is happy."

Tongtong's eyes lit up, and she was overjoyed: Yay! Mom didn't scold me!

She's already plotting her next move: she wants to become the boss of the kindergarten!

I want to be the kindergarten principal!

I want to be the boss of the whole kindergarten!

She felt a surge of joy at the thought of everyone calling her "Sister Tongtong" when she went to kindergarten.

He Wanqing narrowed her eyes as she looked at her daughter's expression.

She sticks out her little bottom, and she knows whether she wants to poop or pee.

"He Huantong," her voice was cool, "if you fight again, I'll spank your little bottom into eight pieces."

Tongtong was startled, covered her little bottom, and climbed onto the sofa with a "tap tap tap" sound. She buried her head in Mo Ye's arms, then poked half of her little head out and looked at He Wanqing warily.

How come Mom's face changed so quickly?

Didn't I just say that as long as she's happy, that's all that matters?

He Wanqing pinched her chubby cheeks and said seriously, "Children shouldn't fight, you know?"

Mo Ye also spoke up, "Mom is right, fighting is not good behavior, you know?" After saying that, he grabbed her other breast.

Tongtong obediently let out a loud "Aww!" and said, "I know~"

Mo Ye patted her little head and suddenly said, "Mom bullied Tongtong, so Dad will help Tongtong get revenge."

After saying that, he reached out and gently patted He Wanqing's bottom.

He Wanqing: "??? You......."

Are you planning a rebellion?

Tongtong stared wide-eyed at the scene, then pouted, looking dissatisfied: "Daddy, you didn't use enough force, Mommy's bottom didn't even make a sound..."