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

Mo Ye smiled and patted her little head: "Daddy saw it."

Tongtong plopped down on the ground, crossed her short legs, held the booklet in her hands, and flipped through the pages one by one, occasionally giggling.

When she turned to the last page, she suddenly stopped, her little mouth slowly pursed, and her voice was muffled: "But there aren't any big ones! Tongtong wants big ones!"

She put the booklet aside, lay down on the ground, and started rolling around like a little pig rolling in a mud puddle. Her little skirt was all wrinkled, her little topknot was crooked, and her little face was flushed red with anger.

Mo Ye looked at the little dumpling throwing a tantrum on the floor, sighed, squatted down, and reached out to scoop her up from the floor.

He made her stand in front of him, patted the dust off her skirt, and straightened her crooked little bun.

"Alright, alright, I'll ask the shop to get Tongtong a big one later."

Tongtong stopped her tantrum, put her hands on the ground, raised her little head, and looked up with bright, sparkling eyes, a hint of curiosity and anticipation in them: "Really?"

Mo Ye nodded and pinched her little nose: "Daddy would never lie to you."

Tongtong then got up from the ground, hugged Mo Ye's leg tightly, rubbed her little face against it, and said in a sweet and soft voice, "Daddy is the best~".

He Wanqing stood to the side, utterly unable to bear the sight. "Dad's the best!"

She glanced at Mo Ye, her eyes filled with a hint of mischief and jealousy.

Mo Ye tilted his head to look at her, a slight smile on his lips: "What did you call me?"

He Wanqing paused, blinked, and asked with a hint of confusion in her voice, "What? What did I call you?"

Mo Ye pointed to his nose, his voice tinged with anticipation: "You were the one who spoke just now."

He Wanqing thought for a moment, she had just opened her mouth...

She stammered, "I...you...I didn't say anything!"

Mo Ye leaned closer to her, his voice low and tinged with a mischievous grin: "I've been calling you that before... shouldn't you call me that too...?"

He Wanqing's face instantly turned bright red, the blush spreading from her ears all the way down her neck. Her voice was both urgent and shy: "No!"

Mo Ye whispered a few words in her ear, his voice so low that only she could hear them.

He Wanqing's face turned even redder. She reached out and slapped him, her voice both urgent and shy:

"What? You're going to just stop moving if you don't call out? You're absolutely wicked!"

Mo Ye put his arm around her waist, a matter-of-fact smile on his lips: "Women don't love men who aren't a little bad."

It looked as if two little figures had appeared on He Wanqing's shoulders.

The wicked woman nodded; she liked the mischievous Mo Ye the most.

The little devil nodded in agreement, "Yes, it feels so good."

This time, it's rare that the two villains have united on one side.

The sentimental little one cupped her face, her eyes sparkling: "Exactly, exactly! Every time you make Wanqing feel like she's in heaven, all sweet and delicate."

The little devil chimed in, "Exactly, exactly, and all the while..."

He Wanqing couldn't stand it anymore and slapped the two little people away.

She stammered, her voice barely audible, "Who likes it?"

Mo Ye looked at her contradictory expression and laughed: "It's been so long, and you're still being coy?"

He Wanqing got annoyed: "Sleep by yourself for the next few days!"

Mo Ye deliberately sighed, "That suits me perfectly. I was just about to abstain from sex recently. How did you know?"

Upon hearing this, He Wanqing panicked and blurted out, "You dare!"

Looking at her anxious little face, Mo Ye slowly curled up the corners of his mouth: "I dare."

He Wanqing looked at him with a pitiful expression, her lips pouting, and her voice soft and sweet: "This is emotional abuse, it's mean!"

Mo Ye leaned back on the sofa, put his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes.

He Wanqing straddled him and started shaking him: "You're giving me the silent treatment!"

Mo Ye opened his eyes and looked at her innocently: "I'm just respecting my wife's personal wishes, okay? There aren't many men in the world as good as me."

He Wanqing rolled her eyes at him, her voice cool, carrying a hint of resentful reproach:

"You're so lucky! If you don't spend quality time with me tonight, you're doomed."

Mo Ye grabbed his collar, looking at her with a terrified expression, his voice rising several octaves:

"You're going against the wishes of a respectable married man!"

He Wanqing was so angry she gritted her teeth and reached out to pull his face: "If you say that again, I'll take you right here and now!"

Mo Ye looked at her with a look of horror, but his eyes were full of excitement.

He Wanqing's hand stopped at the hem of her skirt; she almost fell into his trap.

Mo Ye looked at her stopped hand, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.

Seeing the regret in his eyes, He Wanqing glared at him angrily: "You're so mean! You actually dared to think that way!"

Mo Ye grinned mischievously, his voice low and seductive: "I just love the feeling of being forced by you."

He Wanqing was speechless, and squeezed out two words through gritted teeth: "Pervert."

Mo Ye nodded in satisfaction, his smile widening: "I am a pervert."

He Wanqing decided not to reward him anymore and stood up from him.

When Mo Ye saw her stand up, he reached out and pulled her back.

He Wanqing gasped and fell into his arms, sitting on his lap.

Tongtong climbed onto the sofa at some point, snuggled into Mo Ye's arms, wrapped her chubby little hands around his neck, and her little face was full of "I can't be left behind".

Mo Ye patted her little head, his voice filled with a hint of helplessness and doting: "You little rascal."

Tongtong announced in her sweet, childish voice, "Tongtong wants a hug too!"

Mo Ye hugged the mother and daughter in his arms: "Okay, okay, let me hug you."

He Wanqing leaned on Mo Ye's shoulder, her fingers slowly tracing circles on his chest, her voice soft: "Mo Ye, you'll be officially graduating soon, right?"

Mo Ye nodded, running his fingers through He Wanqing's long hair: "Prepare for the final exams. It'll be over once the results come out."

He Wanqing looked up at him, a slight smile on her lips, her voice carrying a sense of relief and anticipation:

"My husband is finally not a student anymore, it always makes me feel like I'm dating a younger man."

Mo Ye lowered his head, his nose brushing against hers, a mischievous chuckle in his voice: "Is there any old cow as beautiful as you?"

He Wanqing hummed in response, her voice rising at the end with a hint of danger: "Who are you calling an old ox?"

Mo Ye coughed, his eyes darting around, and spoke quickly and urgently: "Me, of course it's me."

He Wanqing raised her chin, snorted, and said in a tone that was both satisfied and proud of being coaxed: "That's more like it."

Time flies, and before we knew it, it was Mo Ye's exam day.