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

He Wanning was stunned. Something felt off.

She waited a while, and realizing her mother really wasn't going to say anything more, she couldn't help but ask, "Shouldn't you be urging me?"

Jiang Shuya glanced at her:

"Do you think your mother has nothing better to do? It's up to you whether you get married or not. If you do, your father and I have already prepared your dowry; if you don't, your father and I will keep it for our retirement."

Looking at her parents, He Wanning felt that they were different from other people's parents.

Her friend has been pressured by her parents to get married countless times; they're tired of hearing it.

But this is fine too, it makes things a little easier for her.

He Wanqing glanced at her younger sister and remembered that she used to think the same way.

But she's still young, she has plenty of time, as long as she's happy.

After finishing their cake, He Yanzhou, Jiang Shuya, and He Wanning got up to say goodbye.

Mo Ye saw them to the door and watched their car disappear into the night before turning back.

Tongtong nestled in her high chair, scraping the last bit of cream from her plate with a small fork, licking the fork with her little mouth.

She saw Mo Ye walk in, looked up, her little face full of seriousness, and said in her childish voice, "Daddy, Mommy, Tongtong has her final exam tomorrow~"

Mo Ye walked over, picked her up from the chair, and let her snuggle in his arms: "Tongtong, are you ready?"

Tongtong nodded her little head vigorously: "Tongtong is ready!"

He Wanqing walked over, pinched her little cheek, and smiled slightly: "Then Tongtong will get a hundred points on the test tomorrow."

Tongtong puffed out her little belly and held her chin high: "Tongtong will definitely get a hundred points!"

Mo Ye squatted down and reached out to rub her little head: "It's okay if Tongtong doesn't get a perfect score."

Tongtong was unhappy. She pouted and frowned, "Tongtong wants a perfect score! Otherwise, how can I be the class monitor? How can I be the big sister!"

"Okay, Dad will wait for Tongtong's good news tomorrow."

He felt his pocket jolt.

He took out his phone, and the screen lit up with the words "Master".

He paused for a moment, then answered the call, holding the phone to his ear: "Sir, what's up?"

Ye Qin's voice came through the receiver: "You unfilial disciple, can't I call you for no reason?!"

Mo Ye muttered under his breath, "Will you contact me if there's nothing wrong?"

He cleared his throat and raised his voice, "Say what's on your mind, stop dawdling, that's not like you."

Ye Qin chuckled.

"You little rascal, you actually called me a dawdler. But I do have something I need you to do. There's a programmer at the company that we can't figure out right away, so I'll leave it to you to handle."

Mo Ye leaned back in his chair, his voice low and tinged with a hint of teasing: "You can't do it either?"

Ye Qin sighed: "Your innovative thinking is better than mine. Besides, didn't you successfully propose? You've also graduated; it's time to work harder."

Mo Ye's lips twitched. If you want to shirk your responsibilities, just say so. His voice was cool: "Then what are you going to do?"

Ye Qin's voice was self-righteous: "Aren't I pursuing your master's wife right now?"

Mo Ye was speechless, his voice filled with helplessness and disdain: "You can't even come up with a better excuse! You think you can just chase after your master's wife?"

He took a deep breath and gave in, "Then send me the document to take a look." Then he hung up the phone.

He Wanqing tilted her head to look at him, her voice carrying a hint of concern and inquiry: "Your master's phone call?"

Mo Ye nodded, rubbed his temples, and said with a hint of weariness and helplessness in his voice, "I think I'll be busy for a while."

He Wanqing thought for a moment and asked, "What kind of job is this?"

Mo Ye leaned back on the sofa, tapping his fingers lightly twice on his knee:

"My mentor and I run a small company, and we're currently facing some technical issues."

He Wanqing nodded, her voice carrying a hint of understanding and curiosity: "A small company?"

Mo Ye took out his computer, opened the software, and the dense code on the screen looked like a black forest, spreading out line by line, with no end in sight.

He fell silent, his gaze slowly moving across the code, his brows furrowing slightly. After a while, he roughly understood what was going to happen: an AI robot.

This project is incredibly large.

He picked up his phone and called Ye Qin, his voice tinged with complaint: "Master, how am I supposed to handle this by myself!"

Ye Qin's voice came through the receiver, calm and resolute:

"There aren't many people who can do this. Although we don't lack talent here, we still don't have enough top talent. This isn't something you're developing alone."

Mo Ye took a deep breath and asked again, "Then how do you know I can...?"

Ye Qin interrupted him, her voice filled with trust: "I believe in you, you can do it."

Mo Ye was silent for a moment, then said, "Thank you. I can only try, don't blame me if I can't figure it out."

Ye Qin hummed in agreement: "It's alright, I can't figure it out either. Just do your best, even if it's just a small step forward. Let me know as soon as you make any progress."

Mo Ye hung up the phone and let out a long sigh.

This is really a headache...

That evening, Mo Ye started coding.

The only sounds in the study were the clatter of the keyboard and the hum of the air conditioner. The light from the screen shone on his face, casting flickering shadows on his expression.

He Wanqing woke up in the middle of the night and reached out to touch the spot next to her. It was empty, and the blankets were still cold.

She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and walked out of the bedroom in her slippers.

The study light was on, and the door was ajar. She gently pushed the door open and saw Mo Ye still sitting in front of the computer, his back ramrod straight, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

She felt a pang of heartache instantly. She went over, placed her hands on his shoulders, and gently patted them. Her voice was soft and gentle, carrying a hint of heartache and reproach:

"It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Mo Ye took her hand that was resting on his shoulder and gently stroked the back of her hand with his thumb: "Your inspiration is better tonight."

He Wanqing pursed her lips, her voice tinged with worry and heartache: "How long will this last?"

Mo Ye thought for a moment, then shook his head, his voice tinged with uncertainty: "I don't know, it could be a few months, it could be a few years, it's hard to say."

He Wanqing bent down and pressed her face against his cheek: "I feel sorry for you staying up late, and it's too bad for your health."

Mo Ye gripped her hand, stood up, pulled her into his arms, and rested his chin on the top of her head.

"Then I'll go back to sleep with you now."

He Wanqing nodded: "Okay."

Lying in bed, Mo Ye still couldn't fall asleep. His mind felt like a machine that never stopped running, with code and data churning inside.

He Wanqing lay on top of him, her face pressed against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, her voice soft, carrying a hint of inquiry and concern: "Are you still thinking about that?"

Mo Ye nodded, gently patting her back with his fingers, his voice muffled: "Yes. The sooner we conquer it, the sooner it will be over."

He Wanqing looked up at the contours of his chin, her voice tinged with curiosity: "Were you like this before?"

Mo Ye thought for a moment and nodded:

"Usually during winter and summer vacations, my master would take me to learn or give me some technical challenges to practice."

He Wanqing traced circles on his chest with her fingers, her voice tinged with inquiry: "How many years have you been studying this?"

Mo Ye's lips curled up slightly, his voice carrying a hint of reminiscence and emotion: "I started learning in fifth grade, it's been more than ten years."

He Wanqing let out a soft "Wow," her voice carrying a hint of genuine admiration: "No wonder you're so amazing."

Mo Ye laughed, a smile tinged with smugness and teasing: "Haven't I always been very capable?"

He Wanqing wrinkled her little nose, her voice muffled, with a hint of coquetry: "If it weren't for the fact that you work so hard, I would definitely want to try it."