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

He Wanqing looked down at her nightgown, then looked up at him, nodded, and strode quickly up to the second floor.

Her steps were quick and hurried, like a gust of wind.

Mo Ye stood downstairs, listening to her heavy footsteps, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

A dozen minutes later, He Wanqing, dressed in her work clothes, came down the stairs.

A white shirt was tucked into a black pencil skirt, with a thin leather belt around the waist. Her hair was styled in an updo, revealing the back of her fair neck.

She was now capable, aloof, and elegant, a stark contrast to the coquettish woman in her nightgown she had been moments before.

She walked up to Mo Ye, straightened his collar, then took his hand, their fingers intertwined, and said in a light voice, "Let's go!"

Mo Ye nodded, took her hand in return, and the two walked out the door together.

The car drove into the company's underground parking garage. Mo Ye parked the car, turned off the engine, and the two of them took the elevator upstairs.

Entering the office, Mo Ye glanced at the stack of documents on the desk that were already mostly processed, then looked at the computer screen and estimated the remaining workload: "The two of us should be able to finish this in an hour."

He Wanqing sat down in her chair, opened the file, and suddenly sighed, her tone carrying a hint of playful, self-deprecating laughter: "This shift is great, I only have to work one hour a day."

Mo Ye tilted his head to look at her, a mischievous smile playing on his lips: "Aren't you a workaholic?"

He Wanqing's delicate nose twitched, like a kitten being tickled, her voice carrying a hint of self-righteous coquettishness:

"Before you existed, I was already here. Now that I have you, I just want to indulge in your beauty."

Mo Ye looked at her, his eyes filled with a hint of surprise, a hint of understanding, and a hint of inexplicable joy.

Is this still the Wanqing he knows?

Did she really say such a thing?

He felt a sense of unfamiliarity, but that unfamiliarity made his heart race, as if he had discovered a completely new, never-before-seen room within her.

"Shall we get some lovemaking tonight?" His voice lowered, carrying a hint of tentative, expectant laughter.

He Wanqing's face flushed red instantly, the blush spreading from her cheeks to her ears and then to her neck, like a peach blossom being blown open by the spring breeze.

She realized what she had just said, but the words were already out and couldn't be taken back.

She bit her lip; two little voices were fighting inside her.

The rational little man thought, "How shameful, how shameful!"

The sentimental little person thinks, "He's my husband anyway, what's there to be embarrassed about?"

In the end, the sentimental person won.

She nodded, very lightly, but she definitely nodded.

Mo Ye looked at her and nodded, then paused for a moment.

This was something he hadn't expected.

Wanqing is usually quite shy and seems to be a little timid about these kinds of things. Why is she so bold today?

His gaze swept across her face, as if searching for an answer.

He Wanqing felt uncomfortable under his gaze. She brushed a strand of hair that had fallen to the side of her face and tucked it behind her ear. Her voice carried a hint of evasive guilt and a feigned calmness with a fierce tone:

"What are you doing? Why are you staring at me?"

Mo Ye smiled, a smile that carried a genuine and undisguised fondness: "You look especially beautiful today."

He Wanqing's lips curled up slightly, but she quickly stopped herself and said with a straight face, "Lying is not the mark of a good child."

Mo Ye looked at her, his gaze gentle yet earnest. His lips parted slightly, and he uttered a single word, soft but clear: "Mom?"

He Wanqing's face instantly turned bright red, from her forehead to her neck, like a boiled shrimp.

She quickly reached out and covered his mouth, her voice both urgent and embarrassed, rising several octaves: "What...what are you yelling about!"

Mo Ye pulled her hand away, took it in his own, and gently stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, a slightly innocent smile on his lips: "Didn't you say that lying isn't good behavior?"

He Wanqing's ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and her voice was muffled, as if it were being squeezed out from between her teeth: "You... you're shouting tonight."

Mo Ye leaned closer to her, his lips almost touching her earlobe, his warm breath brushing against her skin. His voice was low and soft, with a hint of mischievous laughter: "Oh right, I forgot, my darling likes to sneak around."

He Wanqing glared at him, her eyes a mixture of shame and anger, for the alluring glint in her gaze was like a soft, alluring hook, tempting and tantalizing.

"What do you mean I like to do things secretly? Such embarrassing things should be kept hidden from others. If other people knew about our intimate moments as husband and wife, how could I face anyone? You're the one who likes to do things secretly."

Mo Ye grinned mischievously, his voice tinged with a triumphant, smug satisfaction: "Isn't this to save face for my darling? You're a bit too sensitive."

He Wanqing's lips twitched, her voice cool: "What if I have thick skin?"

Mo Ye pointed to the floor-to-ceiling window, which faced the city sky. Sunlight streamed through the glass, illuminating the entire office.

He began, "Then next time we'll go there..."

He Wanqing's eyes widened instantly, like two startled grapes. Her voice rose several octaves, carrying a hint of disbelief and embarrassment:

"You! Pervert!"

He thought to himself, "What if they see me?"

Mo Ye leaned back in his chair, his hands behind his head, his expression as calm as if he were saying something perfectly normal: "It's not like I've only been a womanizer for a day or two."

He Wanqing opened her mouth, then closed it again.

She took a deep breath, raised her chin slightly, and said in a voice that carried a hint of queenly arrogance and possessiveness: "You can only be lustful towards me."

Mo Ye nodded matter-of-factly, his expression saying, "Isn't that obvious?" "What else?"

Then He Wanqing felt a warm hand cover her thigh.

She looked down and saw Mo Ye's hand on her thigh, his fingertips slowly tracing circles on her smooth skin.

She reached out and slapped the back of his hand, her voice both urgent and shy: "Take it away."

The hand didn't move away; instead, it intensified its actions, moving upwards and gently pinching the skin as if kneading a soft dough.

He Wanqing quickly grabbed his wrist. His fingers were still reaching forward, and if he didn't stop, they would reach into places they shouldn't.

Her voice was urgent and shy, with a hint of pleading at the end: "We still have a date to go on, let's finish our work quickly."

Upon hearing the word "date," Mo Ye reluctantly withdrew his hand.

He took a deep breath and refocused his attention on the screen.

The main reason was that He Wanqing's long legs were so alluring, like two magnets, and his gaze was always irresistibly drawn to them.

An hour later, He Wanqing closed the last document, leaned back in her chair, and stretched out a big yawn.

Her arms were raised above her head, her body taut like a drawn bow, then slowly relaxing, revealing her alluring curves beneath her white shirt, like a flowing landscape painting.

She let out a long breath, her voice filled with a sense of relief and joy: "It's all done. Wait for me, I'll go pack up and we'll leave soon."

Mo Ye leaned back in his chair, his hands behind his head, looking at her with a smile on his lips: "I'll wait for you."