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

He Wanqing's face turned even redder, her voice carrying a hint of reproach and embarrassment: "You really are a pervert."

"Say a few more curses."

He Wanqing was speechless after hearing his words, and turned her face away angrily.

The office was quiet, with only the sound of two people breathing together.

An hour later, He Wanqing leaned against Mo Ye's chest, looking down at her disheveled appearance. She angrily bit his shoulder and muffledly said, "You bad guy."

Mo Ye lowered his head and kissed her forehead, then picked her up from the desk and carried her into the lounge.

He helped her change into clean clothes, then threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine, pressed the switch, and the washing machine started humming and making a soft water sound.

He walked back, squatted down in front of her, and then bent down with his back to her.

He Wanqing climbed onto his back, wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her face against the back of his neck, smelled his familiar scent, and slowly closed her eyes.

Mo Ye carried her on his back and walked into the elevator.

He Wanqing picked up her phone and dialed Jiang Shuya's number.

The call connected after two rings, and Jiang Shuya's voice came through the receiver: "What is it?"

He Wanqing: "Mom, is Tongtong asleep?"

Jiang Shuya glanced back at the little dumpling on the living room carpet, who was squatting and playing with crabs with He Wanning. For some reason, the little girl was unusually energetic tonight and refused to sleep, poking the little crabs with her chubby little hands.

Jiang Shuya paused for a moment, then said in a steady voice, as if reading a textbook: "Tongtong is asleep."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Tongtong's voice came from the background: "Aww~ Auntie's a bad girl!"

He Wanqing's lips twitched; of course she knew that the little dumpling was not asleep at all.

Jiang Shuya coughed and said, "Tongtong can stay here with me. You two can enjoy your time together."

He Wanqing paused, then said softly, "Okay..."

Jiang Shuya didn't say anything more and hung up the phone decisively.

He Wanqing put down her phone, turned her head to look at Mo Ye, and said with a hint of helplessness and amusement in her voice, "Tongtong is staying at my mom's house tonight."

Mo Ye had already heard it, nodded, and said nothing.

He carried He Wanqing to the car, bent down and put her in the passenger seat, closed the door, went around to the driver's seat and started the car.

When the two returned home, Mo Ye took off his suit jacket and hung it on the coat rack in the entryway. He turned to He Wanqing and asked, "What are we having for dinner tonight?"

He Wanqing changed into slippers, walked to the center of the living room, turned around and looked at him: "Candlelight dinner."

"Okay," Mo Ye said.

He went into the kitchen, put on an apron, took two steaks from the refrigerator, and put them on the cutting board to thaw.

He Wanqing didn't sit idle. She opened the wine cabinet, picked out a bottle of red wine, and then took out a candlestick from the drawer, inserted two white candles into it, and placed it in the center of the dining table.

She set out the tableware, adjusted the position of the candlesticks, took two steps back to look at them, and then stepped forward to adjust them again.

Mo Ye plated the cooked steak, fried a few asparagus spears, sprinkled them with salt and black pepper, and served them on the table.

He Wanqing lit the candle with a lighter, and the orange flame flickered, illuminating the small area around the dining table.

He Wanqing turned off the living room lights, leaving only the light of two candles.

Mo Ye sat down at the dining table, waiting for He Wanqing to sit opposite him.

He Wanqing walked over, reached out and patted his hand that was supporting him on the table, her voice carrying a hint of reproach and a sense of entitlement: "Take it away."

Mo Ye paused, removed his hand, but a smile crept onto his lips as he looked on, wanting to see what she was up to.

He Wanqing plopped down in his lap, snuggled up against his legs to find the most comfortable spot, then looked up at him, her voice soft and sweet: "I'm hungry."

Mo Ye wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him, and looked down at her, his voice carrying a hint of mischievous laughter:

"Didn't I feed you enough just now?"

He Wanqing blushed slightly, reached out and patted his chest, her voice both urgent and shy: "You! I want to eat, don't overthink it."

Mo Ye looked down at the little woman in his arms, his voice carrying a hint of teasing and helplessness:

"Aren't you trying to seduce me? How can you blame me for this?"

He Wanqing puffed out her cheeks and said in a muffled voice, "No, don't even think about it."

Mo Ye stopped teasing her, picked up his knife and fork, cut a piece of steak, speared it with his fork, and brought it to her lips, his voice gentle: "Ah~"

He Wanqing opened her mouth, took a bite, chewed a couple of times, and her eyes lit up.

After Mo Ye finished eating, he took a bite himself, chewed it, and then put the remaining small piece to her mouth.

He Wanqing took another bite, chewed, and swallowed, her voice filled with satisfaction and admiration: "The steak you fried is really delicious."

Mo Ye looked at her satisfied little face and said, "You're more delicious."

He Wanqing blushed again, pouted her rosy lips, and then Mo Ye lowered his head and kissed her.

After kissing for a while, Mo Ye's hands started to wander, and He Wanqing felt herself being lifted up and placed on the edge of the dining table.

She quickly pushed against his chest, her voice both urgent and shy: "No!"

Mo Ye's eyes cleared a little. He stopped what he was doing, pulled her back into his arms, and continued eating.

The two of them dawdled, feeding each other bite by bite, until they finally finished off all the food on the table.

He Wanqing leaned against Mo Ye's chest, her voice carrying a hint of contentment and languor: "I'm full."

Mo Ye looked down at her: "I'm not full."

He Wanqing looked up at him: "Shall I make you some noodles?"

Mo Ye nodded, picked her up from the chair, and headed upstairs.

He Wanqing was stunned for a moment, then realized what she meant, her voice both urgent and embarrassed: "No, I meant I'm going to cook noodles for you... no... I mean I'll cook noodles for you!"

Mo Ye didn't even turn his head: "I don't care."

He carried her upstairs to the second floor, pushed open the bedroom door, and closed it with his heel.

More than an hour later, He Wanqing leaned against him, her breathing still not completely calm. Her voice was muffled, with a hint of reproach and accusation: "You scoundrel, all you do is bully me."

Mo Ye lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, then picked her up from the bed and carried her into the bathroom.

The hot water washed away the sweat and fatigue, and also diluted the ambiguous atmosphere from before.

After he helped her take a bath, he wrapped her in a towel, carried her to the dressing table, picked up a hairdryer, turned on the warm setting, and slowly ran his fingers through her hair, drying each strand of wet hair.

He Wanqing kept her eyes closed. The hairdryer stopped, and Mo Ye carried her back to bed, pulled the blanket over both of their shoulders, and placed a kiss on her forehead, his voice low and gentle: "Goodnight."

He Wanqing snuggled closer to him, finding the most comfortable position, and closed her eyes.

The next day, the two went to the company after breakfast.

With Jiang Shuya taking care of Tongtong, they don't need to worry about her.

Looking at the stack of documents on the table, which was significantly smaller than yesterday, Mo Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief: "We should be able to finish processing them today."

He Wanqing nodded: "Although there are many, it's not a problem for two people to handle them."

Sure enough, by 3 p.m., the two of them had finished all their work.

He Wanqing put down her pen, leaned back in her chair, stretched languidly, and said with a relieved and delighted tone, "So early!"

Mo Ye closed his laptop, turned his head to look at her, and his voice carried a hint of expectation:

"We have a day off tomorrow, so we can go look at rings tonight."