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

Mo Ye and He Wanqing both nodded and sat down at the dining table.

Breakfast was laid out on the table: millet porridge, steamed buns, and several side dishes.

He Wanqing picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, turned her head to look at Mo Ye, and asked in a questioning tone, "Mo Ye, would you like some?"

Mo Ye shook his head. He had already eaten breakfast, so he sat quietly to the side, propping his chin up and watching He Wanqing and Tongtong eat.

He Wanqing sipped her porridge slowly, while Tongtong held a steamed bun in her chubby little hands, her mouth full of filling.

After finishing breakfast, He Wanqing put down her spoon, looked up at Mo Ye with bright, sparkling eyes, her gaze filled with undisguised anticipation and joy.

Mo Ye knew exactly what she was thinking. He smiled and said with a hint of amusement and certainty, "Let's go take our wedding photos now."

He Wanqing nodded, stood up from the chair, and walked with light steps as if she were walking on clouds.

Tongtong followed behind, looking up at her mother's happy face, and asked in her childish voice, "Mommy, why are you so happy?"

Mo Ye took her little hand, looked down at her, and said gently, "Mommy and Daddy are going to take some beautiful pictures."

Upon hearing this, Tongtong immediately raised her chubby little hand, her voice crisp and bright: "Tongtong wants to take a picture too!"

Mo Ye nodded and pinched her little cheek: "Okay, Tongtong, you can take a picture too."

The wedding dress section on the third floor is very large and brightly lit, with wedding dresses on mannequins.

As soon as Tongtong entered, her eyes widened. Her gaze swept over the pure white, fluffy wedding dresses adorned with lace and sequins, before settling on a voluminous princess gown.

The skirt of that dress had layers upon layers, like a blooming cloud, and was covered with tiny rhinestones and pearls that sparkled under the light.

Tongtong froze, pointing at the dress with her chubby little finger: "Mommy, this is so pretty! Buy this one!"

He Wanqing glanced down at the little dress her chubby little finger was pointing at and said, "This isn't suitable for Mommy. We'll buy it for Tongtong when she grows up."

Seeing her mother's rejection, Tongtong let out a soft "Ouch!", her little face filled with disappointment, and her voice was muffled: "It's not pretty? Tongtong thinks it looks great!"

Mo Ye squatted down, gently patted her little head, and said in a gentle voice, "It looks good, but it's not really suitable for Mommy."

Tongtong sadly withdrew her chubby little hand, but her disappointment only lasted for two seconds before she was attracted by another pretty dress.

She was like a little butterfly flitting among the flowers, running from one to another, pointing at each one with her chubby little finger and constantly calling out, "Mommy, this one is pretty!" "This one is cute!" "This one, this one!"

He Wanqing followed behind, shaking her head again and again, her voice changing from gentle to helpless: "No, no, it won't do."

Undeterred, Tongtong continued pointing. When she reached the third item, her chubby little hand stopped on a minimalist satin wedding dress. Her voice softened, carrying a hint of tentative anticipation: "This one?"

He Wanqing stopped and looked at the wedding dress carefully. It was made of satin, without any extra decorations, with simple and smooth lines, a flowing skirt, and an elegant off-the-shoulder neckline.

She nodded, a slow smile spreading across her face. "This is good, not bad."

Tongtong exclaimed "Yay!" with a smug look on her face.

Mo Ye stood to the side, watching Tongtong point to most of the wedding dresses in the store, and his lips twitched.

He Wanqing said to the shop assistant, "Give me this to try."

The shop assistant nodded, her voice carrying a hint of professional enthusiasm: "Miss, this way please."

Mo Ye took Tongtong to look at the children's clothing section.

Rows and rows of little skirts hung up, pink, white, and light blue, with little flowers, butterflies, and stars embroidered on the hems.

Tongtong looked around, her little mouth slightly pouting, and shook her head, dissatisfied with everything.

Finally, she looked down at the cream-colored dress she was wearing, tugged at the hem, and looked up: "Tongtong will wear this!"

Mo Ye looked down at her light yellow dress, smiled, and ruffled her hair: "Tongtong can wear whatever she wants."

The clattering sound of high heels came from the end of the corridor.

Mo Ye turned his head and saw He Wanqing walking out wearing that satin wedding dress.

She changed into a pair of silver high heels with thin heels and a bow tied at the heel. The wedding dress hugged her elegant figure, making her so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.

She walked up to Mo Ye, lowered her head slightly, gently pinched the hem of her skirt with her fingers, then looked up into his eyes, her voice soft, tinged with nervousness and anticipation: "Does it look good?"

Mo Ye's throat bobbed, his voice a little hoarse, but very sincere: "You look beautiful today."

Tongtong circled around He Wanqing several times, her skirt swaying at her feet. Her little face was full of admiration, and her voice was sweet and bright: "Mommy looks so beautiful in this!"

Then she bent down, lifted He Wanqing's skirt, and tried to crawl inside.

He Wanqing reacted quickly, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her out from under her skirt.

He Wanqing looked down at the small dumpling hanging in mid-air, her voice cool: "What do you want to do?"

Tongtong chuckled, her little face slightly flushed, and said in her childish voice, "Tongtong feels like she can hide inside."

He Wanqing put her down and gave her a speechless look.

She turned her head to look at Mo Ye, her voice carrying a hint of expectation: "Why don't you go and pick out a suit too?"

Mo Ye nodded, thought for a moment, and said, "How about I choose white?"

He Wanqing's eyes lit up; she had never seen Mo Ye wear a white suit before.

She nodded vigorously, her voice tinged with excitement: "Okay."

Mo Ye took the clothes into the fitting room and came out quickly.

The white suit was sharply tailored, making his broad shoulders and narrow waist stand out. He looked handsome and noble, like a prince from a fairy tale.

Before Tongtong could even speak, her little face lit up with joy. She placed her chubby little hands under her chin, her eyes shining like stars: "Daddy's so handsome!"

She took a few quick steps and wanted to run over for a hug, but He Wanqing beat her to it, walked up to Mo Ye, and put her arm around his waist.

Tongtong pouted, not to be outdone, and ran over to hug Mo Ye's leg, rubbing her little face against his trouser leg, and called out in her childish voice, "Daddy, hug me!"

Mo Ye smiled, bent down and picked Tongtong up from the ground, letting her sit on his arm, while putting his other arm around He Wanqing's waist.

"Let's go take pictures!" Mo Ye said.

The photographer took them to the photography studio.

The lights in the studio were already adjusted, and the background was a huge white curtain, with several retro prop chairs and a bunch of artificial flowers placed next to it.

The three of them first took photos indoors. The photographer, holding the camera, peeked half his face out from behind the viewfinder, directing their movements:

"Come on, bride, grab the groom's tie, yes, just like that, closer, even closer, okay, don't move—"

The shutter clicked a few times.

After taking individual photos of the two of them, the photographer added Tongtong in.

Tongtong stood between them, her chubby little hands making a "V" sign, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter...