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

He Wanqing bit her lip, feeling as if countless flowers were blooming in her heart.

She felt something was off about that statement, so she said, "Work your whole life, work hard."

After she finished speaking, the corners of her mouth curled up, and she couldn't suppress the smile.

Looking at her expression, Mo Ye's lips curled up: "Is it work?"

He Wanqing looked at him with an innocent expression, her big, watery eyes filled with guile: "Of course it's work."

Mo Ye looked at her "I don't understand what you're saying" expression and nodded with a smile: "Hurry up and get dressed, it's getting late."

He Wanqing looked down and realized that she was still hanging naked on him, without wearing any clothes.

Her face flushed red instantly, as if it had been burned.

She jumped off him, barefoot on the floor, grabbed her clothes, and ran into the bathroom like a startled rabbit.

Mo Ye stood there, feeling the soft, fragrant little thing in his arms was gone, and his heart felt empty, as if a piece of him had been ripped out.

He picked up his shirt from the floor, slowly put it on, and then leaned against the wall outside the bathroom door, waiting.

When He Wanqing came out again, she had changed into a white dress.

Her skirt fell above her knees, and a thin white belt was tied around her waist. Her hair was loose and draped over her shoulders. She looked fresh and clean, like a gardenia that had just been rained on.

"let's go."

She walked up to him and naturally extended her hand.

Mo Ye took her hand, their fingers intertwined, and the two walked out of the office together.

As they entered the elevator, He Wanqing reached out and took Mo Ye's arm, resting her head on his shoulder like a cat that had found its nest.

Mo Ye turned his head to look at her, a slight smile on his lips: "Do you want me to carry you?"

He Wanqing shook her head, her voice muffled: "No, what if someone sees us?"

Mo Ye smiled, his tone as relaxed as if he were talking about something trivial: "It's okay, just bury your face in my arms."

He Wanqing glanced at him, her eyes screaming, "Are you stupid? Do you think everyone else wouldn't know it's me when they see someone in your arms?"

Mo Ye chuckled twice, not refuting her, but simply tightening his grip on her hand: "We don't need to care about what others think."

He Wanqing shook her head, her voice carrying a hint of helplessness and doting: "I don't have skin as thick as yours."

Mo Ye changed the subject, a mischievous chuckle in his voice: "Then let's look at the legs."

He Wanqing was amused by his shamelessness, released his hand, put her hands on her hips, and looked at him seriously:

"You and I say, believe in the motherland, believe in the Party, gambling, drugs and prostitution will not end well."

Mo Ye repeated after him, his voice neither hurried nor slow, as if reciting a text: "Believe in the motherland, believe in the Party, gambling and drugs will not end well."

He Wanqing waited for him to say "Huang," but after a while, she realized that he had no intention of pronouncing the word at all.

Her eyes widened, and her voice rose several octaves: "Where's Huang?"

Mo Ye glanced around and said seriously, "Look, the yellow car."

He Wanqing followed his gaze and saw a yellow sedan parked in the parking lot.

She took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound calm, but the calm was like a thin layer of ice: "I said 'yellow'!"

Mo Ye looked up at the ceiling again: "Heaven above."

He Wanqing laughed in exasperation, reached out and pinched the soft flesh on his waist, the force just enough to make him grimace.

Her voice was a mix of anger and laughter, tinged with a hint of helplessness and a touch of indulgence: "You pervert."

Mo Ye rubbed the spot where she had pinched him, but his smile deepened.

"Women don't love bad boys. Why pretend to be a gentleman to your wife? As Zhang San said, if you don't take advantage of a good deal, you're a bastard."

He Wanqing looked at his self-righteous demeanor, her lips twitched, and her voice was cold: "Does Zhang San know that he said that?"

He Wanqing paused for a second, then burst out laughing, bending over with laughter.

She straightened up, shook her head, and was so angry at this scoundrel that she laughed.

"I'm not going to argue with you anymore, I'm going to pick up Tongtong." She opened the car door and got into the passenger seat.

Mo Ye started the car, gripped the steering wheel, glanced at her, and casually said, "I'm going to play a match tonight."

He Wanqing was fastening her seatbelt when she heard this. She paused, looked up at him, and asked, "What competition? Badminton?"

Mo Ye shook his head, stepped on the gas, and the car slowly drove out of the parking space.

"Basketball game."

He Wanqing raised an eyebrow, looked him up and down, and teased him with a hint of skepticism in her tone: "You can play basketball?"

Mo Ye's lips curled up slightly, his voice carrying a hint of nonchalant humility: "I know a little."

He Wanqing leaned back in her chair, tilted her head to look at him, and smiled mischievously: "Then I'll watch you get tortured tonight."

Mo Ye turned his head to look at her, the corners of his mouth curving into a wider smile, his voice carrying a hint of unconvinced coquettishness:

"Shouldn't you say that you're infatuated with me, crazy about me, and would bang your head against a wall for me? Or at least say that you're like a lover, your heart soars, and you panic at the sight of Mo Ye. Even if the wind rises and the mountains and rivers are filled with towering waves, they can't compare to Mo Ye."

He Wanqing's eyes widened like copper bells as she looked at his self-absorbed appearance. She had never seen such a shameless person.

Her lips moved slightly, and she squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth: "Have you no shame?"

Mo Ye smiled, a smile that had the warmth of sunshine and a youthful spirit that made you want to hit him but couldn't bring yourself to do it.

"In your heart, I am the most amazing."

His tone was as certain as if he were stating a mathematical theorem that had been proven countless times.

Looking at his confident demeanor, He Wanqing opened her mouth, wanting to say something in rebuttal, but swallowed the words back.

She silently admitted to herself that he was indeed the most capable.

But saying these words yourself and saying them from his mouth are two completely different things.

She pursed her lips, her voice cool: "In my heart, you're practically an insect."

Mo Ye shifted his grip on the steering wheel, correcting him, "Didn't I say I'm a dragon?"

He Wanqing's lips twitched, and her voice was cool: "More like a scoundrel."

Mo Ye turned the steering wheel, the smile on his lips impossible to suppress, his voice carrying a meaningful chuckle:

"Snakes are nice too, they like to burrow into dark, damp holes."

He Wanqing's eyes widened even more.

No way, you can drive on this lousy road?

She turned her head away, deciding not to talk to this scoundrel anymore.

If this continues, she's afraid she'll catch his lewd ideas and become a pervert with a head full of dirty thoughts...