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

Jiang Shuya waved her hand: "Get lost! My love story is none of your business!"

He Wanqing leaned back on the sofa, pursed her lips, and said in a cool voice, "Fine, I won't say. It's not like I need to know that much."

Jiang Shuya glanced at her: "Don't try to provoke me with that. Do you think I'm like Wan Ning, that brainless girl?"

He Wanqing opened her mouth, then closed it again.

She didn't want to talk to her anymore; it was affecting her mood.

She stood up, picked up her phone, and asked in a calm voice, "Mom, is Tongtong sleeping with you tonight?"

Jiang Shuya picked up the fruit plate and said without looking up, "Tongtong is sleeping with me tonight."

He Wanqing nodded and went up to the second floor.

She lay in bed, hugging her pillow, turning over and over again, rolling around on the bed.

She wanted to text Mo Ye, but was afraid of bothering him, so she typed a few words on the keyboard and then deleted them, then typed them again.

Finally, she decided to go to sleep.

She thought she would be too happy to sleep, but unexpectedly, she fell into a deep sleep as soon as she closed her eyes.

The next morning, when He Wan woke up, she found herself nestled in a warm embrace.

Her face was pressed against his chest, and she could hear his strong heartbeat, steady and powerful, one beat at a time.

She didn't even know when Mo Ye came in. She looked up slightly and saw Mo Ye looking down at her with a smile on his lips: "Happy birthday, wife."

He Wanqing's brows furrowed with joy, her voice slightly hoarse from just waking up: "Why are you here?"

Mo Ye reached out and pinched her little nose: "What? Don't you want me to come?"

He Wanqing wrinkled her nose, her voice muffled, with a hint of coquettish reproach: "You know that's not what I meant."

Mo Ye tilted his head deliberately, a mischievous chuckle in his voice:

"How am I supposed to know what you're thinking? Let me feel you."

He Wanqing had just woken up and was still a little groggy when she blurted out, "Then touch it."

Mo Ye reached out to touch it.

He Wanqing grabbed his hand instantly, "You scoundrel."

Mo Ye looked completely innocent: "Didn't you say you'd let me touch you?"

He Wanqing rolled her eyes at him and went into the bathroom to wash up.

The two people went downstairs.

Tongtong is awake and sitting on the sofa, swinging her two short legs back and forth.

When she saw He Wanqing, she immediately slid off the sofa, ran over with a "gurgle gurgle," tilted her little face up, her eyes sparkling, and said in a sweet and soft voice, "Happy birthday, Mommy~"

He Wanqing squatted down, pinched her little face, kissed her forehead, and said gently, "Thank you, baby."

Tongtong chuckled, a sweet smile blooming on her little face.

She glanced at Mo Ye, who blinked at her. The little girl blinked back, and the two exchanged a knowing look that only they understood.

Jiang Shuya came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of brown sugar and eggs, placed it on the dining table, and waved to He Wanqing, her voice urging and smiling:

"Wanqing, you fell off the bed tonight, come here and have two eggs."

Tongtong's eyes lit up instantly. She tilted her head and asked in her childish voice:

"Mommy fell off the bed, didn't she? Mommy also said Tongtong doesn't sleep well, but she does too, doesn't she?"

The little girl's face was full of indignation, as if she were saying, "How dare you talk about me like that!"

He Wanqing took a deep breath and patiently explained:

"When Grandma said 'fell off the bed,' she meant it was my mom's birthday, not that I actually fell off the bed."

Tongtong tilted her head and thought for a while, her little eyebrows furrowing into a small knot, as if she was about to grow a brain, but in the end she still couldn't figure it out. She simply stopped thinking about it and just wanted to eat her fill.

He Wanqing looked at Mo Ye, her voice tinged with inquiry and expectation: "Mo Ye, will you come to the company with me?"

Mo Ye shook his head: "I have something to do today, so I won't go with you."

He Wanqing nodded; of course she knew what Mo Ye wanted to do.

She didn't ask any more questions and drove herself to the company.

Tongtong watched her mother's car disappear through the gate of the yard, tugged at Mo Ye's trouser leg, tilted her little face up, and said in a voice filled with urgency and anticipation:

"Daddy, Mommy's here! Let's go buy a cake!"

Mo Ye nodded, took Tongtong's little hand, and drove to the best cake shop in the city.

The two people requested a small private room, and the staff brought out the prepared cake base, cream, fruit, and chocolate decorations one by one.

Mo Ye held Tongtong's little hand and taught her how to spread cream, pipe lace, and arrange fruit.

Tongtong studied very seriously, her little face tense.

She awkwardly squeezed a ring of pink lace around the cake; though crooked, it had a clumsy yet sincere beauty.

The cake was ready, and Tongtong insisted on paying for it herself.

She opened her teddy bear backpack, took out several bright red banknotes, and handed them to the shop assistant, her little face full of pride and smugness that said "I'm rich."

Looking at his daughter's dapper little rich girl demeanor, Mo Ye naturally supported her filial piety.

After buying the cake, Mo Ye took Tongtong to the supermarket to buy groceries.

Tongtong sat in the shopping cart, her chubby little hands gripping the edge of the basket, her little head turning back and forth like a little radar.

Mo Ye pushed the shopping cart, picked out some greens in the vegetable section, and bought a sea bass and several abalone in the seafood section.

Suddenly, Tongtong pointed to the meat counter next to her and exclaimed in her childish voice, "Daddy, buy beef! Mommy likes to eat beef!"

Mo Ye paused for a moment, then smiled, pushed the cart over and picked out a piece of the finest beef tenderloin.

When Tongtong got home, she looked at the room full of roses and heart-shaped balloons, her mouth forming an "O" shape, her little face filled with amazement and joy: "Daddy, it's so beautiful~"

Mo Ye squatted down to look her in the eye, his voice tinged with anticipation and nervousness: "Tongtong, do you think Mommy will like it?"

Tongtong nodded her little head vigorously, her little pigtails swaying, her voice sweet and soft: "Mommy will definitely like it!"

Mo Ye pinched her little nose, his voice tinged with curiosity: "Tongtong, how are you sure Mommy will like it?"

Tongtong touched her chin, her little face radiating confidence:

"Tongtong just feels that Mommy will like it, because Tongtong feels she will!"

Mo Ye scratched her little tummy, and Tongtong giggled and wiggled her little body.

Mo Ye smiled and said, "Tongtong is such a clever little devil."

He put the cake in the refrigerator, and then put the groceries he bought into the refrigerator one by one.

Then it was just a matter of waiting for He Wanqing to get off work.

The company has been quite busy lately, so He Wanqing will probably be back quite late. It's perfect that she can come back a little later.

At 5 p.m., Mo Ye made a video call to He Wanqing.

The screen lit up, and He Wanqing's face appeared on the phone. Although she had worked all day, there was no sign of fatigue on her face. On the contrary, she looked radiant and particularly happy.

Her voice came through the receiver, soft and gentle, with a hint of a smile: "Is there something you need?"

Looking at her slightly flushed cheeks and bright eyes, Mo Ye's lips unconsciously curled up: "Around what time will you finish your work?"

He Wanqing thought for a moment, her voice carrying a hint of apology and anticipation: "Around seven o'clock in the evening."

"Tongtong and I are waiting for you at home."

"it is good."