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

Mo Ye looked at her, a smirk playing on his lips: "Didn't I already give you my card?"

He Wanqing then realized, oh right, she still had his card!

She quickly asked, "How much money is inside?"

Mo Ye took out his phone, opened the bank app, and handed it to her.

He Wanqing looked down and counted the zeros at the end of the number, then gasped, her voice trembling: "Five hundred billion in cash? You earn ten billion a year!"

Mo Ye nodded: "More or less. The government is quite good to our company; we're still in the tax-free period."

He Wanqing's eyes sparkled like two twinkling stars, and her voice was filled with amazement and joy: "Wow~ so much money!"

Looking at her greedy little face, Mo Ye suddenly understood where Tongtong's money-grubbing nature came from.

He Wanqing looked up at Mo Ye: "Aren't you afraid I'll steal the money?"

Mo Ye smiled and reached out to pinch her cheek: "What's mine is yours, why should I care? Anyway, you can take care of me."

"I can support you by working."

Mo Ye nestled into her arms: "Yes, I am the domineering CEO's little darling husband."

He Wanqing reached out and patted his head: "Good to know, I'll take care of you."

Tongtong stood on the chair, munching on a crab leg. Watching her parents cuddling together, she pouted and then turned her attention back to the lobster in her hand.

Mo Ye put away his phone, picked up his chopsticks, and placed a piece of fish into He Wanqing's bowl:

"Let's eat first, and we can explain later. We have plenty of time in our lives."

He Wanqing looked at him, nodded, picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of fish, and put it in her mouth.

After finishing her meal, He Wanqing pushed the documents in front of him, slightly raising her chin, her voice carrying a hint of matter-of-fact urging and command: "Sign."

Mo Ye glanced down at the contract, picked up the pen, and without looking at it again, signed his name directly at the signature area.

Looking at his unwavering demeanor, He Wanqing said, "Aren't you afraid I'll impose an unfair contract?"

Mo Ye put down his pen, leaned back in his chair, and a smile played on his lips.

"It's okay. One side is mine, and the other side is yours. I get a share of both."

He Wanqing choked for a moment, opened her mouth, and then closed it again.

It seems that this is indeed the case.

Looking at the bright sky outside the window, Mo Ye changed the subject: "Alright, let's have some fun before we go back."

He Wanqing paused for a moment, then narrowed her eyes: "Is that why you didn't tell me your identity in the first place?"

Mo Ye: "Isn't it good that we have a public holiday? We can play for two weeks before going back."

He Wanqing: Okay, our family hasn't had a proper time to play yet.

Hearing this, Tongtong immediately jumped up from her little chair, patting her round little belly with her chubby hands: "Yay~ Let's go play!"

The three of them returned to the hotel, to the room that Mo Ye had booked.

As soon as Tongtong entered the room, she clung to the bed, stood on tiptoe, and pressed her little face against the windowpane, looking at the Oriental Pearl Tower, which was already lit up outside.

The lights were dazzling, like a lighthouse that had fallen from the sky, shining brightly in the night.

He Wanqing looked at Tongtong, then suddenly spoke, her voice cool and carrying a hint of settling scores:

"Tongtong, do you remember what you did last night?"

Tongtong's little body stiffened for a moment, then she slowly turned her head, her two chubby little hands behind her back, her little face full of innocence and naivety, and said in a childish voice:

"What did Mom say? Tongtong is only three years old, she can't remember so many things!"

He Wanqing crossed her arms, glanced at her, and said in a cool voice, "Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely."

Tongtong pouted and replied in her childish voice:

"Confess and you'll be treated leniently, but your buttocks will be pierced; resist and you'll be punished severely, but Tongtong will have a peaceful New Year."

He Wanqing's lips twitched, and her voice deepened: "Come here."

Tongtong let out a "woof!" and quickly took two steps back, shaking her little head, her face full of vigilance and defensiveness: "No! Do you think Tongtong is stupid!"

He Wanqing sneered, "Are you coming over or not?"

Tongtong snorted, her chin held high, and said defiantly, "Come here!"

He Wanqing laughed in exasperation; she had never seen such a request before.

She strode forward with her long legs, walking step by step toward Tongtong.

As her mother drew closer, Tongtong panicked and started backing away while shouting:

"You're putting on airs! You're putting on airs!"

The two people ran around Mo Ye, who sat on the edge of the bed with a wide smile on his face.

Tongtong cried out as she was chased, her short legs moving incredibly fast: "Mommy, stop chasing me!"

He Wanqing's voice came from behind her, carrying a hint of unhurried composure: "Then stop."

Tongtong didn't even turn her head: "Do you think I'm some kind of idiot?"

After she finished speaking, she turned around and stuck her tongue out at He Wanqing. Then, she turned her head and, with a "thud," her little head bumped against the wall.

She touched her forehead; it didn't hurt. Just as she was about to continue running, a slender hand grabbed the back of her neck.

He Wanqing picked her up, turned her over to look at her forehead, and only after confirming there was no redness or swelling did the coldness in her voice soften slightly: "Are you alright?"

Tongtong was lifted into the air, her short legs dangling limply, but a smile had already bloomed on her face. Mom still loves me after all.

Her big eyes sparkled, and her voice was sweet and soft: "Mommy, I'm okay!"

He Wanqing's lips curled slightly, but she quickly regained her indifference: "It's good that you're alright, it won't stop me from beating you up."

Tongtong's face froze instantly. Before she could resist, she was pressed down to the side of the bed and slapped a few times on her bottom.

Tongtong's "Awooo" sounds echoed in the room.

After being spanked, Tongtong lay on the bed with her chubby little hands under her chin, and it seemed like there was still invisible smoke rising from her little bottom.

She began to whimper, her voice muffled, filled with accusation and grievance: "Daddy, Mommy's a bad person!"

Mo Ye sat beside her, reached out and ruffled her little head, his voice tinged with a mixture of helplessness and affection:

"Who told you to provoke her every day? You knew you'd get beaten up."

Tongtong turned her head away, her little mouth pouting, her eyes wide: "Daddy, which side are you on?! Tongtong asked you to comfort Tongtong!"

He Wanqing leaned against the headboard, arms crossed, looking at the little dumpling with pouting lips, her voice drifting over calmly: "Of course your father is on my side."

Tongtong propped her chubby cheeks up, turned her head away angrily, and mumbled in her childish voice, "They're all bad guys. I want to sleep now."

Mo Ye reached out and turned off the light, plunging the room into a gentle darkness.

Tongtong snuggled up and nestled into Mo Ye's arms like a slippery little fish, pressing her face against his chest, and soothed herself.