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

He Wanqing's face flushed instantly, and she reached out to cover his mouth: "Can you please not use such vulgar language!"

Mo Ye's mouth was covered by her hand, and his voice escaped through her fingers, muffled and indistinct: "Then what should I say?"

He Wanqing turned her face away: "I don't care, you just can't say it."

Mo Ye pulled her hand away and kissed her on the lips: "I'll do whatever you say."

Almost three months have passed in the blink of an eye.

The flowers in the courtyard of Qingzhu Garden are in full bloom, and the spring breeze blows in through the window, carrying the scent of earth and grass.

He Wanqing leaned back on the sofa, holding a book in her hands. After reading only a few pages, she yawned, her eyelids drooping. She rubbed her eyes, her voice filled with confusion and weariness: "Why am I so sleepy lately?"

Mo Ye peeked out from the kitchen, holding a cup of hot milk, with faint dark circles under his eyes.

"You've been doing this several times almost every night lately, how can you not be tired?"

He walked over, put the milk on the coffee table, and looked at her sideways. "After the wedding, you really stopped pretending."

He Wanqing took the milk, took a sip, put down the cup, and unconsciously rubbed her fingers along the rim of the cup: "It still feels like something's not right."

Mo Ye was about to grab the cup when his hand froze in mid-air. He slowly turned his head to look at her face, his voice tinged with uncertainty and nervousness: "It can't be...."

He Wanqing was also stunned for a moment. She looked down at her stomach, then looked up at Mo Ye, and opened her mouth, "No way?"

She put down the cup, stood up, and quickly walked into the bathroom.

Mo Ye followed her to the door and saw her holding a pregnancy test stick in her hand. She looked at it carefully under the light and then froze on the spot.

She turned around, her voice filled with a mixture of surprise and joy: "It really is true... I'm pregnant."

Mo Ye's heart skipped a beat. He walked over, grabbed her shoulder, and said with unprecedented tension, "Let's go to the hospital."

Seeing his nervous expression, He Wanqing couldn't help but laugh: "There's no need to be so nervous."

Mo Ye shook his head, his voice carrying an unyielding insistence:

"I wasn't by your side when you were pregnant with Tongtong last time, this time I..."

He Wanqing reached out and covered his mouth, her voice soft but firm: "It wasn't your fault last time."

Mo Ye lowered his head, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down; he still felt a little guilty.

He Wanqing tiptoed and kissed him on the lips: "Then you'd better take good care of me this time."

Mo Ye looked at her and nodded seriously: "I will."

He Wanqing wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest: "I believe you."

Mo Ye lowered his head and placed a kiss on the top of her head: "Let's go to the hospital to get checked out first."

After the examination, the two sat in the examination room. Mo Ye sat up straight with his hands on his knees, looking as upright as a kindergarten child in class.

He stared at the doctor, waiting for her to speak. The doctor flipped through the report in her hand, then glanced at the nervous Mo Ye in front of her, and a slight smile appeared on her lips: "At least you look like a husband."

She put down the report, a hint of a smile in her voice, "Congratulations, it's twins, and you're six weeks along."

Mo Ye and He Wanqing were both stunned for a moment. They looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.

The doctor opened a booklet and began explaining the precautions: "During pregnancy, pay attention to a balanced diet, appropriate exercise, and maintaining a happy mood..."

She talked for a while, then closed the booklet, and finally emphasized, "The situation with twins is quite special, and they cannot have sexual intercourse in the near future."

The two walked out of the consultation room, and He Wanqing lowered her head listlessly.

Mo Ye turned his head to look at her, his voice tinged with concern: "What's wrong? Are you tired?"

He Wanqing raised her head, her small mouth slightly pouting, her voice muffled:

"I can't do that... How am I supposed to relieve stress? I need it every day."

Mo Ye paused for a moment, then pulled her back.

The doctor was writing something with his head down when he heard footsteps. He looked up and saw the man who had just left walk back in.

Mo Ye cleared his throat: "Doctor, um... room..."

The doctor's face immediately hardened. He slammed his pen on the table and glared at them: "You're twins, it's definitely not going to work anytime soon!"

Mo Ye turned his head to look at He Wanqing, his voice carrying a hint of helplessness and mischief: "I already said it wouldn't work, but you didn't believe me."

He Wanqing's face flushed even more, her voice both urgent and shy: "Mo Ye!"

Mo Ye quickly stepped aside, and He Wanqing followed for a couple of steps. Mo Ye then stopped and caught her. The two of them joked around in the consultation room for a while, oblivious to everyone else.

The doctor, watching them, finally couldn't hold back any longer and tapped the table: "Go outside and show your love outside."

Mo Ye coughed, took He Wanqing's hand, and quickly walked out: "Understood, doctor."

On the way back, Mo Ye held He Wanqing's arm the whole time, walking very slowly, as if he were escorting some fragile treasure.

He Wanqing felt a little embarrassed as he helped her up: "Don't be so nervous, it's only been six weeks."

Mo Ye shook his head, his voice carrying an unyielding seriousness: "No, I need to keep an eye on you."

He Wanqing felt a warmth in her heart and stopped refusing.

After arriving home, Mo Ye turned on her computer and started searching for books on pregnancy science. Then she drove to a bookstore and bought a stack of them.

When he carried the stack of books into the living room, He Wanqing was curled up on the sofa peeling oranges. When she saw the books, her expression stiffened slightly.

She remembered the long list of things she couldn't eat, and just looking at it made her feel like there was no hope for the future.

She put down the oranges: "Honey, can we not watch this?"

Mo Ye had already opened the first book: "No."

He Wanqing pouted, her voice carrying a hint of grievance and protest.

Mo Ye looked up at her dejected appearance and put down his book: "What's wrong?"

Mo Ye was completely baffled. After coaxing her for a while, she finally mumbled, "Those things look awful..."

Mo Ye paused for a moment, then smiled and ruffled her hair: "Then let's see if there are any delicious recipes."

Then he called Jiang Hui.

As soon as the call connected, Jiang Hui's voice came through the receiver: "What is it? If there's nothing else, I'll hang up."

Mo Ye was already used to it. He cleared his throat and said, "Mom, Wanqing is pregnant."

There was a second of silence on the other end of the phone, then Jiang Hui's voice suddenly rose eight octaves: "Why didn't you say so sooner! I'm coming right now!"

Before Mo Ye could say anything more, the receiver went dead with a busy signal.

He put down his phone, looked at He Wanqing, and shook his head helplessly.

The next morning, as soon as the doorbell rang once, Mo Ye opened the door.

Jiang Hui and Jiang Shuya stood outside the door, carrying large and small bags. Behind them was a car with its trunk open, containing several styrofoam boxes.

Mo Ye was taken aback: "Mom, how come you got here so quickly?"

Jiang Shuya said as she entered, "You didn't even tell me about something this big! I wouldn't have known if Xiaohui hadn't told me! You two really think you're all grown up!"