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

These days, there are plenty of handsome men and successful men, but young men who are willing to put on an apron and cook for their families are truly rare.

That alone is enough to earn her a high score.

"Hey, don't be nervous, don't be nervous," Jiang Shuya quickly waved her hand, her smile becoming even warmer and her voice softening. "Auntie won't eat you, relax. Is Tongtong sleeping?"

As she spoke, she walked in naturally, closing the door behind her with a fluid motion, as if she were returning to her own home.

"Yes, yes, Tongtong is tired from playing this afternoon and is taking a nap." Mo Ye quickly replied, trying to appear natural, but his body was still a little stiff.

Jiang Shuya noticed his unease and found it amusing; this young man was quite innocent.

She decided to take the initiative and break the deadlock.

She placed the exquisite handbag on the entryway cabinet, took out a dark blue velvet watch box from it, turned around and grabbed Mo Ye's hand that wasn't holding the spatula, and without saying a word, shoved the watch box into his hand.

"Come, come, this is our first time meeting. I didn't know what you liked, so I just bought a little gift. Please don't mind."

Mo Ye glanced down at the familiar logo and style on the watch box, and his eyelids twitched—a Rolex Submariner Green. This was no "casual" "little gift"; it would cost at least several hundred thousand.

He felt like he was holding a hot potato and quickly refused, saying, "Auntie, this is too valuable, I can't accept it..."

"What?" Jiang Shuya immediately put on a stern face, feigning displeasure. "You look down on the gift your aunt gave you?"

"No, no!" Mo Ye quickly shook his head, the words of explanation on the tip of his tongue, but he felt that no matter how he said them, they would not be appropriate.

"Then take it!" Jiang Shuya's tone left no room for argument, but then softened, with a hint of regret, "I came in a hurry today and didn't prepare anything nice. Auntie will bring you something better next time."

Mo Ye: "..." Isn't this good enough? He weighed the watch box in his hand and felt that it was a bit heavy.

"Is Tongtong really sleeping? Then I'll keep my voice down." Jiang Shuya successfully changed the subject and eased Mo Ye's embarrassment at receiving the gift.

She peeked into the children's room and whispered, "Are they cooking? It smells so good."

"Yes, I'm making dinner." Mo Ye carefully placed the watch box aside and returned his attention to the kitchen.

"Do you need any help? Auntie's cooking skills are pretty good; I often cook at home." Jiang Shuya said, rolling up her sleeves. She genuinely enjoys cooking and thinks it's a good way to build rapport.

"No need, no need, Auntie, you're a guest, how can I let you do it? I can do it, it'll be done in no time." Mo Ye quickly stopped her.

Jiang Shuya, however, put her hands on her hips, tilted her head slightly, and looked at Mo Ye with a knowing and mischievous smile on her face, without saying a word.

Mo Ye felt uneasy under her gaze, and sweat began to bead on his back again: "Auntie... is there something you need?"

"I was thinking," Jiang Shuya said slowly, her tone somewhat persuasive, "that you and our Wanqing have already gotten your marriage certificate, right? Legally, you are a married couple."

Mo Ye, puzzled, nodded: "Yes..."

"Then logically speaking," Jiang Shuya's smile deepened, her eyes curving into crescents, "shouldn't you start calling me 'Mom' now?"

Mo Ye's breath hitched.

"This, this..." The tips of his ears turned red at a visible speed. Although it was true, the term "Mom"... was too unfamiliar to him, yet too intimate.

His relationship with He Wanqing hasn't reached that stage yet.

Jiang Shuya noticed his embarrassment and, seeing that things were going well, stopped pressing him and instead spoke in a more relaxed tone:

"Even if I'm not used to calling him 'Mom' yet, isn't it perfectly natural and reasonable for me, as his mother, to help him with something, like cooking a meal?"

Now that things have come to this point, it would seem pretentious for Mo Ye to refuse again.

He could only nod and step aside, saying, "Well... thank you for your trouble, Auntie. You can wash the vegetables over there for me."

"That's more like it!" Jiang Shuya smiled with satisfaction, quickly found a spare apron, tied it on, and began to skillfully wash the vegetables.

Amidst the rushing water, she casually started a chat.

"Xiao Mo, Wanqing told me you're still in school?"

"Yes, Auntie, I'm a senior at S University."

Jiang Shuya paused in washing the vegetables. Tongtong, only a senior in college... she almost gasped, but quickly suppressed it, coughing lightly to cover it up, then muttered under her breath:

"That girl Wanqing... other people's children are still in college, and she still has the heart to do it..." Her tone was full of subtle disdain, as if she thought, "My own daughter is a pig who actively tries to take advantage of others."

Mo Ye was frying a tomahawk steak, and amidst the sizzling sound of the oil, he could vaguely hear it, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

Auntie, things aren't as you think... but he couldn't explain.

"What did you study?" Jiang Shuya continued to ask, her tone returning to normal.

"Computer," Mo Ye replied while flipping the steak.

"Computer?" Jiang Shuya repeated, as if a switch in her mind had been turned on with a "click".

Mo Ye... Computer Science... S University...

She slapped her forehead suddenly, realizing what had happened!

She said, "Why does this name sound so familiar?"

Isn't this the name that Lao Zhou has been repeating at home no less than eight hundred times in the past six months?!

I'm so tired of hearing things like "genius boy," "once-in-a-century technical talent," "if only we could poach him from the company," and "too bad that kid's ambitions lie elsewhere"...

It turns out that the "other people's child" that Lao Zhou was always thinking about had already been "dragged" into his own family by his daughter and had even become his son-in-law!

This was a lot of information, and Jiang Shuya couldn't control her expression for a moment; her eyes became quite interesting.

"Auntie, what's wrong? Is it because of the cooking fumes?" Mo Ye noticed her unusual behavior and asked with concern.

"N-nothing!" Jiang Shuya quickly waved her hand, adjusting her expression, but she was secretly overjoyed.

My family reunion won't be long...hehe!

She casually mentioned, "By the way, Xiao Mo, this afternoon... I received some 'supplementary materials' on my phone about that bad teacher. Did you send them?"

Mo Ye's heart skipped a beat, and he slowed down his movements while frying the steak.

He didn't expect Jiang Shuya to guess so quickly, and he was even less sure what her attitude was towards it.

Using her status and influence to punish Zhou Xuechong, although it was to avenge Tongtong, still had the air of taking advantage of someone else's power.

"Auntie, I..." He hesitated, wanting to explain but not knowing where to begin.

Seeing his reaction, Jiang Shuya immediately realized it.

Far from being angry, she admired the young man even more...