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

Tongtong shrank back, hugging Mo Ye's leg tightly, and looked up to complain, "Daddy! There's a bad guy!"

Wang Jie couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he lightly slapped Shen Qing on the back of the head and growled:

"Get out of here, you damned thing! Steamed goose heart!"

"You scared little princess Tongtong! You're just being silly (#`O′)" Then he tried his best to force the most amiable smile he had ever given, and squatted down.

He picked up a "flying sword" and handed it to Tongtong, his voice softer than he even realized: "Tongtong, look, this can fly. You can play with it."

Tongtong glanced at the flying sword, then looked up at Moye.

Mo Ye suppressed a laugh and nodded:

"Tongtong, this is Uncle Wang Jie, and that is Uncle Shen Qing. They are both Daddy's good friends."

This is a toy they made for you with your dad.

Upon receiving her father's affirmation, Tongtong's eyes lit up.

She carefully took the "flying sword" that Wang Jie handed her. The sword was light and smooth to the touch, covered with velvet, and was extremely beautiful.

"Thank you, Uncle Wang Jie! That's amazing! Can it really fly?"

"Of course!" Wang Jie was bursting with a sense of accomplishment. He gestured for Tongtong to look at his wrist guard and gave a simple demonstration of how to make the flying sword levitate and spin gently.

Tongtong watched intently, her mouth agape in an "O" shape, her face full of admiration.

Watching Wang Jie and Tongtong interact harmoniously, Shen Qing, who was labeled a "bad guy," felt so regretful that she wanted to bang her head against the wall—she should have played it safe!

Just as Mo Ye was about to introduce Shen Qing, he suddenly heard the envious cries of other children nearby: "Wow—! Daddy, I want that flying sword too!"

"Mommy! I want that big box! There must be bigger toys inside!"

Immediately afterwards, several parents gathered around, their eyes fixed on the flying sword on the ground and the "cute beast tank" that Mo Ye had just opened the box to reveal its true form.

The appearance of that adorable tank-shaped creature drew gasps of admiration.

With its fluffy appearance and lively cat ears, it's a cool yet adorable combination that perfectly captures the aesthetic preferences of children and some parents with a childlike heart.

"Dude! Where did you buy that toy? It's so cool!"

"Brother, did you make this flying sword yourself? Are you selling it? My son is crying his eyes out..."

"And that tank! My God, my daughter's eyes lit up! Can it be custom-made? The price is negotiable!"

"Daddy! I want one! I want one just like Tongtong's!"

"Honey, buy me one too!"

"Get lost! How old are you? Aren't you ashamed?"

The parents started talking all at once, instantly surrounding Shen Qing and Wang Jie.

The two men quickly went from being terrified of "whether they were going to get beaten up" to being excited that "a business opportunity had arrived."

Shen Qing immediately switched to business mode, a warm smile spreading across her face:

Dear parents, please be patient!

Both the flying sword and the tank are handmade by us and are limited editions!

This is the only set available right now, a gift for our little princess, Tongtong!

Seeing the parents' disappointed expressions, he changed the subject:

"However! In view of everyone's enthusiasm, our studio can accept limited-edition customizations!"

Similar in function, but the appearance can be adjusted according to children's preferences!

Flying swords, tanks, or other shapes, such as little dinosaurs, little rabbits, or spaceships, are all open for discussion!

The production time might be a bit long, since it's all handmade, you understand...

Wang Jie quickly got into the zone, adjusted his glasses, and calmly added technical details and customization options.

In no time, the two were surrounded by enthusiastic parents, who added them on WeChat so many times they were overwhelmed, and the pre-payment deposits were received in a flash.

These families, living in upscale communities and sending their children to international kindergartens, are clearly not short of money, and they placed orders very readily in order to make their children happy.

In less than twenty minutes, the two had already noted down hundreds of potential orders, ranging from simple glowing flying machines to complex AI interactive pet battle vehicles, with a wide variety of needs.

Mo Ye had already carried Tong Tong into the cockpit of the "Cute Beast Tank," and looked at his two trapped brothers, shaking his head with a helpless smile.

Tongtong excitedly fiddled with the tank's control lever, watching the little flying sword circle the tank under her father's control, and she laughed so hard her eyes disappeared.

Finally, Shen Qing and Wang Jie managed to slip away from the crowd and return to Mo Ye's car, clutching their phones, their faces a mixture of excitement and dazedness.

"Old Mo..." Shen Qing swallowed hard. "We... seem to have landed a big job."

Wang Jie looked at the long list in the memo and pushed up his glasses:

"For the next three months, besides attending classes, we'll probably have to 'work overtime' in our dorms."

Turning a hobby into a forced job doesn't sound so appealing.

The two seemed to have already foreseen the "miserable" scene of themselves staying up all night soldering circuits, sewing plush, and debugging programs in the future.

but……

Shen Qing glanced at the constant notifications of deposits arriving on her phone, while Wang Jie weighed the promises of those parents that they "had plenty of money."

The two exchanged a glance, then spoke in unison, with a tragic air of self-sacrifice:

"—But they gave way too much!"

Shen Qing and Wang Jie, carrying the heavy order list as if they were carrying a sweet "bomb," hurriedly said goodbye to Mo Ye and his daughter, and rushed back to their dormitory to prepare for the day-and-night "tightening screws" project.

Mo Ye then took Tongtong, who was completely satisfied and had played until her face was flushed, and went to a large fresh food supermarket nearby.

He was planning tonight's menu when his phone vibrated.

It was a message from He Wanqing: "I'm working overtime tonight to handle some things. You guys eat first, don't wait for me."

Mo Ye paused his fingertip on the screen, then replied, "Approximately how long?"

"About two hours later than usual."

"OK. Tongtong and I will wait for you to eat together."

The message was sent successfully.

In the company president's office, He Wanqing stared blankly at the short but firm message "Waiting for you to eat together" on the screen for a moment.

The cold white light from the screen illuminated her exquisite profile, and her usually tightly pursed lips softened almost imperceptibly, curving upwards into a very subtle, yet real, arc.

In a corner of my heart, it felt like a plush blanket warmed by the winter sun, comfortably cozy and warm.

This is the most simple and genuine way of watching over each other, like ordinary couples and families.

Someone leaves a light on for you and heats up a meal for you. She used to think these things were far removed from her own life.

Xiaoqian, the assistant standing to the side holding documents and waiting for her signature, inadvertently caught a glimpse of the "gentle" expression on her boss's face.

And she was actually staring blankly at her phone during work hours... Xiaoqian's pupils dilated in shock, and a chill ran down her spine.

Holy crap?!

Is there a problem with the company's feng shui?

Is it haunted?

Should we suggest to the administration tomorrow that they hire a master to take a look?

She had been with the company for two years and had personally witnessed He Wanqing's decisive and ruthless approach at the negotiating table.

In the conference room, she exudes an aura of authority. When have you ever seen this cold-faced queen show such a... soft, dazed expression?

This is more terrifying than seeing a ghost!

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