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

He Wanqing lowered her head in anger and gently bit his arm.

Mo Ye finally stopped when she was too exhausted to beg for mercy.

He pulled her closer to him, resting his chin on the top of her head, and said softly, "Wanqing, you are so beautiful."

He Wanqing's voice was muffled, carrying a hint of lingering anger and grievance: "She's beautiful, but you don't even know how to cherish a lady."

Mo Ye's voice carried a hint of mischief: "Didn't you say...?"

He Wanqing quickly covered his mouth with her hand, her voice both urgent and embarrassed: "You can't believe anything he says in that situation!"

Mo Ye looked down at her, his gaze fixed on her.

Feeling guilty under his gaze, He Wanqing quickly turned over, pulled the blanket up to her chin, and said in a muffled voice, "I want to sleep."

Mo Ye smiled and hugged her from behind.

He Wanqing felt his warm chest against her back, and the corners of her mouth slowly turned up as she closed her eyes.

The next morning, Tongtong ran in.

She was wearing bunny pajamas and had messy hair, looking like a drowsy kitten waking up in the morning light.

She climbed onto the bed, patted Mo Ye's chest with her little hand, and called out in a childish voice, "Daddy, Mommy, Tongtong is going to school!"

Mo Ye opened his eyes, looked at the energetic little dumpling, and said in a hoarse voice, still sleepy, "Okay, Daddy will get up now."

He got up to prepare breakfast, while He Wanqing remained snuggled in bed, showing no signs of waking up.

Tongtong stood by the bed, looking at He Wanqing who was still in bed, and asked softly:

"Why isn't Mom awake yet? Did she go to work again last night?"

Mo Ye put his index finger to his lips and shushed her, his voice very low: "Mom is tired, keep your voice down."

Tongtong quickly covered her mouth with her two chubby little hands, nodded vigorously, and her little face was full of seriousness.

Mo Ye and Tong Tong went downstairs. One was busy in the kitchen, while the other sat obediently at the dining table waiting.

The millet porridge was bubbling away in the pot, and the edges of the fried egg were golden brown and crispy.

Mo Ye prepared breakfast before going upstairs to wake up his precious baby.

He Wanqing was still nestled in the blankets, with only her furry head and a section of her fair nape showing, like a snail curled up in its shell.

Mo Ye bent down and pulled her out of the covers. He Wanqing was so limp that she leaned against him, not even lifting her eyelids, her voice soft and gentle: "I don't want to get up..."

Mo Ye gently patted her bottom: "Get up."

He Wanqing opened her eyes, lowered her head and bit his shoulder, her voice muffled: "You bad guy."

Mo Ye smiled, placed her on the bedside, and pushed her into the bathroom: "Get up and wash up."

He Wanqing nodded. She was going to the company today; it had been so long since she had been there.

She was a little embarrassed, even though it was under the guise of official leave.

The three people sat at the dining table eating breakfast.

Tongtong stared at the millet porridge in front of her, her little feet swinging back and forth under the chair, urging, "Hurry up! Tongtong's starving!"

Mo Ye ladled a bowl of soup for her and placed it in front of her.

After they finished eating, Mo Ye and He Wanqing took her to school.

Tongtong, carrying her little bear backpack, skipped and hopped into the school gate.

Watching her energetic little figure disappear into the distance, Mo Ye couldn't help but sigh, "Tongtong really loves going to school..."

He Wanqing leaned back in her chair, a knowing, all-knowing smile on her lips: "I guess she likes being the boss, not school."

Mo Ye paused for a moment, then laughed. It might really be true.

When the two arrived at the company and pushed open the office door, they were overwhelmed by the mountain of documents piled on their desks.

The documents were stacked up like small mountain peaks.

Mo Ye said, "So many."

He Wanqing picked up the top document, flipped through it, then put it down, her voice tinged with helplessness and exhaustion:

"There's no way around it. We've already had a lot of work to do since we haven't been working for so many days. And now that we've connected with you, with the company expanding rapidly, the workload will probably only increase in the coming days."

Mo Ye sat down next to her: "Then this period of time is going to be very tough?"

He Wanqing nodded: "I'm used to it. It was normal for me to work overtime until the early hours of the morning before."

Mo Ye reached out and took her hand: "I'll take care of you from now on."

He Wanqing felt a warmth in her heart, and grasped his hand in return, saying softly, "Okay, let's get to work."

The two of them began to bury themselves in their work, the clatter of keyboards and the rustling of turning pages mingling together.

The clock on the wall ticked from morning to noon, then from noon to evening, and the sunlight outside the window changed from gold to orange-red, then from orange-red to deep blue.

Mo Ye rubbed his aching arms, glanced at the clock on the wall, and said with a hint of surprise and exhaustion in his voice:

"This is the first time we've been so busy this late. Luckily, Auntie was able to help pick up Tongtong."

It's already 9 p.m., and the city lights outside the window are bright.

He Wanqing also put down her pen, leaned back in her chair, stretched, and said with a hint of apology and gratitude in her voice, "Thank you for your hard work."

Mo Ye tilted his head to look at her, a mischievous smile playing on his lips:

"Didn't my sister say she'd take care of me? Why do I still have to work?"

He Wanqing was taken aback by his words. She knew it wasn't about work, so she gently patted his arm and asked, "What kind of reward do you want?"

Mo Ye leaned close to her ear and whispered a few words. He Wanqing's face instantly turned bright red: "No!"

Mo Ye didn't give up, his voice seductive: "Just once, okay?"

He Wanqing bit her lip, lowered her head, and said in a muffled voice, like a mosquito's hum, "...Just once."

Mo Ye's eyes lit up, and he secretly calculated in his heart that if it happened once, it would happen twice.

He sped up his processing of the documents, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

Looking at his impatient appearance, He Wanqing couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "Pervert."

Mo Ye didn't care at all; in fact, the corners of his mouth curled up even higher. Finally, the last document was finished.

Mo Ye put down his pen, raised his head, and his eyes were filled with an undisguised fervor.

He Wanqing bit her red lips, feeling the heat in his gaze, and her heart skipped a beat.

Mo Ye stood up, walked to her, bent down and picked her up from the chair, placing her on the desk.

He Wanqing braced her hands on the table behind her, her legs dangling in the air. She was wearing a business suit and high heels, and her black pencil skirt accentuated her beautiful curves.

She glanced down at her high heels, reached out to take them off, and said with a hint of hesitation and embarrassment, "Let me take my shoes off first."

Mo Ye shook his head, his voice low, slightly hoarse and earnest: "No need."