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

In the afternoon, He Wanqing and Mo Ye changed into dragon and phoenix gowns.

The bright red dragon and phoenix gown was embroidered with golden dragon and phoenix patterns, and the skirt was decorated with layers of auspicious clouds. The headdress was a golden phoenix crown with tassels hanging down, which jingled as she walked.

Seeing her parents in their new, adorable clothes, Tongtong clapped her chubby little hands loudly, her voice sweet and bright: "So pretty!"

The two went to a scenic spot near the wedding dress shop to take photos. The pavilions, towers, bridges, and flowing water made them feel as if they had traveled back to ancient times.

The photographer followed them, taking pictures as He Wanqing's skirt trailed on the bluestone pavement, making a soft rustling sound.

In the evening, the two changed into a vintage wedding dress and went to the beach to take photos.

The setting sun dyed the entire sea surface orange-red, making it sparkle.

He Wanqing stood barefoot on the beach, her skirt fluttering gently in the sea breeze. Mo Ye stood behind her, one arm around her waist and the other holding her raised hand.

The waves surged up and receded again and again, leaving fine white foam at their feet.

As darkness fell completely, the three returned to the bridal shop.

He Wanqing sat in front of the computer, flipping through the photos she had taken that day, one by one.

Her fingers tapped lightly on the mouse, pausing to look at each satisfactory page, the smile on her lips impossible to suppress.

She looked up at the shop manager and said, "I'll get all the photos done to the highest quality; money isn't an issue."

She took a bank card out of her bag and handed it over.

The store manager's eyes narrowed into slits with laughter; she loved this kind of straightforward customer.

She took the bank card, her voice filled with enthusiasm: "If you two come to our store to take photos again in the future, you'll all get a 20% discount."

Mo Ye smiled and nodded.

The store manager added, "The photos will be delivered to your home in a few days."

Mo Ye filled in the address, and then the three of them left.

He Wanqing sat in the passenger seat, leaning back in her seat, and turned her head to look at the streetlights rushing past outside the window.

She reached up and rubbed her neck, her voice tinged with weariness and helplessness:

"When I put on that dragon and phoenix gown just now, the headdress was so heavy."

Mo Ye gripped the steering wheel, glanced at her in the rearview mirror, and a slight smile played on his lips:

"It might be even heavier when we get married, because all those ornaments are real."

He Wanqing suggested, "How about we just forget about it? A fake one would be fine."

Mo Ye frowned: "How can that be?"

He Wanqing looked at him, her voice softening, with a hint of coquettishness at the end: "If I wear it on my head, who would think it's fake?"

Mo Ye paused for a moment, then smiled.

It seems that this is indeed the case; the same item can have different effects on different people.

But he still doesn't plan to let He Wanqing wear a fake one.

He thought for a moment and compromised: "How about we wear less?"

He Wanqing nodded, her voice soft and gentle: "Okay, I'll do as you say."

Mo Ye's lips curled up, his voice tinged with smugness and anticipation: "Alright, I'll buy you a phoenix crown to wear."

He Wanqing's tone was cool, tinged with helplessness and reproach: "Is this what you meant by 'wearing less'?"

Mo Ye nodded confidently: "Just one!"

He Wanqing pouted, her voice muffled: "I don't want to."

Mo Ye looked at this petite woman. While other girls would love to be covered in gold and silver, she didn't want to.

He smiled and said nothing more.

When the three returned to Jiang Shuya's house, four elders were sitting on the sofa in the living room. On the coffee table was a thick almanac, and next to it were several cups of tea that had gone cold.

Jiang Hui saw them come in and waved, saying, "The date has been chosen."

Mo Ye walked over and sat down next to Jiang Hui, while He Wanqing sat next to him with Tongtong in her arms.

Mo Ye asked, "When?"

Jiang Shuya continued, "It will be after the New Year."

He Wanqing and Mo Ye spoke at the same time, their voices carrying a hint of surprise and disappointment: "So late?"

Jiang Hui sighed, "There's nothing we can do. People say this year is an unlucky year."

Mo Ye and He Wanqing exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously.

We had no choice but to accept it.

........

A few days later, the wedding photos finally arrived.

Mo Ye took the huge package from the courier, unwrapped the foam paper and dust bag, and placed them one by one against the wall in the living room.

Six large photographs, each over a meter wide, were framed in exquisite European-style frames, their mirrored surfaces reflecting light and illuminating the living room.

He Wanqing stood beside her, flipping through the pages one by one, her lips curled up and her eyes curved into crescents.

One photo shows her standing on the beach in a satin wedding dress, the hem of her dress billowing in the sea breeze, her veil trailing behind her like a cloud about to take flight.

One photo shows Mo Ye wearing a white suit, sitting on a retro leather sofa, one hand in his pocket, looking at the camera with his head tilted to the side. He has handsome features and looks like a male lead who has stepped out of a movie.

There's also a photo of the two of them looking at each other. Mo Ye is looking down at her, and she is looking up at him. There are a few centimeters between them, and the sunlight is shining in from the side, cutting a line of light and shadow on their faces.

Tongtong squatted on the ground, her two chubby little hands resting on her knees, her little face full of seriousness as she stared intently at the photos.

She looked for a while, then lowered her head and drew circles on the floor with her index finger—one circle, two circles, three circles.

She looked at all those large photos, but not a single one was of her.

The chibi version of Tongtong squatted under the dark clouds, with rain pouring down on her. She hugged her knees, her little mouth pouting, and she exuded resentment.

Mo Ye noticed the small figure radiating a low-pressure aura in the corner, walked over, squatted down, and looked her in the eye, his voice gentle: "Tongtong, what's wrong?"

Tongtong raised her little face, her lips pouting, her eyes red-rimmed, and her chubby little finger pointed at the row of huge wedding photos, her voice both aggrieved and accusing:

"So many large photos, but Tongtong isn't among them!"

After she finished speaking, she crossed her arms, turned her head away angrily, and then couldn't help but point to the photo with her chubby little hand, the meaning of which was very clear: Look, look, in the photo of the two of you, I'm not in it!

He Wanqing couldn't help but laugh when she saw the little girl's jealous expression.

It's common sense that there can't be a large version of her and Mo Ye's wedding photos, or even a large version of Tongtong's photos, but a three-year-old child doesn't understand these things.

Mo Ye took a thick photo album from a cardboard box next to him and handed it to Tongtong: "Tongtong, your photos are in here."

Tongtong rubbed her chubby little hands together, licked her lips with her little tongue, and then reached out to take the photo album as if it were a rare treasure.

She turned to the first page, which was a group photo of the three of them taken in the studio. Tongtong stood between Moye and He Wanqing, her two chubby little hands making a "V" sign, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter.

Her chubby little finger pointed to her tiny self in the photo: "Daddy, look, it's Tongtong's photo!"