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

Mo Ye rested his chin on the top of her head and nodded: "Okay, okay, my little darling."

He Wanqing was satisfied. After a moment of silence, she said, "In the next life, I hope we start by dating, and then get married and have children."

Mo Ye lowered his head and kissed the top of her head: "Okay, let's follow this path in our next life."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a series of crackling sounds came from the doorway.

Mo Ye opened the door and saw Tongtong standing there with her messy hair, holding two small dumplings in her hands. Mo Nianqing and Mo Siwan were being held by the back of their collars by their older sister, one in each hand, like two kittens being lifted up.

Tongtong pushed them forward, her voice laced with nonchalance: "Yours."

Then he turned around and wanted to go back to his room to continue sleeping.

As a result, Mo Nianqing and Mo Siwan followed behind her, chattering like two little tails she couldn't shake off.

Tongtong took two steps, then turned around and saw two little dumplings following her expectantly: "I'm not your parents, your parents are over there."

Mo Siwan raised her head, her voice soft and gentle: "But you are our older sister."

Tongtong fell silent, looking down at the two little ones with their upturned faces and eyes full of dependence, and finally gave in:

"Okay, okay, come here quickly, I'll tie your hair. Sit down."

Mo Siwan obediently sat down, and Tongtong's fingers ran through her messy hair, neatly tying it into a small bun. Then she combed Mo Nianqing's tangled hair and clapped her hands.

"Okay, let's go have breakfast. I still want to sleep."

Mo Nianqing and Mo Siwan stood still, raised their heads, and stared at her with their four big, watery eyes: "We want to sleep with you, sister."

Tongtong opened her mouth as if to refuse, but swallowed the words back and finally slumped her shoulders: "Okay, okay, I'll go to sleep."

The two little dumplings' eyes lit up, and they immediately crawled into her bed, one on each side, sticking to her side like two little magnets.

Standing at the door, He Wanqing looked at Tongtong's lifeless expression and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Tongtong is such a good tool."

Mo Ye walked to her side and nodded: "Yes, we've caused a lot of trouble."

The two of them happily went downstairs to eat.

Jiang Hui was carrying out a pot of porridge when she saw that it was just the two of them. She asked in confusion, "Where are the little ones?"

Mo Ye pulled out a chair and sat down: "I'm sleeping with Tongtong."

Jiang Hui placed the porridge on the table, glanced at them, and said, "You two are really something. Tongtong is still just a child."

He Wanqing picked up a spoon and scooped up a mouthful of porridge: "Mom, it's not that we don't want to take care of them, it's just that the two of them like to stick to Tongtong, and there's nothing we can do about it."

Jiang Hui sat down: "You guys are really shifting the blame... But kids do like to stick close to their older siblings. Now let's see if Tongtong still wants a younger brother or sister."

He Wanqing scooped a spoonful of porridge into her mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it: "The three of them get along quite well, and there are no conflicts."

An hour later, while the three were still chatting downstairs, Tongtong's shrill voice suddenly came from the second floor, piercing through the entire living room:

"Qingqing and Wanwan!!! You two idiots!!! You peed on my bed!!!"

Then came the soft, small voices of Mo Nianqing and Mo Siwan: "Sister, we didn't mean to... all children wet the bed."

Tongtong's voice paused for a moment, then came in a muffled tone: "...Why does that sound so familiar?"

She paused for two seconds, then spoke again, her tone carrying a hint of resigned helplessness:

"You two hurry up and go find your parents to change your clothes, or you'll catch a cold."

The two little ones came running downstairs, their faces still flushed from just waking up, and their pajamas were slightly damp. They looked like two little puppies who had done something wrong: "Daddy, we wet the bed..."

Mo Ye looked down at them: "Did you pee on Big Sister's bed?"

Mo Nianqing and Mo Siwan, their faces flushed, nodded: "Yes, we peed on Big Sister's bed..."

He Wanqing bent down and looked at them: "Didn't your eldest sister beat you up?"

Mo Nianqing: "My sister didn't say anything."

Mo Ye reached out and picked up the two little ones: "Daddy will give you a bath."

Mo Nianqing and Mo Siwan nodded obediently.

After the three little dumplings finished eating, Tongtong put down her chopsticks and looked at Mo Nianqing and Mo Siwan:

"Qingqing and Wanwan, your sister will take you to make money."

The two little ones' eyes lit up: "How do you make money, sister?"

Tongtong stood up and clapped her hands: "Just do as I say."

He Wanqing and Mo Ye exchanged a glance, silently lamenting that the casino was about to suffer again.

Twenty minutes later, the three little dumplings returned with sighs and groans, like three little flowers wilted by the sun.

He Wanqing put down her cup: "What's wrong?"

Tongtong kicked the tiles: "Nobody's setting up stalls this year."

Upon hearing this, Mo Ye's lips twitched slightly.

Since everyone learned Tongtong's tricks, the small gambling dens that set up stalls during the Chinese New Year in the vicinity have gradually closed down.

He Wanqing looked down at Tongtong, her lips slightly pouting, like a flower bud that hadn't fully bloomed but had encountered a cold snap in spring, carrying a hint of resentment and frustration.

Mo Ye walked over, bent down and patted her head: "That means Tongtong is amazing, she chased them all away."

Tongtong looked up: "Really?"

Mo Ye nodded: "More real than the real thing."

Tongtong's little face slowly relaxed, and the corners of her mouth curved into a small arc: "Then... Tongtong will take Qingqing and Wanwan to play."

Mo Nianqing and Mo Siwan immediately jumped up: "Yay!"

He Wanqing's voice rang out from behind: "We can't go blow up cow dung!!"

Tongtong didn't even turn her head, "Okay!"

When Qin Yue and the others came in, Tongtong was leading two little dumplings out of the yard, rushing past the threshold like a whirlwind, without even having time to say hello.

Mo Ye looked at the four people walking towards him, somewhat surprised: "What brings you all here?"

Shen Qing plopped down on the sofa: "We had nothing to do, so we came to hang out with you guys."

Pang Siyi followed behind and also found a seat.

He Wanqing was carrying a plate of sliced ​​fruit out of the kitchen when she saw Qin Yue and Su Qianyue: "Where are Niannian and Niannian?"

"His grandmother has been keeping him here every year, saying she misses her grandson and won't let him out today," Qin Yue said.

Su Qianyue sighed as well: "Niannian too, my mom said she misses her, so she stayed at home."

Qin Yue waved her hand and beckoned to He Wanqing and Su Qianyue:

"Come on, come on, let's have a private chat. You three men, get out of here."

Upon hearing this, the three men silently moved a few steps to the other end of the living room.

Su Qianyue leaned closer to He Wanqing, looked her up and down, and spoke with undisguised amazement and curiosity:

"Wanqing, you've had three kids, how come you still have such a great figure? And your skin looks like an 18-year-old girl's! What skincare products do you use?"

He Wanqing looked down at herself: "I didn't use any skincare products."

Su Qianyue clearly didn't believe her and tugged at her sleeve: "Aren't we still best friends?"

Qin Yue added quietly from the side, "It's probably because Mo Ye used too much. Look at Mo Ye, he's practically been drained dry."