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

Tongtong, with her short legs, tried to follow along, making "gurgling" sounds, wanting to see her father spank her mother's bottom.

As soon as she stepped onto the two steps, Jiang Hui reached out and picked her up from the stairs, holding her in her arms: "Tongtong, stay with Grandma for a while."

Tongtong squirmed in her arms and protested in her childish voice, "I want to stay with Mommy and Daddy!"

Jiang Hui looked down at her and said with a smile, "Grandma will take you to eat something delicious."

Tongtong's big eyes lit up instantly, her voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation: "Is it delicious?"

Jiang Hui nodded.

Tongtong glanced at the stairwell, then at Jiang Hui, hesitated for a second between "watching Daddy spank Mommy" and "going to eat something delicious," and then decisively chose the latter.

She nodded and added in her childish voice, "Tongtong wants to go to the amusement park too!"

Mo Chashan chuckled at his granddaughter's smug and overly eager expression, nodding quickly and saying with doting and indulgent tone, "Alright, alright, Grandpa will take you."

Mo Chashan glanced at the stairwell and raised his voice to shout upwards, "Hey kid, I'm taking Tongtong to the amusement park in your car!"

Mo Ye poked his head out from upstairs: "Dad, you can just take the key."

Mo Chashan took the key from the hook in the entryway and led Jiang Hui and Tongtong out the door.

As soon as He Wanqing went upstairs to the second floor, she pinned Mo Ye down on the sofa.

She braced herself on either side of him, her hair falling down to his face, the ends gently brushing his cheeks.

She looked into his eyes, those usually cool eyes that were now bright, reflecting his image, his very likeness.

Her voice was soft and gentle, tinged with a hint of grievance and longing: "Do you know how much I miss you?"

Mo Ye reached out and pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist and drawing her into his embrace: "I missed you too."

He Wanqing raised her head, looked into his eyes, and said with a hint of resentment and helplessness in her voice, "I'm going back to stay tonight."

She felt wronged just thinking about it, and her little mouth unconsciously pouted, "I want to sleep while holding you."

Mo Ye gently rubbed her head, his fingers slowly combing through her hair, and said in a tender voice, "We can sleep together tomorrow."

He Wanqing buried her head back in his chest and mumbled an "Mmm," then suddenly raised her head, her eyes bright with a hint of cunning and anticipation: "Then I'll eat you first."

She pulled Mo Ye into the room, and she sat on top the whole time.

The curtains were drawn, and the room darkened, with only the small nightlight on the bedside table shining, casting a warm, dim glow.

Her hair was loose and spread across his chest like a piece of black silk.

Her fingers gripped his shoulders, her knuckles turning white, her nails digging into his skin, leaving faint crescent-shaped marks.

Her voice came from deep in her throat, as soft as a sigh, light and gentle.

After a while, the sound stopped.

Mo Ye carried her into the bathroom. The hot water washed away the sweat and fatigue, as well as the ambiguous atmosphere from before.

After he helped her take a bath, he wrapped her in a towel and carried her back to bed.

The two of them fell into a deep sleep.

They didn't know how much time had passed when they felt something gently patting their faces, soft and gentle, like a kitten's paw pads.

Mo Ye opened his eyes first and saw Tongtong kneeling on the bed, her chubby little hands patting their faces repeatedly, her face full of urging, calling out in her childish voice, "Get up! Time to eat!"

Mo Ye reached out and grabbed her chubby little hand, his voice still hoarse from just waking up: "Okay, Mommy and Daddy will get up now."

He Wanqing also woke up. She looked at the little dumpling that had disturbed her peaceful sleep, resisted the urge to spank it hard, took a deep breath, and sat up in bed.

Mo Ye told Tongtong to go downstairs first, while he and He Wanqing changed clothes.

Tongtong ran downstairs with a "tap tap tap" sound, her footsteps echoing on the stairs.

Mo Ye closed the door, turned around, and He Wanqing was already standing in front of him.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice soft and gentle, with a hint of coquettishness at the end: "Kiss me."

Mo Ye lowered his head and kissed her lips.

The two kissed quietly in the room for a while before letting go, changing their clothes, and walking downstairs hand in hand.

Downstairs, the food has already been set out.

Mo Chashan and Jiang Hui were sitting at the dining table waiting. Tongtong had already climbed into her high chair, her chubby little hands holding chopsticks, staring longingly at the dishes on the table.

When she saw her parents come downstairs, she immediately waved her chopsticks, her little face filled with eagerness and excitement: "Mom and Dad, come quick! The food's getting cold!"

Seeing Tongtong's greedy look, Mo Ye and He Wanqing also walked to the dining table and sat down.

Seeing that her parents were seated, Tongtong immediately grabbed the chicken leg in front of her and started gnawing on it, asking in her childish voice as she ate:

"Mom and Dad, why did you sleep so long? Tongtong's already back from playing!"

Mo Ye picked up a piece of food and casually said, "Mom and Dad were tired, so they slept a little longer."

Jiang Hui put down her bowl, wiped her mouth, looked at Mo Ye and He Wanqing, and said seriously:

"Shuya and I are going to use your birth dates and times to choose an auspicious date for our wedding tomorrow. What do you two think?"

Mo Ye and He Wanqing paused simultaneously, their hands holding chopsticks pausing, and they exchanged a glance.

Mo Ye asked, "Should we both come along?"

Jiang Hui waved her hand: "Do you want to go or not? It's fine whether you go or not."

Mo Ye thought for a moment and said, "Then we won't go."

He Wanqing actually wanted to go, but she pursed her lips and didn't say anything.

Mo Ye leaned close to her ear, his voice low, tinged with amusement and anticipation: "I'll take wedding photos with you tomorrow."

He Wanqing's eyes lit up instantly, her voice brimming with excitement: "Okay."

After everyone had finished eating, He Wanqing was about to sit for a while longer when her phone rang.

It was Jiang Shuya calling.

She answered the phone, and Jiang Shuya's voice came through the receiver: "Aren't you coming back right now?"

He Wanqing glanced at the time, her voice a little guilty: "I'll go back later."

Jiang Shuya laughed in exasperation, her voice rising several octaves: "You'll come back tomorrow, right?"

He Wanqing shrank back guiltily; that was really what she thought.

She coughed, her voice lowering, "I'll be right back."

Jiang Shuya's tone was tinged with understanding and helplessness: "Don't I know you, your mother? I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice."

Mo Ye walked over, reached out and touched He Wanqing's head, gently rubbing her hair with his palm, his voice tender: "What's wrong?"

He Wanqing looked up at him with a pitiful expression, her voice soft and gentle: "I want to go home."

Looking at her aggrieved expression, Mo Ye said, "I'll come to see you tomorrow morning."

He Wanqing's expression softened a little. She thought for a moment, then extended her index finger and gently tapped his chest, her voice carrying a hint of threat and coquetry:

"I want to see you when I wake up tomorrow morning. If you come to me before I get up, that's OK; if you're not here by the time I get up, that's KO."