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

She secretly turned her head, revealing half an eye, and looked at He Wanqing pitifully, her voice soft and sweet: "Mommy~"

Then she threw herself into He Wanqing's arms, rubbing her face against her chest, and began to whine, "It wasn't Tongtong who said that! My mouth said it itself!"

He Wanqing said "Oh?" with a rising tone at the end, her voice tinged with a hint of mockery: "Said with your mouth?"

Tongtong nodded earnestly, her little face tense, as if she wanted to write "I'm very honest" on her face: "Yes!"

He Wanqing's voice was cool, like a winter breeze blowing in through a crack in the door: "How about Tongtong is punished by not eating for a few days?"

Tongtong's eyes widened, and her little mouth opened into an "O" shape.

Haven't eaten anything good for days?

She hesitated for a while, then resigned herself to her fate and decided to give him a spanking.

She consciously rolled out of He Wanqing's arms, lay on He Wanqing's lap, propped her chin up with her two chubby little hands, looked at Mo Ye pitifully, and whimpered softly, "Mommy, don't hit me so hard~"

Mo Ye looked at his daughter's "I admit it, but could you be a little gentler?" expression and his lips twitched.

This little brat is all bravado from the neck down; he's always looking for a beating.

He couldn't bear it and turned his head away, pretending not to see.

He Wanqing gently placed her hand on Tongtong's little bottom, but before she applied any pressure...

Tongtong immediately let out a scream, loud enough to be heard throughout the entire villa area: "Killing children~!"

He Wanqing said expressionlessly, "I haven't even started yet."

Tongtong didn't hear her at all; she was still thrashing about, kicking her little legs wildly on the sofa, shouting incessantly, "Daddy, save me! Mommy's a big bad girl..."

Mo Ye and He Wanqing fell silent at the same time, looking at the little dumpling with its eyes closed and its face clearly saying "I'm getting beaten up".

Tongtong made a fuss for a while, then suddenly said "Hmm...?" and stopped.

"It doesn't hurt..." She peeked through one eye, looked at Mo Ye through the crack, and then turned to look at He Wanqing.

Then she realized one thing: she hadn't been hit at all.

So all her shouting was for nothing?

She pouted, her little face full of grievance, thinking to herself, "My mouth is so dry... what if I can't call out later!"

She wriggled a little and said in a childish voice, "Mommy, I'm thirsty~ I'm going to get some water."

Then she scurried down from He Wanqing's lap, shuffling along in her little slippers to the coffee table, where she picked up her small water cup.

He gulped down several mouthfuls, water droplets sliding down his lips and hanging on his round little chin. After finishing, he let out a satisfied "ha" and wiped his mouth.

Mo Ye and He Wanqing looked at that small figure from behind and smiled at the same time.

This little drama queen.

After finishing her water, Tongtong ran back, climbed onto the sofa, and obediently lay down in her previous spot, covering her head with her chubby little hands, looking like she was ready to be hit.

He Wanqing was both annoyed and amused by her daughter's self-aware demeanor.

Should she praise her?

He's so loyal; he said he'd come back for water and he really did.

She raised her hand and gently patted Tongtong's little bottom twice, the force so light it was like brushing off dust.

"Aww! Aww!" Tongtong immediately let out two howls, then covered her bottom and rolled off He Wanqing's lap, tumbling into Mo Ye's arms.

She buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled and slightly aggrieved, "Daddy, my bottom hurts, hug me~"

Mo Ye suppressed a laugh and scooped the little drama queen into his arms.

Tongtong immediately snuggled into his arms, finding the most comfortable position, her little face pressed against his chest. After a couple of seconds of quiet, she tilted her head back, her eyes sparkling: "Daddy, I want to eat potato chips."

Mo Ye nodded, reached for the bag of potato chips that had already been opened on the coffee table, opened it, and gave her two chips.

Tongtong didn't reach out to take it, but simply opened her little mouth and said in a childish voice, "I want Daddy to feed me~".

Mo Ye held the potato chips to her lips.

Tongtong took a big bite and chewed it with a "crunch crunch," her cheeks puffing out like a little hamster.

As she chewed, she mumbled, "Daddy's food is so delicious~"

Then a chubby little hand grabbed Mo Ye's clothes, turned to look at He Wanqing, and clearly said in its little eyes: Look, Daddy is feeding me.

He Wanqing looked at the little dumpling nestled in Mo Ye's arms with a smug look on its face and sighed expressionlessly.

She really gave birth to a little lover, and a little drama queen at that.

As Tongtong watched, her eyelids began to droop, and her little head bobbed up and down.

She yawned softly, her voice as gentle as a melted marshmallow: "Daddy, I'm sleepy~ Shall we go to sleep? I want to sleep while hugging Daddy."

Mo Ye nodded, picked her up, and walked towards the bedroom.

He Wanqing also stood up, turned off the TV and lights in the living room, and the whole house gradually quieted down.

Tongtong was placed in the middle of the large bed, and Moye lay down next to her.

She snuggled closer to Mo Ye under the covers, clutching his collar with her little hands, clinging to him like a little koala.

"Daddy, it's been so long since I told Tongtong a story," she suddenly said, her voice tinged with a hint of coquetry.

Mo Ye's expression stiffened slightly.

He felt a little guilty when he recalled the thunderous stories he had told before.

But after thinking about it, I decided to tell a normal story.

He took out his phone, searched for a bit, cleared his throat, and began to tell the story of the fox and the grapes.

Once upon a time, there was a fox who came to a grapevine and saw bunches of glistening grapes hanging on it...

As Tongtong listened, her little mouth slowly pouted.

After Mo Ye finished speaking, she wrinkled her little nose, looking dissatisfied: "This doesn't sound good. It's for children. It's not as good as what Daddy said before."

He Wanqing leaned on Mo Ye's shoulder, and her lips twitched when she heard this.

This little girl loves listening to those unofficial historical stories.

Mo Ye patted Tongtong's little head, both amused and exasperated: "Isn't Tongtong just a child?"

Tongtong snuggled closer to him, whimpering in protest, "Tongtong is the big sister, not a little kid!"

It's always inexplicably funny when a three-year-old says something like that.

Mo Ye gently patted her little bottom, his voice tender: "Go to sleep now, Daddy will tell Tongtong a nice story next time."

Tongtong yawned, her little mouth wide open, tears welling up in her eyes. She buried her face in Mo Ye's chest, her voice growing softer and softer: "Okay! Daddy, I'm sleepy~ I want to sleep~"

Mo Ye gently patted her back.

Tongtong's breathing quickly became even and long, her little mouth slightly open, gently blowing on Moye's arm, making it ticklish.

He Wanqing turned to her side, looked at her daughter's peaceful sleeping face, and asked softly, "Is Tongtong asleep?"