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

There was a colorful summer cart by the roadside, with brightly colored ice cream scoops of red, green, yellow, and purple neatly arranged in a transparent freezer.

A young woman with a ponytail, wearing a white apron, was wiping the glass door of the freezer next to the cart.

Tongtong ran over with a "da da da" sound, tiptoed, grabbed the edge of the stroller with her two chubby little hands, and her little face was full of anticipation.

The young woman looked down, saw her, smiled, and her eyes curved into crescent moons: "Little friend, it's you?"

Tongtong nodded her little head vigorously, her little pigtails swaying as she said, "Tongtong came to buy ice cream today!"

The young lady asked with a smile, "What flavor would the little one like to eat?"

Tongtong sucked her finger, her gaze sweeping over the colorful scoops of ice cream, then she waved her little hand: "Can I have one of every flavor?"

The young woman was amused by her cute appearance and nodded: "Okay, I'll dig for you now, baby."

She picked up a spoon, scooped out several scoops of different colored ice cream from the freezer, put them in a paper bowl, stuck a small paper umbrella in it, and handed it over.

Tongtong carefully took it, as if holding a precious treasure, then looked up at her with a sweet smile: "Thank you, beautiful sister."

Mo Ye took out his phone to pay.

The young woman waved her hand, her smile sincere and warm: "No need, no need, I already said I'd treat the kids."

Mo Ye put his phone away, nodded, and said gently, "Then we'll patronize your business next time."

The young woman nodded, bent down to look at Tongtong, and said gently, "See you next time, little one."

He Wanqing nodded to her and said softly, "Thank you."

The young woman quickly waved her hand, her smile widening: "You're welcome."

Mo Ye held Tongtong's hand, with He Wanqing following beside them, and the family of three walked towards the car.

Tongtong held the ice cream bowl in one hand and waved to the older girl with the other, her chubby little hand drawing circles in the air: "Goodbye, sister~"

The young lady waved back at her.

After the three people walked away, the electronic speaker on the cart made a sound—"Ding, Fetion payment received, one hundred yuan."

The young woman paused for a moment, then looked up at the black Maserati that was gradually disappearing into the distance. Its taillights flashed briefly in the sunset before it turned the corner and disappeared from sight.

She glanced down at the payment record, then at the direction the child had disappeared in. A slow smile crept onto her lips. She shook her head, said nothing, and continued wiping her freezer.

Tongtong sat in the back seat of the child seat, her two short legs swinging back and forth, her little tongue licking the ice cream ball again and again, like a hardworking little bee collecting honey.

Her gaze fell on the two bunches of roses huddled together in the back seat, one pink and one purple, their petals gleaming softly in the setting sun.

She swallowed the ice cream in her mouth, tilted her little head back, and asked in a childish voice, "Mommy, did Daddy give you the flower tag?"

He Wanqing turned her head from the passenger seat, nodded, a gentle smile on her lips, and said softly, "It was a gift from my father."

Tongtong let out a "woof," her little face showing no jealousy or envy, only a knowing "I knew it" kind of understanding.

Looking at her daughter's calm expression, He Wanqing thought she would say something like "Tongtong wants some too."

She waited and waited, but nothing came.

Tongtong's voice rang out again, this time with a detective's scrutiny, like a little detective analyzing a case: "Did Mom and Dad go out to play behind Tongtong's back? Otherwise, why did they buy flowers?"

Mo Ye tightened his grip on the steering wheel slightly.

He Wanqing's expression froze for a moment.

Both of them felt a thin layer of sweat seeping out on their backs, as if someone were looking at them with a magnifying glass.

Is this little brat the Grim Reaper elementary school student?

So smart?

If this continues, it won't be like a three-year-old anymore.

Mo Ye took a deep breath, his expression returning to calm: "Dad bought flowers for Mom first, then went to find her."

Tongtong pressed on, her little face showing a serious expression that said, "I haven't finished asking yet": "Why did you buy two bouquets for Mommy? You should have only bought one."

He Wanqing's mind raced for a moment, and she took over the conversation, saying calmly, "At first, your father bought me a pink one, but I didn't like it, so he bought me a purple one instead."

Tongtong clapped her chubby little hands in the air, the sound as crisp as a slap, and a look of smug satisfaction and relief spread across her face: "I knew it was like that, now I know why!"

Mo Ye and He Wanqing both breathed a long sigh of relief.

Are kids these days so hard to fool?

The two exchanged a glance, a glance filled with relief at surviving a disaster, a tacit understanding, and a touch of smugness at having fooled the child.

The car slowly drove into the mall's parking lot, its tires making a dull thud as they rolled over the speed bumps.

Tongtong pressed her face against the car window, looking at the brightly lit mall entrance outside. The light in her eyes was even brighter than the mall lights.

She turned her head, a hint of confusion on her little face, and asked in her childish voice, "Daddy, am I not playing badminton today?"

Mo Ye parked the car, turned off the engine, unbuckled his seatbelt, and turned around to lift her out of the child seat in the back.

The little girl wrapped her arms around his neck like a koala.

As he walked out, he said, "Your Aunt Qianyue is busy today."

Tongtong let out a soft "Aww," tilted her head, and her ahoge (cowlick) swayed: "Like this?"

Mo Ye nodded, picked her up and walked into the mall, with He Wanqing following beside him.

"What does Tongtong want to eat?" Mo Ye turned his head to look at his daughter in his arms.

When Tongtong heard the word "eat," the single tuft of hair on her head immediately started swaying like a foxtail grass being blown by the wind.

She poked her chin with her index finger, her eyes darting around as she seriously considered this question about happiness in life, pouting and saying, "Tongtong, think about it~"

Mo Ye smiled, then turned to look at He Wanqing, his voice lowering to a soft, affectionate tone: "Baby, what do you want to eat?"

He Wanqing's ears twitched slightly, like a rabbit being blown by the wind.

She looked up at Tongtong nestled in Mo Ye's arms, the meaning clear—Tongtong was there.

Mo Ye understood her gaze, but didn't hold back. Instead, he looked at Tongtong openly and naturally, his voice gentle and matter-of-fact: "Isn't Mommy Daddy and Tongtong's baby?"

Tongtong made a "Mmm" sound, tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded her little head vigorously, her little pigtails swaying, and her voice was sweet and bright: "Yes! Mommy is Tongtong's baby!"

He Wanqing reached out and poked her little head, the force neither too light nor too heavy, like flicking a round glutinous rice ball, her voice carrying a hint of helpless laughter: "You little rascal, you're still taking advantage of your mother."