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

"Tongtong will go to kindergarten to sleep after eating."

Tongtong hummed softly, drawing out the last syllable like a kitten bargaining: "Tongtong wants to sleep now."

Mo Ye didn't reply. He turned on the tap, soaked the towel, wrung it out, and then carefully wiped her face.

A warm towel was used to wipe her forehead down to her chin and back down to her forehead. Tongtong's little face was rosy from the wiping, like a clean apple.

Her eyes finally opened completely, staring at Mo Ye, her little mouth pouting, her voice muffled: "Daddy's bad."

Mo Ye hung the towel back up without arguing, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He squeezed the toothpaste onto her toothbrush and handed it to her.

Tongtong slowly took the toothbrush, put it in her mouth, and began to brush mechanically up and down, her movements as slow as a hibernating bear.

After brushing his teeth, Mo Ye took her hand and walked downstairs.

The millet porridge is ready. The grains have bloomed, the porridge is thick, and wisps of steam rise up, swirling in the morning light.

Tongtong was lifted onto a chair, and when she smelled that familiar, sweet aroma of rice, her eyes finally lit up completely, like two stars that had been lit up.

"It's delicious!" Her voice was sweet and bright.

Mo Ye looked into her bright, sparkling eyes and couldn't help but smile. Sure enough, food was this little girl's only true love.

She scooped up a spoonful of porridge with a small spoon, blew on it, and then "slurp" the porridge into her mouth. She squinted her eyes, her little face filled with satisfaction.

She chewed a couple of times, then suddenly looked up at herself, asking curiously, "Mommy and Daddy, aren't you up yet?"

Mo Ye also took a sip of porridge, swallowed it, and said in a steady voice, "Mom was tired from work last night, Dad will call her later."

Tongtong let out a soft "Aww," nodded like a little adult, and said with a hint of understanding in her voice, "Mommy's working overtime again tonight!"

Mo Ye's lips curled up slightly, but he didn't explain the meaning behind "overtime" and just hummed in agreement.

After Tongtong finished eating, she slid off the chair, ran to the coffee table with a "gurgling" sound, tiptoed to pull a tissue from the tissue box, carefully wiped her little mouth, and then threw the tissue into the trash can.

Mo Ye put the bowls and chopsticks in the kitchen, washed them, and put them away.

Mo Ye drove the cat-shaped electric car to take Tongtong to kindergarten. The morning breeze made Tongtong's little pigtails sway this way and that.

When they arrived at the kindergarten gate, Mo Ye carried her out of the car and led her to the teacher.

Tongtong obediently let go of her father's hand, waved her chubby little hand at the teacher, then looked back at Mo Ye and said in her childish voice, "Goodbye, Daddy," before turning around and following the teacher into the school gate.

Mo Ye stood at the door, watching his daughter's small figure disappear into the teaching building before turning around, getting on his bike, and leaving.

He Wanqing was still not awake.

Mo Ye walked into the bedroom. The person on the bed was still in the same position as before, curled up under the covers, with only a small section of fair calf and a round toe showing.

He stood by the bed for a while, then bent down and pulled up the blanket she had kicked to the foot of the bed, covering her shoulders.

Then he went into the kitchen, ladled out the remaining millet porridge from the pot, put it in the rice cooker, covered it, and set it to keep warm.

He thought for a moment, then took out his phone and sent He Wanqing a message: "Breakfast is keeping warm in the pot. Take it out and eat when you wake up. I'm going to the company."

After sending the message, he put his phone in his pocket, picked up his car keys, and headed to the garage.

He didn't drive the cat-shaped electric car, nor the Maserati, but instead drove He Wanqing's Audi A8, which was parked in a corner and covered with a thin layer of dust.

The key was inserted into the lock, turned, and the engine gave a deep roar, the lights on the instrument panel lit up one by one.

He drove out of the villa area and merged into the traffic.

When they arrived at the company building, Mo Ye parked his car in the underground garage and took the elevator to the tenth floor.

The corridor was quiet, with only the sound of his footsteps echoing in the empty stairwell.

Xiaoqian was carrying a stack of documents out of the break room when she looked up and saw Mo Ye coming out of the elevator. She quickly stopped and greeted him with a smile, "Mr. Mo."

Mo Ye smiled and waved his hand: "Just call me by my name."

He glanced at the documents in her hand. "Are these today's documents?"

Xiaoqian nodded, glancing behind him. "Where's President He?"

Mo Ye took the documents from her hand: "She's not feeling well, just give me the documents."

Xiaoqian opened her mouth, as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

She dared not speak carelessly; what if he whispered in the president's ear?

She nodded, handed him the documents, and said cautiously, "You can just tell Mr. He later."

Mo Ye took the document, nodded, pushed open the office door, and went inside.

He first dealt with the files on the computer.

The electronic version is the main part of the work, and this is the part that takes up the most of He Wanqing's time.

He sat down, turned on his computer, put his fingers on the keyboard, and began to work.

He moved as fast as the wind, the clattering sound echoing in the quiet office like fine raindrops falling on the glass.

When he gets into the zone, he's very focused, his brows are slightly furrowed, his eyes move quickly across the screen, he pauses occasionally to think, his fingers type a few lines on the keyboard, and then he continues.

Time passed by, second by second.

The clock on the wall ticks from eight o'clock to nine o'clock, and from nine o'clock to ten o'clock.

After finishing the last electronic document of the morning, he leaned back in his chair, rubbed his aching wrists, and let out a long sigh.

Then he picked up the paper document Xiaoqian had given him, opened it, reviewed it, signed it, closed it, and put it aside.

Inside the villa, He Wanqing finally showed signs of waking up. Her eyelids twitched, her eyelashes fluttered a few times, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

Before she could fully regain her senses, she instinctively patted the side of the bed, her hand landing on the empty sheets with a muffled thud.

She frowned, and continued groping around in a daze for a while, but her fingertips found nothing.

Her lips moved, uttering a soft, indistinct call: "Mo Ye~".

She thought Mo Ye had gone to make breakfast, so she turned over, pulled the blanket up to her chin, closed her eyes, and planned to stay in bed longer.

Anyway, Mo Ye will call her.

She felt like she had only dozed off for a short while. When she opened her eyes and picked up her phone, it was eleven o'clock.

She stared wide-eyed in disbelief, clutched her phone to her chest, paused for two seconds, then picked it up again for a second look.

The numbers on the screen were clearly visible: 11:03.

She scratched her hair, which stood on end like a startled cat.

Oh no, it's already 11 o'clock?

Where is Mo Ye?

She was so anxious that she paced back and forth, her little face full of grievance.

She opened her phone and saw the message from Mo Ye. Her heart immediately settled, like a stone that had been hanging in mid-air finally falling to the ground.

This scoundrel doesn't call himself.

She took a deep breath, got out of bed, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

I squeezed toothpaste onto my toothbrush, put it in my mouth, and slowly brushed my teeth, winking at myself in the mirror.

She was wearing a purple nightgown with a low neckline, and the skin on her collarbone and chest glowed softly under the light.

She looked at herself in the mirror from left to right, nodded in satisfaction, and thought, "I still look great..."