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

The next morning, He Wanqing was having breakfast with Mo Ye and Tongtong when her phone suddenly rang.

She picked it up, glanced at it, frowned slightly, and then answered the call.

The voice on the other end of the phone was urgent and clear. After listening, her expression turned a little cold. She replied briefly, "I understand," and hung up the phone.

She put down her chopsticks, stood up, and said with a hint of apology and urgency, "Mo Ye, something's come up at the company, I have to go now."

After saying that, she hurriedly ran out, her high heels clicking rapidly on the floor.

Mo Ye watched her figure disappear through the door, his brows furrowing slightly.

He roughly knew something must have happened at the company. He wanted to go over and check it out, but after glancing down at Tongtong, who was still engrossed in eating, he decided to take her to elementary school first and then go to the company to see what was going on.

That's right, Tongtong started elementary school in September.

She successfully passed the primary school entrance exam and skipped directly from kindergarten to first grade.

This incident caused quite a stir in the kindergarten and primary school at the time, but Tongtong herself didn't think it was a big deal.

She found the first-grade textbooks much more interesting than the picture books in kindergarten.

Tongtong used her little spoon to scrape the last bit of millet porridge from the bowl, put it in her mouth, chewed it twice, swallowed it, then wiped her little mouth with a tissue, looked up at Moye, and asked in her childish voice:

"Aren't Mom and Dad taking Tongtong to school today?"

Mo Ye reached out and wiped a grain of millet from the corner of her mouth, his voice gentle:

"Mom has something to do today, so Dad will take Tongtong to school."

Tongtong hummed twice, slid off the chair, picked up her bear backpack, and skipped and hopped towards the door.

Mo Ye drove Tongtong to school.

The primary school and kindergarten are on the same campus, in the buildings next to the kindergarten.

Tongtong jumped off the car with her teddy bear backpack on her back, waved her chubby little hand at Mo Ye, and then skipped and hopped inside.

There were no teachers waiting for her at the school gate anymore, so she carried her schoolbag and walked into the teaching building by herself.

Mo Ye watched her small figure disappear at the entrance of the teaching building before starting the car and driving towards He Wanqing's company.

When he pushed open the door and entered the office, He Wanqing was leaning back in her chair, holding a pen in her hand, unconsciously tapping it lightly on the desk, her brows slightly furrowed, looking preoccupied.

Mo Ye walked over, stood beside her, and gently squeezed her shoulder, his voice soft: "What's wrong?"

He Wanqing raised her head, glanced at him, and moved her lips. She wanted to say something to him, but then she thought that it would only add to his troubles, so there was no need.

She shook her head, her voice soft, tinged with weariness and a hint of bravado: "It's nothing, just a small problem, I can handle it."

She stood up, leaned into his arms, and pressed her face against his chest.

Mo Ye reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him, while pinching her fair cheek with his other hand.

"This isn't a small matter, is it? Tell me about it, maybe I can help you."

He Wanqing buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled, tinged with helplessness and dejection: "This isn't a technical problem."

She knew that Mo Ye was only good at technical skills, and that was something he probably couldn't do anything about.

Mo Ye looked down at her, a slight smile playing on his lips: "So you don't trust your husband, do you?"

He Wanqing quickly shook her head: "No, no, let me tell you."

She lifted her head from Mo Ye's embrace, sat back in her chair, and unconsciously traced circles on the table with her fingers. Her voice was calm, but there was a hint of anxiety in her eyes.

"Our company had secured a big deal because of the advanced programming you provided, and the company was pushing it forward with all its might."

Unexpectedly, the client is now trying to breach the contract. Although there is a penalty for breach of contract, the company has already produced this batch of goods, and they are all stuck in inventory, resulting in a significant loss for the company.

She paused, then lowered her voice, "This is also a problem that's giving me a headache."

Mo Ye leaned against the desk, arms crossed, his brow furrowing slightly: "Aren't there any other partners?"

He Wanqing shook her head, her voice carrying a hint of resentment and grievance:

"I feel like our company has been set up. So many potential partners came to us before, but now we haven't heard from any of them."

Mo Ye thought for a moment, looked at her, and said seriously, "As long as we have partners, that's fine, right?"

He Wanqing nodded: "There are quite a few companies like this, but not many that can actually solve company problems."

She looked up at Mo Ye, her eyes slightly red, her nose wrinkled, and her voice carried a hint of coquettishness and grievance: "They bullied me."

Mo Ye looked at the little woman in his arms, who was acting coquettishly, and couldn't help but smile. He reached out and ruffled her hair, saying, "Your husband has a way."

He Wanqing's eyes lit up instantly, and her voice rose several octaves: "Really?"

Mo Ye looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips: "How about YSM Company?"

He Wanqing froze for a moment, her eyes widening, her mouth opening and closing, her voice filled with disbelief and excitement:

"You're not talking about that world-leading YSM Group, are you? How could they possibly be interested in a small company like mine?"

They're one of the world's top 50 companies, and they've only been established for five years. Give them some more time, and who knows how terrifying they'll become.

Moreover, it has a military background and strong national support.

"If our company gets in touch with this company, our market value could increase several times over." She said in one breath, her chest rising and falling slightly.

Mo Ye's lips curled up: "What if I could set you up?"

"Sure, if you can get me connected, I can do whatever you want."

"Is it okay if I do it that way?"

He Wanqing's face instantly turned red, the blush spreading from her ears all the way down to her neck.

Of course she knew what he was talking about; he had mentioned a few difficult moves before, and she had to call out to him while doing so...

She felt so ashamed that she refused.

She glared at him fiercely, her voice both urgent and shy: "We're talking about serious business right now, you..."

She bit her lip. "But if you can get me connected, you might... well, it's not impossible."

Mo Ye's eyes lit up, and his voice rose a few octaves: "Really?"

He Wanqing lowered her head, her voice muffled, like a mosquito's hum: "Would I lie to you?"

Mo Ye immediately took out his phone, sent a few messages, and then made a phone call.

The phone rang a few times before being answered, and he handed the phone to He Wanqing.

He Wanqing stared at her phone screen, paused for a moment, and asked with a hint of uncertainty in her voice, "Whose call was that?"

Mo Ye: "President of YSM Group"

He Wanqing laughed in exasperation, reached out and slapped him lightly, her voice tinged with reproach: "You're taking this so seriously?"