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

Mo Ye looked down at her: "Tongtong, aren't you going to eat anything else that's good to eat?"

Tongtong's ahoge (cowlick) swayed like a foxtail grass swaying in the wind. She thought for a moment, then softened her voice: "Tongtong wants to eat other delicious things!"

Jiang Shuya immediately spoke up, her voice filled with doting affection: "Tongtong, order whatever you want!"

As she spoke, she was about to push the menu in front of Tongtong.

He Wanqing put down her chopsticks, her voice soft but firm: "Mom, don't spoil her too much."

Jiang Shuya pouted and retorted confidently, "I've only spent a few days with her! And you're already interfering with your mother's feelings!"

He Wanqing choked for a moment, opened her mouth, then closed it again.

Jiang Shuya walked over, flipped the menu to the picture page, and placed it in Tongtong's arms.

Tongtong gripped the menu with her two chubby little hands, flipped through a couple of pages, and rubbed two pictures that she thought looked nice.

Then, she glanced at her mother furtively and, finding that her mother didn't seem to be looking at her, whispered to Jiang Shuya, "Grandma, Tongtong's ready!"

Jiang Shuya looked down, frowned slightly, and her voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction:

"Why did you only order two? Tongtong, don't be afraid of your mother, Grandma is here."

Tongtong shook her head, her little face full of seriousness, her voice soft and sweet: "We can't finish ordering too much~"

Jiang Shuya was taken aback for a moment, then reached out and touched her little head, her eyes full of love and relief: "Tongtong is so sensible."

The dishes were served one by one.

Steamed grouper, stir-fried sea cucumber with scallions, steamed Boston lobster with garlic and vermicelli, braised abalone, salt and pepper mantis shrimp, matsutake mushroom and chicken soup, crab roe tofu, and two other dishes that Tongtong ordered: fried chicken leg and a small cake.

The table was overflowing with food; there wasn't enough room to put everything on it. Plates were stacked on top of each other.

Shen Qing and Wang Jie looked at the table of dishes and simultaneously swallowed hard.

Is this the world of the rich?

This meal probably cost several tens of thousands of dollars, right?

When did money become so worthless?

Jiang Shuya looked at everyone and greeted them with a smile, "Everyone, hurry up and eat."

Whenever Tongtong took a fancy to a dish, she would start tugging at Mo Ye's clothes, her chubby little hands gripping his sleeves while she kept making noise.

Mo Ye picked up dishes for her one by one, and as soon as he finished one, another dish came. His chopsticks were almost constantly in use.

The little girl just loves to eat; she's incredibly enthusiastic about eating dry rice.

After a while, Tongtong finally stopped.

She touched her chubby little belly, which was round and plump, like a small ball.

She let out a small hiccup, quickly covered her mouth with her little hand, and darted around with her big eyes. Only when she realized no one was paying attention to her did she breathe a sigh of relief.

Mo Ye looked down at her and asked softly, "Are you full?"

Tongtong's eyes were still fixed on the plate of unfinished cakes on the table. Her voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of reluctance: "Actually, Tongtong could eat a little more."

He Wanqing put down her chopsticks, looked at her, and said firmly, "Tongtong, don't eat too much, or your stomach will feel uncomfortable later."

Tongtong lowered her head, poked her tummy with her index finger, her little face full of accusation, and said in a childish voice, "It's all your fault, you're too small~" Everyone couldn't help but laugh at her little appearance.

After finishing their meal, everyone stood up one by one, packed their things, and prepared to say goodbye.

Shen Qing stood at the hotel entrance, holding the bouquet of white roses given to her by Qin Yue.

Wang Jie patted him on the shoulder and said, "I'm leaving." Only then did he come to his senses and wave to Mo Ye.

Pang Siyi and Su Qianyue waved to Mo Ye and said, "Let's meet up next time."

Jiang Hui and Mo Chashan stood next to Jiang Shuya, the three of them chatting about something. Jiang Hui was laughing so hard her eyes were almost closed.

Jiang Shuya opened the car door and turned to look at He Wanqing: "Wanqing, come home with me."

He Wanqing paused for a moment, blinked, and said with a hint of confusion in her voice, "Mo Ye and I can go back."

Jiang Shuya rolled her eyes at her, her gaze filled with a mixture of helplessness and reproach:

"Mo Ye and his family came to propose marriage tonight. How could you stay with them? According to the rules, you should have stayed home last night, but since it was a last-minute decision, there weren't so many rules."

He Wanqing felt it was a bit rushed.

She glanced at Mo Ye, who was holding Tongtong, then at Jiang Hui and Mo Chashan standing to the side. Her lips moved slightly before she spoke softly, "How about tomorrow? Today is too rushed."

She didn't want Mo Ye and his uncles and aunts to be so busy, like spinning tops, rushing from school to the mall, from the mall back home, and then to her house, without even having time to sit down and have a drink of water.

Jiang Hui nodded, her gaze lingering on He Wanqing's face for a moment:

"Shuya, let's do it Wanqing's way. After all, this is a once-in-a-lifetime event, so let's follow the rules. There's no rush."

Jiang Shuya pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, that's fine too, it gives me time to prepare."

Mo Ye carried Tongtong and walked up to He Wanqing.

He looked down at the soft little thing in his arms, reached out and pinched her little cheek, his voice as gentle as if he were coaxing a child who wouldn't go to sleep:

"Tongtong, you're going back to Grandma's house with Mom tonight."

Tongtong bleated, her little face filled with confusion and unease: "Mommy and Daddy are going to separate? I don't want to!"

She began to wriggle wildly, like a little eel whose tail had been caught, twisting and turning in Mo Ye's arms. Her little face turned bright red, and tears streamed down her face, one by one, like pearls from a broken string.

The elders were heartbroken.

Jiang Hui quickly came over, reached out to hug Tongtong, and coaxed her, "Oh, Grandma's baby, don't cry, don't cry."

Tongtong twisted even more violently, her little legs kicking wildly in the air, her chubby little hands tightly gripping Mo Ye's collar.

Mo Ye didn't hand Tongtong over, but instead hugged her tightly and gently patted her back, one pat at a time, very slowly.

His voice was low: "Dad and Mom are not separated. When Mom becomes a bride, Dad will go and marry her."

Tongtong's tears stopped instantly, though tears still clung to her big eyes. Her little mouth pouted, and she asked in a childish voice, "Is it the kind with a white dress?"

Mo Ye nodded, gently wiping away the tears on her face with his thumb, and said softly, "Yes, how about Tongtong is the flower girl?"

Tongtong's eyes lit up, like two black grapes washed by rain, and her voice was crisp and bright: "Okay, okay! When do we start?"

Mo Ye smiled and pinched her cheek: "There are several steps to marrying a bride. Tomorrow is the first step."

Tongtong found it very interesting and peeked her little head out from Moye's arms, her voice sweet and soft: "Then Tongtong, wait for Daddy to come and pick up Tongtong and Mommy!"

Mo Ye pinched her little nose and promised, "Okay, Tongtong, just wait for Daddy."

He Wanqing took Tongtong from Mo Ye's arms. The little girl hugged her mother's neck, waved her chubby little hand at Mo Ye, and said in a soft voice, "Daddy remembers~".