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

a few days later.

He Wanqing leaned back on the sofa, holding a coffee in one hand and her phone in the other, scrolling through the news.

She took a sip of coffee, her gaze falling on a notification, and read it aloud:

"The pink diamond that was the highlight of the auction in City S was bought by a mysterious person for 3888 million yuan."

She put down her coffee cup, shook her head, and spoke with a mixture of emotion and confusion:

"There really was a fool who spent over 30 million to buy a ring."

Mo Ye's expression froze for a moment, his lips twitched, and then he tried to look normal.

He spoke, his voice a little strained: "Maybe he really loves his wife?"

He Wanqing didn't even look up, continuing to swipe her finger across the screen: "I still think he's a bit of an idiot."

Mo Ye opened his mouth as if to say something, but then remained silent.

He can't exactly say, "The idiot you're talking about is your husband, me, right?"

He Wanqing raised her head, looked at him, her brows furrowed slightly, and her voice carried a hint of doubt:

"I was talking about that person, not you, why are you doing this?"

Mo Ye shook his head, stood up, and said in a muffled voice, "It's nothing, I'm going to get some peace and quiet."

He turned and went into the room.

He Wanqing watched his figure disappear through the bedroom door, put down her phone, and followed him.

Mo Ye walked into the room and had just sat down on the bed when he heard the door click shut from the inside.

He looked up and saw He Wanqing leaning against the door, her hands behind her back, looking at him with seductive eyes, her gaze like a soft little hook, making his heart itch.

"What do you want to do?" he said.

He Wanqing's voice was soft and gentle, carrying a hint of seduction and anticipation: "What do you think?"

As Mo Ye looked at her, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: he had recently noticed that Wanqing's desires seemed to be getting stronger and longer.

While he was still pondering, He Wanqing pressed herself against him, her soft body coiling around him like a snake.

Soon, He Wanqing's moans echoed from inside the room, both delicate and alluring, carrying an irrepressible and exhilarating release.

After a long while, the sound finally stopped.

Mo Ye looked at He Wanqing beside him, who was covered in sweat and had a flushed face. He reached out and tucked the wet hair from her forehead behind her ear, his voice carrying a hint of helplessness and teasing:

"Why do I feel like you like this even more than I do?"

He Wanqing pouted, buried her face in his chest, and said in a muffled voice, with a hint of self-righteousness:

"I'm just doing this to get some exercise. Didn't you say to do more?"

Mo Ye thought about it and realized that it really was true. But thankfully, he still had the upper hand.

One week later.

Mo Ye stood on the steps in front of the library, holding his bright red graduation certificate and degree certificate. The sunlight shone on him, casting a long shadow.

He suddenly felt a little unreal.

Four years have passed just like that.

Shen Qing and Wang Jie stood next to him, each holding their own certificate. The three of them stood side by side, just like when they first enrolled four years ago.

Shen Qing sighed, "Time flies."

Mo Ye turned his head to look at them, lowered his voice, and said something.

Shen Qing and Wang Jie both widened their eyes, then laughed. Shen Qing patted him on the shoulder, her voice teasing:

"Old Mo, I didn't know you were so romantic!"

Mo Ye nodded, his voice earnest and solemn: "Thank you for your trouble."

Shen Qing and Wang Jie waved their hands simultaneously: "This is nothing, brother, leave it to me."

Mo Ye nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "I trust you guys to handle things."

The day after tomorrow is He Wanqing's birthday.

He needs to start preparing.

The day before He Wanqing's birthday, Mo Ye took He Wanqing and Tongtong to stay at He Wanqing's hometown.

He Wanqing felt very strange. Why did she suddenly go to stay at her mother's place?

Moreover, Mo Ye wouldn't let her go back to Qingzhu Garden. Mo Ye didn't go to work at the company that day either. He just came to pick her up when she got off work. Tongtong was also acting mysteriously, her little face full of pride and cunning.

She asked Tongtong, who just chuckled and then said, "I don't know!"

He Wanqing was completely bewildered, feeling like there was a little cat scratching at her heart, itchy but not knowing where to scratch.

She sat on the sofa, tilting her head to look out the window.

In the yard, Tongtong was chasing a butterfly, her chubby little hands waving in the air, her little pigtails swinging back and forth in the wind.

Jiang Shuya was busy in the kitchen, the sound of the spatula hitting the edge of the pot clanging and tinkling.

He Wanqing leaned back on the sofa, closed her eyes, and a strange, indescribable emotion welled up inside her.

She knew what Mo Ye was preparing, but she didn't know exactly what he was preparing.

The feeling of being kept in the dark was like a thin veil separating her from the truth, making her both expectant and nervous.

She opened her eyes, picked up her phone, and sent Mo Ye a message: 【What are you doing?】

Mo Ye replied quickly, with only two words: 【I miss you.】

He Wanqing looked at those two words, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled up.

She held her phone to her chest, closed her eyes, and couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

She suddenly remembered something and secretly turned on the security camera in her living room.

The moment the image appeared, her fingers froze, she covered her mouth with her hand, and her eyes widened in shock.

On the screen, Mo Ye was busy in the living room with Su Qianyue, Pang Siyi, Shen Qing, and Wang Jie.

Su Qianyue squatted next to the coffee table, holding a bunch of balloons and blowing air into them.

Pang Siyi stood on the ladder and hung a string of pink balloons on the curtain rod. Shen Qing held the ladder from below, looking up and directing, "Left, left; right, right." Pang Siyi scolded her, "If you're so good, you do it."

Wang Jie squatted on the ground, unwrapped bunches of roses from their wrappings, and arranged them neatly in a vase.

He Wanqing's nose felt a little sore, and her eyes felt a little hot.

This is... She quickly exited the monitoring, held her phone to her chest, took a deep breath, but couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

She decided to watch it tomorrow; if she kept watching, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to resist rushing home right now.

She couldn't help but feel a surge of joy, as if a little bird was fluttering its wings inside her chest, wanting to fly out.

Jiang Shuya came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of cut fruit and saw He Wanqing sitting on the sofa with a big smile on her face and bright eyes.

She put down the fruit plate, sat down next to He Wanqing, tilted her head to look at her, and asked in a knowing and teasing tone, "What's wrong? Why are you so happy?"

He Wanqing touched her face, her voice tinged with guilt and evasion: "Really?"

Jiang Shuya twitched the corner of her mouth, pointed at her face, and said in a cool voice, "Touch your mouth and see if it's cracked."

He Wanqing reached out and touched it; it was indeed a little hard to suppress, and the corners of her mouth looked like they were stuck together, sticking up really high.

She lowered her hand, pursed her lips, but the smile quickly faded.

Jiang Shuya forked a piece of apple, took a bite, chewed it a couple of times, and said in a light voice, "What? Is Xiao Mo planning to propose to you? You seem so happy."

He Wanqing's expression froze for a moment, like a child whose secret had been exposed, her voice both urgent and embarrassed: "How did you know!"

Jiang Shuya pouted and picked up another piece of cantaloupe: "These are all things I used to play with back in the day. Back in the day..."

She paused, coughed, and said, "Ahem, never mind, these are things for you young people to do."

He Wanqing leaned closer to her, her eyes sparkling, her voice tinged with a hint of coquetry and anticipation: "Mom, tell me about it."