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

Tongtong nestled in Moye's arms, quietly watching cartoons.

He Wanqing leaned over and rested her head on Mo Ye's shoulder.

The three people squeezed onto the sofa, like three bowls stacked on top of each other.

After a while, Mo Ye touched his sticky face and said, "I'm going to wash my face."

He gently carried Tongtong to the corner of the sofa, where Tongtong loved to curl up like a little hamster.

Tongtong sat up obediently, tilting her little face up to urge him, "Daddy, hurry up~ Tongtong is waiting for you."

Mo Ye nodded and walked towards the bathroom.

He Wanqing followed behind him.

The two stood in front of the sink, each squeezing face wash into their palms and rubbing it to create a rich lather.

As Mo Ye rubbed, he suddenly reached out and placed a dot of white foam on the tip of He Wanqing's nose.

He Wanqing glared at him in the mirror, then looked at the round white bubble on the tip of his nose.

After washing his face, Mo Ye dried his own face and then picked up He Wanqing's towel to help her dry her face.

As she wiped, He Wanqing suddenly spoke up: "Have I been too selfish lately?"

Mo Ye continued wiping his face: "Love is inherently selfish. If I had a son to fight me for you, I might be even more selfish than you."

He Wanqing felt a little relieved.

Mo Ye hung the towel back up and said, "It's okay, we have a great atmosphere at home."

He Wanqing thought about it and was still a little worried: "Won't this be bad for her development?"

Mo Ye shook his head, his tone firm: "No. Only when parents have a bad relationship will a child's development be negatively affected."

I've never heard of a child whose parents have a good relationship but whose development is poor. And being good to her doesn't necessarily mean sacrificing your own well-being; indulging her every whim isn't good for her development either.

He Wanqing nodded, and the two of them walked out of the bathroom together.

In the living room, Tongtong was watching the unlucky bear, laughing so hard she was doubled over, her little feet kicking wildly on the sofa, completely carefree.

Looking at her daughter's silly, happy expression, He Wanqing suddenly realized that all her worries were unnecessary.

She had just sat down on the sofa when Tongtong clung to her like a little magnet, snuggling into her arms and rubbing her little face against her chest, saying, "Mommy, hug me."

He Wanqing pinched her little cheek and asked deliberately, "Don't you want Daddy to hold you anymore?"

Tongtong chuckled, "Hehehe..." and snuggled closer to her like a spoiled kitten.

"Tongtong wants Mommy to hold her too! Mommy is so fragrant and soft, it's so comfortable to hold her."

He Wanqing looked down at the little dumpling she had carried for ten months and gave birth to, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

Time really flies. That little, soft bundle of joy is now talking back, tattling, and saying things like, "Mommy, you should find another husband."

Her hand rested on Tongtong's lower abdomen, and through the thin nightgown, she could feel her warm body temperature and the rise and fall of her breath.

Mo Ye sat beside the mother and daughter, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

He Wanqing suddenly spoke up: "Tongtong, will you blame Mommy for fighting with Tongtong over Daddy?"

Tongtong looked up at her with an expression that said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said in a childish voice, "If Tongtong tries to take Daddy away from Mommy, will Mommy be angry?"

He Wanqing was stunned for a moment.

It seems she really has gotten herself into a dead end.

Tongtong waved her little fist, her face full of fighting spirit: "Tongtong and Mommy are rivals! Tongtong won't hold back!"

Grandma and Grandma on both sides are Tongtong's teammates! Mom, you better watch out, or you'll end up crying!

He Wanqing was amused by her mature demeanor and reached out to pinch her little chubby cheeks: "Grandma and Grandpa will help you, but your dad can listen to me."

Tongtong's eyes widened, her little face filled with shock: "You can do that?!"

She glanced cautiously at He Wanqing, her voice lowering, "Mom, can I take back what I just said?"

He Wanqing looked at her coldly, a slight smile playing on her lips: "What do you think?"

Tongtong turned to look at Mo Ye with a pitiful expression, her eyes brimming with tears:

"Daddy, can't you be a little braver and fight back? Don't be afraid of Mommy, Tongtong will help Daddy!"

He Wanqing reached out and turned her head back, her tone leaving no room for argument: "Don't go talk to Dad, talk to Mom about anything."

Tongtong flailed and struggled in her arms, like a kitten being grabbed by the scruff of its neck: "Mommy's bad!"

After struggling for a while, she realized that she was no match for her mother at all, and her little mouth pouted high, looking very angry.

He Wanqing cupped her little face in her hands, squeezed them together, and "poof"ed out the air from her pouting little mouth.

Tongtong was rendered speechless by this move, and like a deflated balloon, she nestled listlessly in He Wanqing's arms, muttering softly:

"This is outrageous! You've bullied me... you've picked on the weak!"

After she finished speaking, she buried her face in He Wanqing's chest and stopped talking.

Between feeling humiliated and being angry, she chose to feel humiliated.

He Wanqing looked down at the little dumpling burying itself in her arms, and the corners of her mouth slowly turned up.

She placed her hand on Tongtong's back and patted it gently, once, once.

Tongtong tilted her little head up, her big eyes darting around as she looked at He Wanqing, and suddenly announced in her childish voice, "Mommy is the big devil."

He Wanqing looked down at the little one in her arms, reached out and pinched her cheek, gently rubbing it, and a smile appeared on her lips:

"You're only realizing now that Mommy's a big devil? She's the one who specifically controls Tongtong."

Tongtong's face was pinched so hard it was distorted, and her lips were pouting, but she still pouted defiantly: "When Tongtong grows up, she'll spank Mommy's bottom!"

As she spoke, she waved her little fist, grumbling and whining, her little face clearly saying, "I'm not someone to be trifled with."

He Wanqing laughed in exasperation and scoffed.

This little brat wants to rebel against the Heavenly Gang?

When Tongtong heard her mother's laughter, her heart skipped a beat. She thought to herself, "Oh no, I just blurted out what was on my mind."

Waaaaah, this is it, I'm doomed.

She shrank her neck and gently moved her little bottom on He Wanqing's lap, trying to quietly and imperceptibly escape the danger zone.

He Wanqing looked down at the little dumpling in her arms. The little one was slowly inching its way out like a snail, its movements ridiculously slow.

She waited patiently, and just as Tongtong felt safe and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she reached out and grabbed her by the back of the neck, lifting her back like a kitten.

Tongtong stiffened for a moment as the back of her neck was pinched, then deflated and slumped back onto He Wanqing's lap, burying her face in the sofa, her voice muffled: "Waaah, my little bottom's going to get a beating again... Tongtong's so miserable..."