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

After washing up, she went downstairs in her nightgown.

Anyway, it's all in the past, there's no point in dwelling on it.

He Wanqing rarely dwells on such meaningless things.

She went into the kitchen, opened the rice cooker, and found the millet porridge still warm, with a thin film of golden rice oil on the surface, and the aroma of rice wafting through the air.

She scooped out a bowl, carried it to the dining table, sat down, and sipped the porridge while making a video call to Mo Ye.

The call was answered quickly.

Mo Ye's face appeared on the screen, with the floor-to-ceiling windows of her office in the background. Sunlight streamed in from behind him, illuminating his entire body.

He looked at He Wanqing chewing porridge on the screen, a smile playing on his lips, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze in March: "Baby's awake."

He Wanqing swallowed the porridge in her mouth, her cheeks still puffed out, her voice carrying a hint of complaint, a hint of coquetry, and a hint of languor from just waking up:

Why didn't you wake me up?

Mo Ye put down his pen, leaned back in his chair, clasped his hands behind his head, and looked tenderly at the little woman with puffed-out cheeks on the screen.

His voice was very soft, as if he were afraid of disturbing something: "I saw you were tired, so I let you rest a little longer. I can't bear to see you working so hard; it would break my heart."

He Wanqing felt a warmth in her heart, as if a warm cotton ball had been stuffed into her chest.

But she still pouted, her voice muffled and tinged with stubbornness: "But I have to work."

Mo Ye picked up the pen, twirled it between her fingers, and smiled with a hint of self-righteousness in her voice: "Don't you have your husband, me?"

He Wanqing put the spoon into the bowl, held the bowl with both hands, and sipped the porridge slowly, the sound coming from the rim of the bowl, muffled:

"I need to earn money to support the family, you just need to be beautiful..." She paused, then changed her words, "I need to be as beautiful as a flower."

Mo Ye looked at her, and the smile on his lips widened.

His voice lowered, tinged with a mischievous chuckle: "I'll be in charge of growing the flowers, watering them, and nourishing them?"

He Wanqing's face flushed red instantly, from her ears to her neck, like a flower that had been roasted by fire.

She bit her lip, then nodded, her chin slightly raised, like a kitten that had been praised.

Mo Ye leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head, looking at her with a smile, his voice tinged with teasing: "Is this what a domineering CEO is like? Am I going to become the domineering CEO's pampered husband?"

He Wanqing patted her chest, and the neckline of her nightgown swayed gently with her movements, creating a wave-like effect.

She raised her chin even higher, her voice carrying a queen-like arrogance: "I'll take care of you."

Mo Ye's gaze fell on the wave, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

His voice lowered, becoming slightly hoarse: "Isn't my sister wearing a bra?"

He Wanqing glanced down at her neckline, then looked up and glared at him, her eyes filled with both reproach and annoyance, but because of the blush on her face, they held no intimidation whatsoever: "What do you want?"

Mo Ye said in a serious tone, his voice as earnest as if he were giving a biology lesson: "Lift up your clothes and let me see."

He Wanqing's lips twitched, her eyes darted around, a sly glint flashing in them, and her voice carried a hint of provocation: "Then lift up your shirt and show me your abs."

Without saying a word, Mo Ye stood up, took off his shirt, revealing a lean chest and well-defined abdominal muscles. He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, clean lines, and clearly defined abdominal muscles.

He Wanqing stared intently at the screen, as if frozen in place by something.

Her lips parted slightly, and her breathing became lighter.

She swallowed hard, then picked up a tissue to wipe her mouth, her voice soft and unconsciously gentle: "So beautiful."

He seduced her early in the morning, and her legs unconsciously rubbed together under the dining table. She felt as if something was awakening inside her, itchy and warm, like something quietly sprouting in the spring soil.

Mo Ye sat down, tapped the screen with her finger, and smiled mischievously, "Sister, it's your turn."

He Wanqing looked at him mischievously, her large, watery eyes filled with cunning: "You want to see? No."

Mo Ye stared at the woman on the screen, who was smiling like a little fox, and paused for a moment: "You're cheating."

He Wanqing spread her hands, looking at him with an innocent expression that made one want to punch her: "I didn't say I'd show it to you just because you said so."

Mo Ye opened his mouth, then closed it again.

It seems that this is indeed the case.

He couldn't help but laugh when he saw her smug expression.

He Wanqing checked the time, put down her bowl, picked up her phone, looked intently at him on the screen, and said gently, "Come home for lunch, I'll cook for you. It might take a little after one o'clock to finish."

Mo Ye felt a warmth in his heart, nodded, and said with a hint of anticipation in his voice, "Okay, I'm in for a treat."

He Wanqing waved to the camera, her voice tinged with reluctance: "Bye-bye, see you at noon."

Mo Ye waved to her and said, "See you at noon."

The video is down.

He Wanqing placed her phone face down on the table, leaned back in her chair, and let out a long sigh.

Then she felt itchy all over, as if countless ants were crawling on her skin.

It seems like my skin hunger has flared up again.

She longed for Mo Ye to hug her, kiss her, and lift her up high.

It seems that after she got together with him, these symptoms didn't flare up for a long time.

It's all Mo Ye's fault for showing me his abs and seducing me.

She wrinkled her little nose and firmly placed the blame on Mo Ye's head.

He Wanqing picked up her phone, opened the fresh food delivery app, and started ordering.

Three dishes and a soup should be enough.

She chose a mandarin fish and prepared to steam it.

I also bought a duck and a bunch of green vegetables.

The ingredients arrived quickly.

He Wanqing opened the box; the duck and fish had already been killed, and the duck meat had been chopped into pieces and neatly arranged in the food storage container.

Why is the service so good?

The answer is money power.

She took out the fish and duck meat and rinsed them clean with water.

She put on an apron, tied her hair up, and fastened her belt.

She planned to steam the fish, boil half of the duck meat in soup and braise the other half, and stir-fry some greens.

perfect.

She said she would do it, and she did it right away.

The water in the steamer boiled, so she put the fish in and put the lid on.

Heat a wok, add oil, sauté ginger slices until fragrant, then add the duck meat and stir-fry until the surface is slightly yellow. Add cooking wine, soy sauce, rock sugar, and star anise. Add water to cover the duck meat, cover the wok, and simmer over low heat.

In another pot, soup was bubbling away, the aroma of duck meat mingling with the fragrance of herbs filling the kitchen.

She picked out the greens, washed them, and drained them.

When the clock on the wall struck 12:50, Mo Ye pushed open the door.

The kitchen light was on, and the hum of the range hood mingled with the clinking of the spatula against the edge of the pot.

He Wanqing stood with her back to him in front of the stove, the straps of her apron tied into a pretty bow at her waist, her high ponytail swaying gently with her movements.

Mo Ye leaned against the kitchen doorframe, hands in his pockets, watching her retreating figure, a slow smile spreading across his lips...