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

He Wanqing felt a surge of joy inside, but she still said reservedly, "No."

Mo Ye looked down at her.

She said no, but her eyes were bright and sparkling, her eyelashes fluttering, and her whole face seemed to say one thing—come quickly.

He deliberately said, "Okay then, we won't kiss anymore."

He Wanqing panicked, grabbed his collar, and glared at him fiercely:

"Don't you want to kiss me anymore? When a girl says no, she means yes, you know that! You..." Before she could finish speaking, Mo Ye covered her mouth.

He Wanqing closed her eyes, put her hands on his neck, and began to respond to him.

This time, she didn't wait for him to pry her teeth open; she took the initiative and used her tongue to probe and pry open his teeth.

Mo Ye felt that sweet and soft little tongue trying to penetrate inside. He was stunned for a moment, then opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to intertwine with hers.

The two then exchanged a long, wet French kiss.

When they parted, He Wanqing's eyes were already a little dazed, her lips were slightly swollen and red, and her breathing was erratic.

Looking at her like this, Mo Ye's heart melted completely.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "I want to touch your..."

He Wanqing pushed him away in embarrassment and anger: "No, I don't want to."

Mo Ye's lips curled into a smirk, his voice carrying a hint of mischief: "Didn't you say that when a woman says no, she means yes?"

Before He Wanqing could refute, she felt that her position had been lost again.

She rubbed her chest angrily, glared at him, and cursed, "You bastard!"

I was just touched by his kindness, and now I'm so angry with him again.

Mo Ye kissed her forehead, then got out of bed: "I'll go make breakfast."

He Wanqing shouted fiercely at his retreating back, "Hurry up, you pervert..."

Mo Ye walked to the door, then turned back, bent down and pinched her face, squeezing her plump, collagen-filled cheeks, saying, "I'm a hooligan, a big bad guy." Then he ran away.

He Wanqing touched the spot where he had pinched her, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

She lingered in bed for a while before slowly and quietly getting up.

Two people are brushing their teeth in front of the sink.

As Mo Ye brushed his fingers, he nuzzled his shoulder against hers, and He Wanqing nuzzled back against him.

The two of them were like two little animals nudging each other, not even caring that toothpaste foam got on their lips.

After washing and drying her face, Mo Ye turned to look at He Wanqing, who was still standing in front of the sink with her towel draped on the rack.

"What? Do you want me to wash you?" he asked.

He Wanqing looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "Is it okay?"

Mo Ye smiled, took her towel from the shelf, soaked it in warm water, wrung it out, and then, with one hand supporting her chin and the other holding the towel, carefully wiped her face.

From the forehead to the center of the eyebrows, from the center of the eyebrows to the bridge of the nose, from the bridge of the nose to the cheeks, and finally to the chin and behind the ears.

He Wanqing stood obediently, tilting her head back and letting him do as he pleased, her eyelashes occasionally fluttering and brushing against the back of his hand.

"Okay." Mo Ye put the towel back.

He Wanqing tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek: "Thank you, baby."

Mo Ye touched the spot where she had kissed him, feeling as if he had been hit by her again.

He looked at her; her white dress fluttered in the breeze, her simple skirt trailing on the ground like falling clouds.

The wind blew in through the window, causing her clothes to flutter like flowing clouds. Her features were hidden in the hazy cloud shadows, making her seem like a celestial being banished from the clouds, untouched by the world's hustle and bustle.

When he used to read novels, he didn't feel anything about descriptions like "plain skirts like clouds" and "eyebrows like paintings," thinking they were just a pile of adjectives.

Now he knew—those adjectives were probably describing He Wanqing.

He composed himself and turned to go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

The millet porridge was bubbling in the pot. He added chopped baby pumpkin, fried a few eggs, and finally made brown sugar ginger soup for He Wanqing.

He Wanqing went to wake Tongtong up.

She pushed open the door to the children's room and saw a small bulge on the bed, wrapped tightly in the blanket, with only a few strands of hair sticking out.

She walked over and lifted the blanket and the little figure wrapped inside it together.

This was a skill she learned after watching Mo Ye do it a few times. Unlike Mo Ye, who could let Tongtong stay in bed for a while, she wouldn't give her even a second.

Tongtong was lifted into the air, and she opened her eyes groggily, her little face filled with confusion, as if asking, "Who am I? Where am I?"

He Wanqing smiled and put the silly little dumpling down: "Get up, you lazy pig."

Tongtong pouted and said, "Mom is the lazybones."

He Wanqing was too lazy to argue with her, so she quickly helped her change her clothes and pushed her to wash up.

After Tongtong finished brushing her teeth, He Wanqing washed her face, dried it, and led her downstairs.

Mo Ye was standing by the dining table wearing an apron. When he saw them come down, he waved and said, "Come and have breakfast."

Tongtong looked at the golden pumpkin and millet porridge on the table, sniffed it, and immediately beamed, "It smells so good! Daddy's amazing!"

Mo Ye patted her little tuft of hair: "You have such a sweet tongue."

He took a small bowl, filled it for her, and placed it in front of her.

Tongtong didn't eat; she just stared at him.

"Why aren't you eating?" Mo Ye urged her.

Tongtong pointed to his apron: "Daddy hasn't eaten yet, let's eat together."

Mo Ye was taken aback for a moment, then reached out and pinched her little chubby cheeks: "Tongtong is so sweet."

He untied his apron and put it away, then sat down next to He Wanqing.

Tongtong looked down at her seat and suddenly realized that, without knowing when it started, her parents no longer surrounded her.

She sat on one side, and the two of them sat on the other side.

She pouted, poked the bottom of the bowl with her spoon, and looked up to see He Wanqing feeding Mo Ye porridge. Mo Ye also scooped a spoonful and fed it back to her.

Tongtong pouted even more.

Am I a foundling?

"Daddy~" she called out in a drawn-out voice.

He Wanqing didn't even turn her head: "Don't even think about it."

Tongtong pouted and said angrily, "Mommy, I want Daddy to feed me!"

He Wanqing glanced at her: "You don't want to."

Tongtong waved her little spoon, declaring confidently, "He's my dad!"

He Wanqing crossed her arms and said, "He's still my husband."

Tongtong paused for a moment, her little brain working rapidly, then she picked up her spoon and loudly announced, "I can call Daddy 'husband' too!"

He Wanqing narrowed her eyes, staring at the audacious little one: "Are you provoking me?"

Tongtong shrank back, looking timid, but still stubbornly refused to admit defeat: "I dare to call Daddy 'husband,' do you dare to call Daddy 'Daddy'?"

He Wanqing was stunned.

Call that scoundrel Mo Ye "Dad"?

Would she dare to scream?

A scene suddenly flashed through her mind: her face flushed as she called Mo Ye "Daddy"... and then her face instantly turned red to the roots of her neck...

Mo Ye almost choked on his porridge, and gave Tongtong a thumbs up: "Tongtong, come here, Daddy will feed you." His daughter is indeed his little darling.

When Tongtong saw that she had snatched her father away, she exclaimed "Yay!" and obediently opened her mouth, "Ah~ Ooh~".

He Wanqing narrowed her eyes, her voice cool: "Mo Ye, do you want me to call you 'Dad'?"

Mo Ye choked and quickly waved his hand, "No, no." Inwardly, he was thinking: How could I dare say I wanted to?

He Wanqing stared at his guilty look, her eyes wide: "You really want to?!"

Mo Ye coughed, trying to appear innocent: "No, no, don't talk nonsense."

He Wanqing suddenly softened, her voice gentle: "It's not impossible~"

Mo Ye's eyes widened instantly, and his voice changed tone: "Really? What do you want me to do?"

He Wanqing narrowed her eyes and curled her lips into a smile: "What do you think?"

Her hand had already touched his chest, her fingers gently pinching a certain spot.

Mo Ye gasped, "I was wrong..."

He Wanqing's voice was cool: "It's too late."

"Ouch!" Mo Ye let out a short exclamation.

When Tongtong saw her mother bullying her father, she angrily slammed her hand on the table: "Mommy's so mean! I'm going to tell Grandma!"

He Wanqing released her hand and tapped her little head: "Your mom is giving dad a reward."

Tongtong looked at Mo Ye with a puzzled expression. Mo Ye's smile was more like a grimace, but he still nodded: "Yes, Mom and Dad were just joking."

Looking at his expression, Tongtong felt that something was off.

However, since her parents often did this, she didn't think much of it and lowered her head to continue eating her porridge.

After breakfast, Mo Ye drove Tongtong to kindergarten. Tongtong sat in the back seat, her two short legs swinging back and forth.

When they reached the door, she jumped out of the car and waved to them, saying, "Goodbye, Mom and Dad!"

He Wanqing waved to her, saying, "Be good."