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

Upon hearing this, Mo Ye reached out and took off his shirt, revealing his lean chest and well-defined abdominal muscles.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, clean lines, and well-defined, taut abdominal muscles that gleam with a healthy glow in the morning light.

Standing there, he exuded a cool yet intense aura of masculinity.

He Wanqing looked at him—this scoundrel, using his good looks again.

She swallowed hard and bit her lower lip.

She used to have absolutely no interest in this kind of thing, so why does she have no resistance to it now?

No, it should be said that she had no resistance to him, and her defenses were zero.

She walked over, trying to keep her voice calm: "Put it on quickly, I'll help you."

Then one of her hands kept groping his abs, her fingertips sliding from one abs to another;

With her other hand, she pretended to help him get dressed, patting the clothes on his shoulder.

Mo Ye looked down at her hand lingering on his abs, then looked up at her expression that said, "I'm really trying to get you dressed," and fell silent.

He coughed.

He Wanqing snapped out of her daze and looked down at the clothes in her left hand. She had been holding the T-shirt in her hand and had been hitting his shoulder with it, but she hadn't actually put it over his head.

A faint blush rose to her face. She coughed and quickly spoke, her words coming out much faster than usual: "Lower your head."

Mo Ye lowered his head.

He Wanqing pulled the T-shirt over his head, straightened the hem, and adjusted the collar.

She took his hand, their fingers intertwined, and the two walked out of the bedroom together.

It's not safe to stay in this room any longer... I feel like something bad is going to happen again, and it might even end up killing someone.

Mo Ye rode his cat-shaped electric scooter through several streets in the morning breeze and bought three breakfasts before returning home.

The bread bag contained hot meat buns and soy milk. He held the handlebars with one hand and carried the bag with the other. When he opened the door, the steam was still rising from the bag, coating the inside of the plastic bag with a fine layer of water droplets.

He Wanqing was standing in the living room helping Tongtong tie her hair.

Tongtong sat on a small stool, her little head tilted slightly back, her two chubby little hands resting on her knees, obediently staying still.

He Wanqing's fingers ran through her hair, dividing it into two sections and twisting them into small buns, tying them tightly with rubber bands, and then gently tugging at them to make the two buns rounder and fuller.

As soon as Tongtong saw Moye push the door open and come in, she immediately jumped up from her little stool, waving her chubby little hands in the air, her voice sweet and bright: "Daddy, where did you go?"

Mo Ye shook the bag in his hand, a smile on his face: "Dad went out to buy breakfast."

He walked to the table, put down the bag, and took out the breakfast items one by one.

Steamed buns, fried dough sticks, soy milk, and tea eggs.

He squatted down and reached out to pinch Tongtong's little face. His daughter's skin was soft and smooth, like a peeled egg.

Tongtong let out a "woof," her little face slightly deformed from his pinching, but her eyes were still curved, like two crescent moons.

Mo Ye stood up and turned to look at He Wanqing.

She was looking down, tidying up Tongtong's little pigtails, her eyelashes drooping, her expression focused.

Mo Ye walked over, bent down slightly, and kissed her on the lips. The kiss was neither too light nor too heavy, and the duration was just enough to give He Wanqing's cheeks a light blush.

"I went to school." His voice was very soft, as if he were saying something completely ordinary.

He Wanqing looked up at him, her voice as gentle as a marshmallow soaking in warm water: "Be careful."

Watching her parents kiss again, Tongtong stomped her feet impatiently. Her chubby little hands tugged at Mo Ye's trouser leg, her face tilted back, her lips pouting so wide they could hang an oil bottle: "Daddy, Tongtong wants a kiss too!"

Mo Ye smiled, bent down and picked Tongtong up from the ground, held her in his arms, and gave her a loud kiss on her fair little face, the sound as loud as opening a bottle cap.

After being kissed, Tongtong turned to look at He Wanqing, her big eyes filled with anticipation.

He Wanqing understood the meaning in her eyes. She first turned her head and kissed Mo Ye on the cheek, and then kissed Tongtong on the other cheek.

Tongtong was finally satisfied. She kicked her little legs, trying to get down from Moye's arms.

Her eyes were already fixed on the steaming breakfast bag on the table, and her voice held a hint of impatience: "Tongtong's breakfast is ready!"

Mo Ye put her on a chair and handed her a small meat bun. The bun was bigger than her fist, and she held it in her two chubby little hands.

"Tongtong, eat your food properly. Daddy is going to school now. Mommy will take Tongtong to kindergarten today."

He gently patted her little head. Tongtong took a bite of her steamed bun, her cheeks bulging, a little filling on the corner of her mouth, and mumbled, "Daddy, drive slowly~"

She freed one chubby little hand and waved at Mo Ye, her fingers still covered in crumbs from the steamed bun.

Mo Ye waved to her, then turned and went out.

The electric scooter made a soft hum in the morning breeze, and Mo Ye wasn't riding very fast.

When he arrived at school, there weren't many people in the classroom yet. As usual, he went to the last row, occupied three seats together, put his backpack on the chair next to him, and took out his phone to browse for a while.

Shen Qing and Wang Jie rushed in just as the school bell rang. They collapsed into their chairs, panting heavily, their chests heaving, as if they had been chased by dogs.

The bell rang, and class began.

The teacher was lecturing at the front, while the students at the back were all busy with their own things. Shen Qing turned to the side and lowered her voice to speak:

"Mo Ye, are you coming to the friendly basketball game tonight? Our Computer Science Department is playing against the Literature and Communication Department."

Mo Ye leaned back in his chair and thought for a moment: "Is there no one else here?"

Shen Qing quickly waved her hand, speaking rapidly, "Their skills are pretty average, and they don't have any good teamwork with me and Lao Wang!"

Mo Ye didn't really want to participate; he preferred to spend his time with He Wanqing and Tongtong.

Wang Jie suddenly interjected, his voice not loud, but every word pierced Mo Ye's ears like nails: "You should ask your sister-in-law to come and take a look later."

Mo Ye's expression changed visibly.

He straightened up, sat up, nodded, and said with an undeniable certainty in his voice, "We will win overwhelmingly."

Shen Qing and Wang Jie exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes. In the past, when Mo Ye participated in these kinds of competitions, he would just "play casually," "it doesn't matter whether I win or not," and "I don't need to take it too seriously."

Today they actually said they wanted to win overwhelmingly?

Tsk...

Shen Qing's eyes darted around, she rubbed her hands together, a fawning smile appearing on her face, her voice softening slightly:

"Could you ask your sister-in-law to invite Sister Qin to come and watch together?"

Mo Ye glanced at him: "Is this really why you called me?"

Shen Qing scratched the back of his head, chuckled twice, his face clearly saying "You saw right through me," but he said, "There's no such thing."

Mo Ye was too lazy to expose him: "Go and call him yourself, be bold."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qing puffed out her chest and nodded solemnly: "I'll go see her at noon and talk to her."

"That's more like it." Mo Ye patted his shoulder.

The three chatted for a while, and then, as usual, took out their phones and started playing games.

Time slipped away between "All-Out Attack" and "Defeat," as fast as sand slipping through your fingers.