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

Mo Ye looked down at her hand resting on his arm, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Weren't we not allowed to hold hands?"

He Wanqing stared straight ahead, her voice so soft it was almost a whisper to herself: "I was just afraid you'd overthink it, wasn't I?"

Mo Ye chuckled, speechless. "Do I really think I'm that petty?"

He Wanqing didn't look at him, but gently pinched his arm with her fingers: "You're so petty, always bullying me."

Mo Ye gently rubbed her hand...

He Wanqing immediately released his arm and glared at him.

Her eyes were fierce, but in his eyes, no matter how fierce she was, she was still cute and adorable.

He Wanqing reached out and gently pinched his arm, lowering her voice to say, "If you touch me in public again, I'm going to scold you."

Mo Ye whispered in defense, "There was no one there just now."

He Wanqing said expressionlessly, "It's not allowed, whether there are people around or not."

Mo Ye sniffled pitifully and lowered his eyes: "It's all my fault..."

Looking at him like this, He Wanqing suddenly felt like she was dating a primary school student.

She sighed helplessly, "How come you're even more childish than Tongtong? You throw tantrums all the time."

Mo Ye hummed in agreement and leaned closer to her with an air of self-righteousness: "I don't care, you're my wife, you have to coax me."

He Wanqing didn't want to talk to him anymore.

She walked straight into the convenience store next door, bought a bottle of green tea, put it in his hand, and then turned and left.

Mo Ye looked down at the bottle of green tea in his hand, with two large characters printed on it: "Green Tea".

He suddenly smiled. At that moment, silence spoke louder than words.

"Want to go out for Western food?" he asked.

He Wanqing nodded and pointed to the shop to the south: "That one tastes pretty good."

The two went in, and He Wanqing ordered three steaks.

Mo Ye knew she needed to eat two portions to feel full.

After ordering, Mo Ye stood up and said, "Wanqing, my stomach is a little upset. I need to use the restroom."

He Wanqing nodded: "Then hurry up, I'll wait for you."

Mo Ye turned and left.

He Wanqing sat in her seat, scrolling through her phone listlessly.

Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, twenty minutes passed, and the steaks were all served, but the guy still hadn't returned.

She frowned. Had that scoundrel fallen into the toilet?

She picked up her phone to send a message when there was a knock on the door of the private room.

The waiter pushed open the door and bowed slightly: "Are you Ms. He Wanqing? Mr. Mo Ye would like to ask you to come out for a moment."

He Wanqing paused. What was this scoundrel up to? She put down her phone and followed the waiter out.

A black grand piano sat in the center of the restaurant. Mo Ye sat on the piano bench, his suit jacket off at some point, and the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to his forearms, revealing a section of his neatly sculpted wrist.

He was bending down to test the sound, his slender fingers casually gliding across the keys, producing a few scattered notes that were crisp and clean.

He Wanqing stood there, stunned. This scoundrel can play the piano?

Mo Ye looked up and saw her standing at the edge of the crowd, waving at her.

Then his fingers fell down.

The sound of a piano began.

The melody flowing from the fingertips is "Preference".

He Wanqing listened to the familiar melody, her lips moved slightly, and she hummed along: "Let yesterday be null and void, today you are in front of me..." Her voice was very soft, only she could hear it.

The sound of the piano echoed in the lobby, each note clear and pure, carrying a restrained gentleness.

The guests listened quietly; some put down their knives and forks, others leaned back in their chairs, and all eyes were on the piano and the person playing it.

The music ended, but the lingering notes still echoed on the beams.

Mo Ye's fingers left the piano keys, and there was a moment of silence before the applause began.

He stood up, picked up a large bouquet of ninety-nine blue roses from beside the piano bench, wrapped in light-colored paper, with tiny water droplets still clinging to the petals, which shimmered slightly under the light.

He walked up to He Wanqing and handed her the flowers.

"Wife, please accept the flowers."

He Wanqing blushed slightly, accepted the flowers, and said in a soft voice, "Thank you..."

She lowered her head and sniffed; the fragrance was faint, yet she found it incredibly sweet.

People around started making a fuss. Only then did He Wanqing notice that many people in the restaurant were looking at them.

Her face turned even redder, and she hid behind Mo Ye.

Someone in the crowd recognized her; she was an employee of the company, from which department, and was staring wide-eyed as her boss was given flowers by a man.

This is huge news!

Then the more I looked at him, the more familiar he seemed. Wasn't that the handsome guy from the other day?

"May you be together forever, for a long and happy life!" someone shouted.

Others echoed this sentiment, offering a string of blessings.

Most of the people who come to eat Western food are couples. These words seem to be spoken to them, but also to myself.

Mo Ye felt He Wanqing's hand tighten around his clothes. He stepped aside to shield her, and said with a smile:

Thank you for your blessings, and I hope that all of you will find your happy ending.

He Wanqing hid behind him, smelling the fragrance of the flowers in his arms, and suddenly felt very warm at this moment.

Mo Ye led her back to the private room.

He Wanqing placed the flowers on the table, carefully arranged the stems, and then bent down to smell them.

To be honest, girls all like romance.

Even if Mo Ye only gave her one flower today, she would be very happy.

She walked up to Mo Ye, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him on the cheek.

Mo Ye looked down at her: "Do you like it?"

He Wanqing nodded, then couldn't help but ask, "When did you start learning piano?"

Mo Ye twitched the corner of his mouth: "My master's wife likes to listen to the piano, and my master often goes to play. He always pulls me along, and I gradually learned how to play."

He paused, looking at her. "I never play the piano specifically for anyone. You're the first. From now on, I'll only play for you. You're the first, and you'll be the last."

He Wanqing was secretly delighted.

Was she the first?

She liked this "first place".

"I can actually dance," she said, her voice so soft it was almost a whisper to herself as she fiddled with the flower petals.

"From now on, you'll play the piano, and I'll dance, okay? My dance will only be for you. You are the first and the only one."

Mo Ye reached out and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

How come his Wanqing is so good at flirting?

He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, then said with a smile, "Let's eat, or we won't have time for a nap."

He Wanqing nodded, stepped out of his arms, and carefully placed the flowers on the empty chair next to the table.

The steak was cold, but nobody cared.

The two sat facing each other, their knives and forks lightly touching the porcelain plate. Occasionally, they would look up at each other, then look down again.

He Wanqing cut a piece of steak and put it in her mouth. After chewing for a while, she suddenly smiled.

"What's wrong?" Mo Ye asked.

"It's nothing," she said, poking at the meat on her plate with her fork, a slight smile playing on her lips. "I just think the steak was especially delicious at lunch today."

Mo Ye looked at her and smiled.

He knew that the real treat wasn't the steak...