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

She looked at the innocent and adorable Tongtong, then at her daughter and son-in-law whose progress was "slow," and felt extremely anxious.

At this rate of gradual decline, when will she ever see a truly harmonious and happy family reunion?

The son-in-law is definitely not going to run away, but the development of this romantic relationship is just too agonizing!

Just then, Tongtong patted her round little belly and let out a satisfied little burp:

"Hiccup~ Daddy, Grandma, Tongtong's full~"

The timing is perfect!

Jiang Shuya's eyes lit up, she immediately put down her chopsticks, and looked at her granddaughter with a beaming smile:

"Tongtong, you're full? Great! Grandma's full too. Come on, let's go for a walk to digest our food, okay? The moon is so beautiful outside!"

Tongtong looked at her father, then at her grandmother, a hint of confusion appearing on her little face.

She actually wanted to stay close to her father.

Jiang Shuya immediately changed to a slightly "sad" expression:

"Oh dear, Tongtong doesn't want to go for a walk alone with Grandma anymore? Does having a dad mean she doesn't need Grandma anymore?"

"No, no, no!" Tongtong panicked and waved her hands frantically. "Tongtong wants Grandma! Grandma, let's go!"

"That's more like it!" Jiang Shuya's mood instantly brightened. She scooped up Tongtong and casually pulled out a few beautifully packaged strawberry chocolates from her handbag. "A reward for our good Tongtong!"

Seeing that it was her favorite flavor, Tongtong immediately beamed and sweetly thanked her, "Thank you, Grandma~"

Jiang Shuya rubbed her tummy, picked her up, and as she passed He Wanqing, she gave her a meaningful look that was full of encouragement and urging—Daughter, this is all the help Mom can give you!

The opportunity has been created for you, but if you still don't live up to it, Mom will despise you!

Also, if such a good son-in-law runs away because of your nagging, I will hold you responsible!

Then, she hugged the cheerful Tongtong and disappeared behind the door, thoughtfully closing it behind her.

The entire first floor of the villa was suddenly left with only Mo Ye and He Wanqing.

The air suddenly fell silent. The secret interaction that had occurred under the table became crystal clear with the departure of the third person, and an awkward ambiguity flowed in the silence.

Mo Ye coughed lightly, trying to break the heart-pounding silence.

He recalled her subtle movements under the table earlier, still not fully understanding her intentions. So, with a mix of confusion and curiosity, he asked directly:

"What did you mean by stretching your leg out just now?"

The moment the words were spoken, the atmosphere became even more silent.

He Wanqing paused, her hand holding the chopsticks twitching slightly, her cheeks flushing.

Why did this person ask so bluntly?

Don't girls have any pride?

She didn't say anything, but her ears turned even redder.

The two silently finished the last of their food, a subtle, unspoken tension filling the air.

After the meal, we cleared the dishes together and went into the kitchen. The sound of running water eased some of the awkwardness.

Mo Ye was still preoccupied with that question. While washing the dishes, he couldn't help but glance at He Wanqing, who was wiping the stove beside him, and asked in a low voice, "So... what exactly happened just now?"

He Wanqing was a little embarrassed and annoyed by his questioning. She glared at him coquettishly, her eyes sparkling with a lively annoyance that was less cold than usual.

Seeing the rare display of girlishness in her, Mo Ye had a sudden thought and felt like teasing her.

He turned off the tap, and the kitchen instantly fell silent.

He leaned slightly closer to her, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe, and in a whisper that only the two of them could hear, with a hint of a smile and a touch of probing, he asked softly:

"Could it be... that Mr. He has taken a liking to me?"

"Boom—" He Wanqing felt all the blood rush to her head, and her cheeks were burning hot.

The place where his breath brushed against her ear sent shivers of electric shock through her, making her legs feel weak.

"How...how could that be? Stop being so narcissistic!"

She took a step back abruptly, covered her burning ears with her hands, and glared at Mo Ye. Unfortunately, her watery eyes and flushed cheeks made the glare powerless, and instead it sounded more like a coquettish scolding.

Looking at her like this, Mo Ye felt as if his heart had been gently bumped, and a strange, soft, and throbbing emotion quietly arose within him.

He suddenly realized that he might... actually have fallen for her.

I like the occasional clumsiness that shines through her cool exterior, and I like her shy yet lively appearance right now.

This realization inexplicably made him feel happy, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.

He looked at He Wanqing with a mischievous smile in his eyes, then deliberately lowered his voice and whispered, "Really? Wife?"

The word "wife," uttered in his slightly hoarse voice, seemed to carry a burning heat and a strange magic, striking He Wanqing precisely.

He Wanqing felt that tingling sensation instantly spread from her ears throughout her body, and her heartbeat completely went out of control.

She was both ashamed and angry, and warned in a low voice:

"You're going to die! My mom... what if my mom comes back? What are you yelling about?!"

Mo Ye straightened up, looking at her with a leisurely air, his smile deepening, and deliberately asked in return:

"Oh? You mean... I can call out when your mom's not around?"

He Wanqing was speechless, so she simply crossed her arms, pouted slightly, and turned her face away, looking like she was sulking and didn't want to talk to him.

In Mo Ye's eyes, her actions and expressions were exactly the same as when Tongtong was throwing a tantrum.

No, it should be said that Tongtong perfectly inherited her mother's proud yet adorable appearance.

This discovery put Mo Ye in a great mood, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly. The clear, pleasant laughter echoed gently in the quiet kitchen.

But the laughter only made He Wanqing more irritated, like being woken up by construction workers outside her window when she wanted to sleep in.

She turned around, embarrassed and annoyed, and said, "What's so funny!"

As Mo Ye watched her various vivid little expressions, the uncertainty in his heart gradually became clearer.

He didn't know if He Wanqing liked him, but at least she definitely didn't dislike him, and might even... have special feelings for him.

This realization made him both nervous and somewhat excited.

He took a deep breath, and with a mixture of tentative anticipation and expectation, asked the question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time:

"How...how did I do today? Will your mother...be unhappy?"

He Wanqing, who was sorting through the huge pile of gifts Jiang Shuya had brought, paused upon hearing this.

She recalled her mother's undisguised affection for Mo Ye and her disdain for her "uselessness," and that bit of resentment welled up in her heart again.

Without turning her head, she said in a muffled voice, "She's too lazy to even bother."

I reckon if you were willing to admit you're her mother, she'd kick me, her own daughter, out the door the moment you asked…