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

Mo Ye quickly waved his hand, his voice carrying a hint of refusal and gratitude:

"No need, Master's wife. We'll stay tonight and leave tomorrow. There's no need for such trouble."

Shangguan Qing thought for a moment and then suggested, "That works too. You can come back with me and stay for the night."

Mo Ye did not refuse and nodded.

The group returned to Shangguan Qing's villa.

Tongtong curiously stretched her little neck and looked around, her big eyes darting around, everything seemed new and exciting to her.

He Wanqing gently tugged at her little hand and whispered a reminder: "Tongtong, you can't be so rude."

Shangguan Qing heard this, turned around and smiled, her voice gentle: "Tongtong, just treat this as your own home."

Tongtong tilted her little face up and said in her childish voice, "Grandma's house is so beautiful."

Shangguan Qing: "Thank you, Tongtong."

Tongtong chuckled.

That night, the three of them sat on the large bed in the room.

Mo Ye leaned against the headboard, He Wanqing leaned on his shoulder, and Tongtong lay between them, like the filling in a sandwich cookie.

Mo Ye: "Where are we planning to go?"

He Wanqing thought for a moment, her voice filled with longing and concern: "Let's go to Kyoto. My grandmother mentioned before that she wanted to see Xiaotongtong."

Tongtong lifted her head from the bed, her little face full of confusion and curiosity, and asked in her childish voice, "Mommy's grandma? Tongtong doesn't remember her~"

He Wanqing reached out and gently rubbed her little head, her voice carrying a hint of reminiscence:

"Of course you don't remember. Your great-grandmother only came to see you once, when you were born."

Tongtong tilted her head and thought for a moment, then asked in her childish voice, "Then shall we go see Great-Grandma tomorrow?"

He Wanqing nodded, her voice soft: "Yes, I'll go tomorrow."

The next morning, Shangguan Qing sent someone to take them to the airport.

At noon, the plane landed at Kyoto Airport.

As the three of them walked out of the arrival gate, they saw a middle-aged man standing in the crowd of people waiting to pick up passengers, waving at them.

He Wanqing walked over quickly, her voice filled with warmth and joy: "Uncle!"

Mo Ye also called out, "Uncle."

Jiang Chang looked Mo Ye up and down, nodded, and said with satisfaction and affirmation, "Not bad, Wanqing's taste is as good as ever."

Mo Ye smiled, his voice sincere: "Thank you, Uncle."

Jiang Chang then looked at Tongtong, bent down, and opened his arms: "Little Tongtong, come and give me a hug."

Tongtong was already used to being carried around like this, so she stepped forward and was picked up by Jiang Chang.

Jiang Chang lifted her up a little, looked into her big, bright eyes, and smiled.

He said to He Wanqing, "Your maternal grandmother has already prepared a banquet at home and is waiting for you."

He Wanqing nodded, a feeling of anticipation and warmth welling up inside her.

As the car drove through Kyoto's old town, the houses on both sides grew lower and lower, with gray walls and blue tiles. Some of the plaster had peeled off, revealing the dark bricks underneath.

Tongtong pressed her face against the car window, her big eyes darting around as she looked at the houses, which were much older than she had imagined, and muttered something to herself.

My maternal uncle's family was very poor.

She didn't dare to say it aloud, but just pursed her lips, her little head already calculating whether the money in her bear backpack was enough to help her great-grandmother's family buy a new house.

The car stopped in front of a courtyard house.

The vermilion gate had a gleaming brass door knocker, and a very high threshold; Tongtong almost tripped when she jumped out of the car.

She steadied herself, tilted her little head back, and looked around. The yard was large, but the walls were indeed old, and the tiles were dusty and gray.

She was certain that her great-grandmother's family was poor, their house was not nice enough, and it was low and looked old.

This was the first time Mo Ye had ever seen a real courtyard house. He stood at the entrance and couldn't help but take a look.

With its blue bricks and gray tiles, carved window frames, and an old locust tree in the center of the courtyard, its lush branches casting a large, dense shade in the afternoon sun.

Although it looks old, every corner is kept clean and tidy, and there isn't even a weed in the cracks of the stone slabs. It has an air of age and makes you feel like you've stepped back into ancient times.

Mo Ye silently sighed to himself: Is this the house where Master Jing lives?

It definitely has a different feel from houses in the south.

Jiang Chang walked ahead, pushed open the door to the main hall, and stepped aside to let them in.

There weren't many people inside, just a few aunties standing around busy with something.

An elderly woman who looked to be in her seventies sat in a chair in the main hall. Her hair was gray and neatly combed. She was wearing a dark-colored jacket. Although her back was a little hunched, her eyes were still bright.

Several women of similar age were standing nearby, talking to the old lady.

He Wanqing strode forward, her voice filled with the warmth and joy of a long-awaited reunion: "Grandma."

Zhang Guilan raised her head, squinted at her for a moment, and a smile slowly spread across her face, her voice carrying a hint of reproach and longing:

"Oh, Wanqing, it's been so long since I've seen you. All you've been thinking about is work. You've almost forgotten about this old woman."

She glanced at Mo Ye beside He Wanqing and asked, "Is that your husband next to you?"

He Wanqing nodded.

Mo Ye stepped forward, his voice respectful and sincere: "Hello, Grandma."

Zhang Guilan looked him up and down, her gaze lingering on his face for a moment before she nodded, her voice filled with affirmation and satisfaction: "Young man, not bad."

She asked everyone to sit down before turning her attention to her beloved Xiaotongtong.

She beckoned to Tongtong, her voice soft and gentle, like calling to a kitten: "Tongtong, come here, let Grandma give you a hug."

Tongtong ran over and was picked up by Zhang Guilan and placed on her lap.

Zhang Guilan squeezed her chubby little hand, then pinched her little cheek, and nodded with satisfaction, her voice filled with relief and joy:

"Not bad, not bad, you're raising him well. Is your little one starting kindergarten yet?"

Tongtong puffed out her little chest and said in a clear, bright voice, "Tongtong is in first grade now!"

Zhang Guilan paused for a moment, looking down at the little dumpling in her arms, her voice tinged with surprise and confusion: "Isn't your little darling only three years old?"

Tongtong nodded and said in her childish voice:

"Tongtong could have been in third grade~ Those teachers said Tongtong was too young and wouldn't let her go. They're all bad guys."

Zhang Guilan was amused by her mature demeanor, her voice filled with admiration and affection: "My little darling is so amazing!"

Tongtong shyly twisted her little body and waved her little hand: "Actually, it's just average, third in the world."

Zhang Guilan was completely amused by her, hugged her and kissed her: "Good, good, good, our little darling is the smartest person in the world!"

When Tongtong saw that her great-grandmother was so understanding, she started talking non-stop, like a machine gun that had just started.

She talked about fun things in kindergarten, her new friends in elementary school, her pet turtle, and the little boy in her class who always liked to pull her braids.

She chattered on and on, a true social butterfly, not shy at all.

After listening to her story, Zhang Guilan exclaimed, "This child is going to be extraordinary in the future."

Upon hearing this, Tongtong immediately chimed in, "When Tongtong unifies the elementary school, she'll make her great-grandmother the bandit leader!"