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

Before Mo Ye could speak, Tongtong, nestled in Jiang Shuya's arms, started giggling. Her little face was full of smug satisfaction, as if she knew the inside story. Her voice was crisp and clear, like beans pouring from a bamboo tube.

"Mom gave Dad a haircut—it looks like the dog chewed his hair."

He Wanqing pursed her lips and looked away, pretending to look at the tree in the yard.

Mo Ye's lips twitched.

Jiang Shuya looked at Mo Ye, her voice filled with curiosity and anticipation: "Let me see how it is."

Mo Ye was silent for a moment, then reached out and took off his hat.

Jiang Shuya's gaze fell on his uneven, bumpy head. Her good upbringing caused the corner of her mouth to twitch slightly, but she didn't laugh.

She coughed, trying to make her voice sound normal: "I'm fine."

Looking at her expression, Mo Ye's lips curved into a smile with a hint of helplessness and resignation: "Auntie, if I hadn't seen your expression, I would have believed you."

He paused, put his hat back on, and pulled the brim down as low as possible. "We'll go get a haircut first, and you can take care of Tongtong."

Jiang Shuya nodded and pulled Tongtong closer to her: "You guys go ahead, Tongtong can stay here with me."

He Wanqing walked up to Tongtong, squatted down, and reached out to straighten Tongtong's little pigtails that He Wanning had pulled askew. Her voice was soft, with a hint of instruction: "Tongtong, be a good girl and stay with Grandma, okay?"

Tongtong touched her two little hands together, like two little penguins flapping their wings. Her little face was tense, and her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of reluctance:

"Tongtong will be good! Mom and Daddy, hurry back and pick Tongtong up!"

He Wanqing nodded, kissed her on the forehead, and then stood up.

Mo Ye waved to Tong Tong, and Tong Tong waved back.

The two people opened the car door, got in, and the car slowly drove out of the yard.

Mo Ye drove to his favorite barbershop.

Once a guy chooses a particular barbershop, it might be for life.

He had made many bad experiences before, trying countless hair salons. Although he wasn't particularly satisfied with this one either, it was better than the others. At least it didn't make him regret coming here every time he left the salon.

He parked the car on the side of the road, turned off the engine, and went inside.

The hairdresser was blow-drying a customer's hair when he heard the wind chimes on the door. He looked up, saw Mo Ye, smiled immediately, nodded at him, and said in a casual and familiar tone, "You've arrived?"

Mo Ye nodded and pulled up a chair to sit down.

The barber was a man in his thirties surnamed Lin, and everyone called him Brother Lin.

His skills are among the best in the area, and he's a straightforward person who won't try to sell you anything; he'll just tell you how to cut it.

Mo Ye and he were already quite familiar with each other; he was a regular customer.

After finishing blow-drying the customer's hair and seeing them off, Brother Lin turned around, wiping his hands as he walked over, asking casually, "The usual?"

Mo Ye touched the overly long bangs on his forehead: "Today might be a little different."

Brother Lin paused for a moment, his gaze falling on the hat on Mo Ye's head. He had been getting this hairstyle for three years and had never changed it. Every time he came in, he would just sit down in the chair, say "the usual," and then wait for him to finish cutting.

Today you actually said "different"?

His gaze moved from the hat to Mo Ye's face, then from Mo Ye's face to He Wanqing's face standing behind Mo Ye, and then back again.

Mo Ye reached out and took off his hat.

Looking at his uneven, jagged head, Brother Lin's eyes widened slightly, his lips twitched, and then he smiled, a smile that conveyed a sense of understanding.

He pointed at Mo Ye's head, his voice tinged with a mixture of doubt and teasing: "What's wrong with you...?"

Mo Ye turned his head to look at He Wanqing beside him, a helpless smile and a lot of doting on his lips, and said softly, "It's full of love. My lover cut it for me."

He Wanqing, standing behind him, pursed her lips, her ears turning slightly red, her gaze fixed on her toes.

Brother Lin glanced at He Wanqing, then at Mo Ye, gave a thumbs-up, and spoke in a sincere and hearty voice:

"Your sister-in-law is so beautiful, she's so lucky."

Mo Ye nodded, his voice gentle and frank: "Thank you. Could you see if you could give me a new hairstyle?"

The barber circled his head, gently brushing aside his uneven stubble with his fingers, then stopped: "You'll still look handsome with a buzz cut, this is a minor issue."

He paused, looked at Mo Ye in the mirror, and asked, "What kind do you like? How about a slightly split, differential-shaped cap?"

Mo Ye nodded, indicating that he was okay. The hairdresser gave an OK sign, his voice carrying a confident tone of "Leave it to me!"

Mo Ye suddenly turned his head and glanced at He Wanqing: "Wanqing, should I dye my hair?"

He Wanqing's eyes lit up. A scene suddenly flashed through her mind: the girls on the basketball court screaming at Mo Ye, the girl who said she wanted to be his mistress, the girl who said she wanted to have his babies.

Her eyes narrowed, and she immediately spoke, her voice quick and crisp: "Sure, how about dyeing it yellow?"

She thought to herself: "Won't this mean no girl will like him anymore? After all, most people would avoid someone with blond hair like the plague."

Mo Ye paused for a moment, looked into her eyes, and asked with a hint of uncertainty in his voice, "Are you sure you want me to dye my hair yellow?"

He Wanqing nodded. Mo Ye was silent for a moment, thought for a moment, and then asked, "Wouldn't it be inappropriate to go to the company looking like this?"

He Wanqing thought about it and realized that it made sense.

She thought for a moment, then asked, "What color do you want to dye it?"

Mo Ye thought for a moment and said, "Pencil dust, I guess."

He Wanqing pondered for a moment, then nodded.

Sure, anyway, once he dyes his hair, he won't be a well-behaved little boy anymore, and probably no one will like him. Girls will definitely have a bad first impression of him.

She thought to herself with delight, leaning back in her chair, a smile playing on her lips.

Brother Lin began mixing colors, applying color, heating, and cleaning, taking each step very seriously.

He Wanqing sat on the chair next to him, scrolling through her phone listlessly, occasionally glancing up at Mo Ye.

He had his eyes closed and his head wrapped in tin foil, like a roast chicken waiting to be taken out of the oven.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

More than two hours later, Mo Ye's hair was finally dyed.

The hairdresser rinsed him clean, dried him with a towel until he was half-dry, and then picked up a hairdryer, using his fingers to style him while blowing, creating a fluffy and natural look.

He put down the hairdryer, took a step back, examined Mo Ye in the mirror, and nodded in satisfaction: "All done."