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

He Wanqing raised her head, moonlight shimmering in her eyes: "Okay, let's be together in the next life too."

Mo Ye lowered his head and looked into her eyes: "Wanqing, I love you."

He Wanqing didn't answer immediately. She turned her head and gave him a mischievous look: "Do you really love me?"

Mo Ye paused for a moment, then said, "Of course."

He Wanqing: "You're not even enthusiastic about sex anymore, yet you still say you love me."

Mo Ye was taken aback by her words, opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He was silent for a long time: "Doing too much of this is bad for your health."

He Wanqing: "I feel great."

She paused, then began counting on her fingers, doing so with great seriousness.

"You owed me once last time, twice the time before that, and..."

Mo Ye quickly interrupted her, his voice carrying a hint of pleading: "You're even better at keeping track of debts than I am at this."

He Wanqing lowered her hand, turned her head to look at him, and smiled slyly: "Do I owe you money? I owe you billions."

Mo Ye was speechless after being choked by her words, and could only say quietly, "Wanqing, you're really getting more and more lewd."

He Wanqing puffed out her chest confidently: "Please, you're my husband. Isn't it normal for us to flirt a little?"

She blinked. "I can wear your favorite sheer stockings tonight~ And I can even cosplay..."

Mo Ye quickly waved his hand: "No, thank you."

He Wanqing continued, "I can wear a wedding dress too. Isn't this your favorite? I bought two new ones."

Mo Ye's expression was starting to betray him. He cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound serious: "Wanqing, life still has poetry and distant places, and many beautiful things..."

He Wanqing got angry and grabbed his wrist: "Get out of here! You're asking for it! Come inside with me!"

Mo Ye clung to the doorframe with one hand: "No!"

He Wanqing pulled hard, and with a "bang," the door was locked from the inside.

Two hours later, He Wanqing leaned against him, her voice filled with satisfaction and contentment: "Today was great."

Mo Ye lay down beside him, staring at the ceiling, thinking that he was only twenty-six years old. He didn't dare to imagine what it would be like when he was thirty-six.

He was silent for a moment, then spoke softly, "Wanqing, I'm going to start abstaining from lust."

He Wanqing immediately sat up, looked down at him, and said coldly, "If you dare to abstain from sex, I dare to beat you to death."

Mo Ye felt a chill run down his spine from her gaze and quickly changed the subject:

"Wanqing, you weren't like this before. You were a famously aloof female CEO. How could you stoop to such a low level?"

He Wanqing lay back down, snuggling into his arms: "Doing this several times a day, I feel my work efficiency has improved a lot, and I'm in a great mood every day..."

After listening to her, Mo Ye fell silent. Then, he quietly took out his phone and started ordering goji berries. He needed to brew a cup every day to drink, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to handle it as he got older.

He had just placed the order when he felt a weight on him; He Wanqing had sat on him again.

10 PM.

He Wanqing went downstairs and brought up a plate of grilled oysters and chives, placing it on the bedside table as if she had completed a strategic resupply.

Mo Ye's eyes lit up as he looked at the steaming plate of oysters: "How did you know I was hungry?"

He Wanqing pushed the plate towards him: "Eat quickly, we still have the second half later."

Mo Ye had just picked up an oyster and put it in his mouth when he heard this and almost choked. He coughed twice, his voice trembling, "What...?"

He Wanqing reached out and brushed a strand of hair that had fallen to the side of her face, a faint smile playing on her lips: "I'll wear your favorite wedding dress later~"

Mo Ye put down his chopsticks and cleared his throat: "Wanqing, I forgot that Xiaopang asked me to go out for drinks tonight."

He Wanqing's expression remained unchanged. She picked up her phone and dialed Su Qianyue's number. She said a few words to the other end, then hung up. She looked at him expressionlessly, her right foot tapping the floor in her slippers.

Looking at her expression, Mo Ye had a premonition that he was doomed.

He Wanqing said in a cool voice, "You still dare to lie."

Mo Ye shrank back, his voice muffled: "I won't do it again."

He Wanqing handed the chopsticks back to him, her tone urging, "Eat quickly, I'm hungry."

Mo Ye looked at the plate of oysters and chives in front of him, then at the woman next to him who was looking at him with tenderness. He had only one thought in his mind: was his Wanqing possessed by some kind of demon?

He slowly picked up an oyster, but He Wanqing snatched the chopsticks from his hand, picked up another oyster, and held it to his lips, saying gently, "Here, I'll feed you."

Looking at the gentle and virtuous expression on her face, Mo Ye felt it was more terrifying than interrogation, but he still obediently opened his mouth.

He Wanqing picked up another one and fed him another bite of chives. Mo Ye ate it bite by bite, sweating profusely from his back.

After finishing the last oyster, He Wanqing pushed the plate aside and then pushed him back onto the bed: "That's a good boy."

The next morning, Mo Ye woke up first.

He glanced at the person still fast asleep beside him. He Wanqing was nestled in the blankets, only her face, glowing with a rosy luster, was visible. Her eyelashes drooped quietly, and her breathing was long and even.

He couldn't resist reaching out and pinching her cheek, muttering under his breath, "This vixen."

He Wanqing suddenly opened her eyes: "You want it?"

Mo Ye was taken aback for a moment, then quickly shook his head: "I didn't."

He Wanqing pointed a finger at his chest: "But I want it."

Mo Ye glanced at the sky outside the window, then at the alarm clock on the bedside table: "Haven't only two hours passed?"

He Wanqing pouted, her voice carrying a self-righteous air of deceit: "That happened last night, it's this morning now."

Mo Ye tried to reason with him: "This morning doesn't count as today."

He Wanqing snorted, neither refuting nor letting go.

Mo Ye pulled her closer to him: "Alright, the three little ones should be awake by now, they'll be coming to find us soon."

He Wanqing snuggled closer to him: "You only have one darling, and that's me."