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

Then, before Tongtong could react, He Wanqing reached out and grabbed the back of her collar, lifting her off the bed.

Tongtong's short legs kicked twice in the air before He Wanqing lifted her outside the door.

He Wanqing put her in the corridor, said expressionlessly, "Go sleep with your grandma," and then slammed the door shut.

Tongtong stood in the hallway, paused for a second, then started banging on the door. Her chubby little hands pounded on the door with a loud "thump, thump," her voice urgent and crisp: "Mommy, you're so mean! You bad person!"

He Wanqing reopened the door, looked down at the puffed-up little dumpling, crossed her arms, and said in a cool voice, "Do you know what you did wrong?"

Tongtong pouted, her voice muffled and tinged with resentment: "You bad guy, bullying a child."

He Wanqing couldn't help but laugh when she saw her sulky little face.

Tongtong nudged her leg with her head, then crawled past her, climbed back onto the bed, picked up her phone, and began to accuse Mo Ye on the screen: "Daddy, do you know? Your daughter is being bullied!"

Mo Ye feigned a shocked expression, raising his voice several octaves: "Who bullied my daughter?"

Tongtong giggled, the gloom on her little face vanishing instantly: "Daddy, you have to help me get revenge!"

Mo Ye nodded: "Whoever bullies my daughter, I'll bully their daughter in return."

Tongtong's mind raced for a moment, then her little face was filled with confusion.

She tilted her head, her ahoge (a stray hair on her head) tilting slightly, and said in a voice tinged with uncertainty and caution, "Mom's daughter, isn't that me?"

She gave a pitiful "Mmm..." and then waved her chubby little hand, her voice carrying a hint of magnanimity:

"Garlic Bird, Daddy, please stop bullying her daughter."

Mo Ye suppressed a laugh, his face turning red, his voice trembling with a hint of suppressed laughter and tenderness:

"Once Daddy gets there, he can help Tongtong by spanking her, okay?"

Tongtong nodded vigorously, her little tufts swaying like foxtail grass. She made several "mmm" sounds, then stretched out her chubby little hand, pinched her thumb and forefinger together, and made the same gesture of pinching the back of her collar, saying in her childish voice, "You have to pinch the back of her collar!"

Mo Ye smiled: "Okay."

Tongtong opened her little mouth, wanting to continue babbling, but a hand took the phone away from her side.

Tongtong looked at her empty little chubby hands, her little body trembled, and she quickly looked up and saw her mother holding a mobile phone with the screen facing her, chatting with her father.

Tongtong quickly stood up, hopped a couple of times on the bed, and reached for her phone. "Mommy, I want to chat with Daddy!" she cried.

He Wanqing raised her phone a little higher and looked down at her: "Children shouldn't stay up late, go to sleep quickly."

Tongtong was unhappy. Her little mouth pouted, and her voice carried a hint of resentment and accusation: "No! I want to talk to Daddy!"

He Wanqing shook her head, her tone leaving no room for argument: "No, go to sleep now, or you won't be able to get up tomorrow morning. When Dad and Grandpa and Grandma come over, you'll still be fast asleep."

Tongtong sat up on the bed with a "plop," crossed her chubby little legs, hugged her chest with her arms, and her little face was tense.

He Wanqing ignored the little pufferfish and continued her long phone conversation with Mo Ye.

The two chatted for half an hour, from the things to prepare for tomorrow to the details of the wedding, and from the details of the wedding to their future life together.

He Wanqing's voice grew softer and softer.

Mo Ye leaned against the headboard, listening to her voice, a smile playing on his lips.

When the call ended, Tongtong was already asleep.

She had somehow loosened her chubby little arms from her chest and slumped onto the pillow, her mouth slightly open, her breathing long and even. The angry expression from before still lingered on her face, but her brows had completely relaxed.

He Wanqing helped her cover herself with the small blanket and tucked a corner of the blanket under her chin.

She turned off the light, plunging the room into a gentle darkness.

He Wanqing lay beside Tongtong, her eyes open.

In the darkness, her eyes shone with an alarming brightness, like two stars embedded in the night sky.

She rolled over, buried her face in the pillow, then rolled over again, looking up at the ceiling.

She was really looking forward to it, looking forward to tomorrow, and even more looking forward to the day she would marry Mo Ye.

She closed her eyes, and images of Mo Ye's face, his voice, and his smile appeared in her mind.

The corners of her mouth slowly turned up, curving into a gentle arc in the darkness.

She turned over, pulled the blanket up to her chin, and closed her eyes.

There's still a lot to do tomorrow.

The next morning, Mo Ye woke up early; the alarm clock didn't ring, he woke up on his own.

He tiptoed out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

I shaved, washed my face, and then quickly styled my hair with a hairdryer and hair wax.

He took out the suit he had bought yesterday from the closet, put it on, buttoned it up, changed into new leather shoes, looked at himself in the mirror, and straightened his collar and cuffs.

Seeing himself clean and refreshed in the mirror, he nodded in satisfaction and went downstairs.

Jiang Hui and Mo Chashan were born earlier than Mo Ye.

The two were already dressed neatly and sitting on the sofa in the living room. Jiang Hui was wearing a dress she had bought yesterday, and her hair was neatly styled. Mo Chashan was wearing a polo shirt and dark trousers, and his leather shoes were polished to a shine.

Jiang Hui saw Mo Ye come down the stairs, glanced at him from head to toe, and then nodded, her voice filled with satisfaction and relief: "Not bad, not bad, come and have breakfast."

Millet porridge, fried eggs, and two side dishes were already laid out on the table, still steaming hot.

After the three finished breakfast, they set off immediately.

The things I bought yesterday have been in the trunk of the car and I haven't taken them out, so I don't need to tidy them up and can just put them in the car.

Mo Ye started the car and had just driven out of the residential area when Jiang Hui suddenly slapped her thigh: "I forgot to buy chicken yesterday! Let's go to the market and buy two chickens first."

Mo Ye nodded, turned the steering wheel a little over, and drove towards the vegetable market.

They set off early, no rush. If they went too early, they might catch He Wanqing off guard.

After parking the car at the entrance of the market, Jiang Hui and Mo Chashan hurriedly got out to buy chicken.

Thirty-three flowers, wrapped in light pink paper and tied with a white ribbon, with fine water droplets on the petals.

He placed the flowers on the passenger seat, and their delicate fragrance immediately filled the entire car.

Jiang Hui and Mo Chashan soon returned carrying two live chickens, which were in a red plastic bag and were still clucking.

Jiang Hui put the chicken in the trunk, wiped her hands, and got into the car.

Mo Ye glanced at Jiang Hui in the rearview mirror and asked, "Mom, is everything ready? He doesn't understand these rules, so we have to do it your way."

Jiang Hui thought for a moment, a little uncertain, then turned to look at Mo Chashan, her voice carrying a hint of inquiry: "Brother Shan, are there any leftovers?"

Mo Chashan thought for a moment, then shook his head: "No, that's all."

Mo Ye and Jiang Hui nodded at the same time.

Mo Ye started the car, his voice tinged with nervousness: "Then I'll drive over."

The car drove to the outside of Jiang Shuya's villa area.

Mo Ye stopped the car, took out his phone, and sent He Wanqing a message: 【Are you ready?】

He Wanqing replied instantly: 【Everything's ready, just come over.】