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

"Let's go check out the slides first." Mo Ye started the car and searched on the navigation for a while. "The wholesale market should have them. There are many styles, and we can see the materials on-site."

He Wanqing nodded.

The car drove out of the residential area and headed towards the suburbs.

The wholesale market was more bustling than I had imagined.

Trucks of all sizes crowded the roadside to load and unload goods, forklifts shuttled between warehouses, horns and shouts mingled together, and the air was filled with the smell of cardboard boxes and tape.

Mo Ye led He Wanqing through the crowd and stopped in front of a stall selling children's amusement equipment.

"How about this?" he asked, pointing to a pink cat-shaped slide.

The slide is small, suitable for family yards.

The cat's ears are three-dimensional, the whiskers are made of black soft rubber, and the eyes are two round plastic beads that sparkle in the sunlight.

The slide is light pink and curves down from the top of the cat's head, with just the right slope.

Mo Ye squatted down to inspect the interfaces and screws, then looked at the anti-slip pads on the base, stood up, and clapped his hands: "This is it."

The shop owner, a middle-aged man, was unloading goods nearby. Hearing this, he turned around, looked them up and down, and said, "Wholesale price, delivery not included."

"Add money, or is it free?"

The boss lowered his voice a little when he quoted a price, and in the end, he not only included delivery but also installation...

Mo Ye paid the deposit, arranged the delivery time, and led He Wanqing out.

"Where's the swing?" He Wanqing asked.

Mo Ye squeezed her hand: "Can the things I bought for Tongtong be the same as the things I bought for you? Come on, let's go to Qin Qing Square."

He Wanqing smiled and let him lead her away.

She liked this favoritism.

Little Tongtong, you still want to steal my husband?

You still have a long way to go.

Tongtong: "One buried in the South Pole, one buried in the North Pole. (smile.jpg)"

Qinqing Square is in the city center, while the wholesale market is in the east and the wholesale market is in the west.

It took Mo Ye forty minutes to arrive.

The two spent half an hour browsing in the furniture store and finally chose two minimalist-style swings.

One of them was for Tongtong; it was light wood-colored with colorful cotton ropes wrapped around the ropes.

One of them was for He Wanqing; it was a dark walnut wood with simpler lines, and a circle of flowers could be planted around it.

After buying the swing, Mo Ye showed no sign of leaving. He led He Wanqing into the jewelry section.

He pulled He Wanqing into a shop, where the lights on the counter made every piece of jewelry sparkle.

Mo Ye looked around and pointed to a pair of pearl earrings: "Try these."

He Wanqing shook her head: "I don't usually wear jewelry."

Mo Ye has already had the teller take it out.

The pearl is small, a warm, off-white color, set in a circle of tiny diamonds. It's understated yet beautiful.

He Wanqing glanced at it, then glanced at it again.

Mo Ye held the earring up to her ear and compared it to the clerk's ears, then said, "Wrap it up."

Before He Wanqing could say anything, he had already gone to look at the bracelet.

A thin chain, with a star as the pendant.

Another one, the pendant is the moon.

He held up the two chains in front of her, comparing them back and forth, and finally bought both.

"That's enough," He Wanqing said, tugging at his sleeve. "I can't wear that many."

Mo Ye nodded, but it didn't end there. He went from shop to shop, with He Wanqing following him.

He kept buying more and more things: earrings, necklaces, bracelets, high heels, headbands, and even several pairs of cufflinks, though she had no idea why he was buying them.

Then there are clothes.

Mo Ye walked through the women's clothing section more familiarly than he did at home, picking up whatever he thought would suit He Wanqing.

A dress, a skirt, a cardigan, a trench coat, and two pairs of jeans.

He Wanqing followed behind. Mo Ye's hands were already full. Mo Ye put the things down and went to pick them out. After picking them out, he swiped his card without even looking at the price tag.

Finally, there are stockings.

Mo Ye stood in front of the stockings shelf for a long time, carefully examining the material and thickness of each style, and finally took more than a dozen pairs and put them in her shopping basket.

He Wanqing felt that among all the things Mo Ye bought, the stockings took him the longest to decide on...

"I can't wear that much," she whispered.

Mo Ye leaned close to her ear and whispered, "It's okay, it'll disappear as you tear it."

He Wanqing froze for a second, then her face flushed red.

Why tear clothes to do that kind of thing?

What kind of quirk is this?

Before she could figure it out, he had already dragged her to pay the bill.

It cost more than ten million in total.

He Wanqing's eyelids twitched as she looked at the long string of numbers on the receipt.

She only has a little over 200 million yuan in liquid assets at her disposal; the rest is in real estate and investments.

She wouldn't dare spend money like that even on her own, but Mo Ye never looked at the price when he bought things. If she glanced at them, he would buy them, which made her afraid to look at anything afterward.

Mo Ye was still looking at the counter next to him, as if he was looking for something.

"Don't buy it," He Wanqing stopped him, "It's too expensive."

Mo Ye looked down at her, a hint of confusion in his eyes: "What's wrong? Don't you like anything?"

He Wanqing rolled her eyes at him: "Do you even know how much money you spent?"

Mo Ye nodded: "I know."

He Wanqing glared at him: "You want to spend all the money?"

Mo Ye suddenly looked at her with a pitiful expression, his voice softening: "If I run out of money, will you support me?"

He Wanqing nodded without thinking.

Mo Ye smiled, a smile tinged with a triumphant slyness, but mostly serious:

"That's good. Even if I run out of money, I still have you, right? You'll take care of me."

He Wanqing looked at him, and her heart was suddenly filled with something.

Yes, and so is she.

She will support him for the rest of his life.

"Don't spend it," she whispered, her voice carrying a softness she herself didn't realize. "It hurts me to spend any more."

He wears clothes that cost only a few hundred yuan, yet he spends over ten million yuan on her without batting an eye.

"Mo Ye," she couldn't help but ask, "don't you feel anything spending so much money?"

Mo Ye scratched his head, thought for a moment, and said, "But you like it. And I happen to have a little money."

He Wanqing found it somewhat amusing: "What if something I like costs billions? Would you buy it for me then?"

Without hesitation, Mo Ye nodded: "What do you like? I'll buy it for you."

He Wanqing rolled her eyes at him.

Even her family wouldn't dare to casually take out billions; it's probably only her mother's side that can handle it more easily.

Her dad will probably have to cut his losses.

Mo Ye walked to her side, lowered his head, and looked earnestly into her eyes: "Is there anything else you like? Tell me, and I'll do my best to buy it for you."

He Wanqing felt a warmth in her heart, reached out and patted his head like petting a big dog: "Okay. I'll buy you some clothes too, you haven't bought any for yourself."

Mo Ye glanced down at his T-shirt and said nonchalantly, "Isn't it enough that I have something to wear? I don't have any requirements for these things."

He never looked closely at his bank card balance.

He doesn't really care about money; he just knows he won't be short of money.

He didn't usually have many expenses and had no desire to spend money, until he met He Wanqing and Tongtong.

He Wanqing looked at him, then suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek.

Mo Ye was stunned for a moment, then touched his face and looked at her...