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

Fortunately, He Wanqing quickly put down her phone. When she looked up, her eyes were clear and sharp again, as if her momentary lapse in concentration was just Xiaoqian's illusion.

"The document." Her voice was calm.

Xiaoqian felt like she'd been granted a pardon and quickly handed it over, silently thinking: "Alright, alright, the familiar BOSS is back!"

Thank goodness!

He Wanqing was more efficient at processing documents than usual; the sound of her typing was crisp and rapid, conveying a clear goal of ending the battle as quickly as possible.

When the last document was signed and the folder was closed with a soft "click," Xiaoqian almost cried tears of joy—finally, it was time to get off work!

Although the overtime pay was generous, she missed the soft sofa at home, the crunchy potato chips, and the melodramatic soap operas even more!

He Wanqing drove alone to Qingzhuyuan.

As she drove closer to the villa, she could see a scene in the courtyard under the warm yellow lights from afar.

Her daughter, Tongtong, was driving the "cute tank" that had caused a sensation that afternoon.

Slowly cruising along the smooth road, wearing pink wristbands on her small wrists, three fluffy "flying swords" like loyal little elves, gracefully swirling around the tank.

Mo Ye sat on a stone stool to the side, a laptop on his lap, his slender fingers dancing across the keyboard, the light from the screen reflecting on his focused profile.

He was clearly writing code, but his posture was relaxed, and he would occasionally look up at his daughter with a gentle gaze.

He Wanqing slowed down and watched quietly for a few seconds.

An unprecedented, grounded sense of satisfaction quietly washed over me, cleansing away the fatigue and tension of a whole day's work.

She had never realized this so clearly before she opened the door and saw the waiting lights and her family.

Perhaps... she really had fallen in love with this young man who had entered her life without even realizing it.

"Tongtong, sprint!" The little one spotted her mother's car and excitedly gave the AI ​​the order. The tank "hummed" and accelerated toward the door, while the three little flying swords rushed to meet it.

He Wanqing parked the car and stepped out.

Tongtong had already poked half her body out of the tank compartment, opening her arms wide: "Mommy! Hug me!"

He Wanqing bent down and hugged the heavy, warm little dumpling into her arms, then kissed her little face, which was still smelling of milk and sweat.

"Did you have fun?"

"I'm so happy!" Tongtong hugged her neck and couldn't wait to share:

"Mommy, look! These are toys that Daddy and my two uncles made for Tongtong! They can walk! They can fly! And they listen to Tongtong!" She struggled to get down and show them off.

He Wanqing put her down and watched as she skillfully controlled the tank and flying sword, her little face beaming with pure and bright joy.

This is clearly not a toy you can buy on the market. Every detail shows care and ingenuity. It is a fantasy world that Mo Ye created especially for his daughter.

A slight stirring passed through her heart, a faint hint of jealousy that even she herself found somewhat childish—humph.

He's devoted to his daughter, coming up with all sorts of creative gifts, but I've never seen him prepare any gifts for himself.

She knelt down, tidied her daughter's disheveled hair, and asked softly:

"Tongtong received such a wonderful gift, did you properly thank your uncles?"

Tongtong was directing the flying sword to circle when she heard this, she paused, her excited expression froze, and slowly turned into a guilty look of having done something wrong.

She seemed to have forgotten to thank Uncle Shen Qing; her little fingers unconsciously fiddled with the edge of her wristband, and her voice lowered.

"Tongtong...Tongtong seems to...forgot..."

Seeing her daughter instantly wilful and filled with guilt, He Wanqing's heart softened, and she gently patted her head.

"It's okay, just remember next time."

How about we go pick out some return gifts for our uncles this weekend?

"Okay, okay!" Tongtong's eyes lit up again, and she counted on her fingers:

"There were so many older brothers and sisters, and Grandpa Chen too!"

And Aunt Qianyue and Uncle Little Fatty!

Tongtong promised to give them gifts!

"Grandpa Chen?" He Wanqing asked, puzzled.

Mo Ye closed his laptop and walked over, naturally taking over the conversation:

"One of my mentors really likes Tongtong."

I happen to have a class this weekend, so I can take Tongtong to school and give her the return gift while I'm there.

"Yay!" Tongtong cheered.

He Wanqing nodded and looked at Mo Ye.

He stood in the warm light, his posture upright, his eyes clear.

Mo Ye naturally helped He Wanqing drive the car into the garage, then walked ahead and said, "Let's go in, the food should still be warm."

Tongtong followed behind in her tank, chattering away:

"Mom! Dad said you work hard, so he made a lot of your favorite dishes!"

There are shrimp, fish, and...

He Wanqing paused slightly, listening to her daughter's childish recitation of the dishes, and followed behind Mo Ye, looking at his broad and reliable back.

The last bit of frustration in my heart caused by the lack of a gift quietly dissipated, replaced by a warmer and more comforting current.

It turns out, he did have a place for himself in his heart.

His thoughtfulness is hidden in more ordinary and subtle ways, such as a carefully prepared dinner or a simple "I'll wait for you to come back."

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Time slipped quietly to Friday night.

Mo Ye plans to deliver mango pomelo sago to her classmates at school tomorrow and intends to purchase the ingredients at a large supermarket not far from the entrance of her residential area.

"Tongtong, change your shoes, we're going to the supermarket," Mo Ye called out.

"Let's go to the supermarket!" Tongtong is always the happiest one.

The family dressed neatly and prepared to go out.

Mo Ye thought the journey wasn't far and suggested, "Let's walk there, it'll help us digest our food."

He Wanqing was bending down to check Tongtong's shoelaces when she heard this, her movements paused almost imperceptibly, then she straightened up, her tone carrying a hint of something...deliberate?

Her gaze drifted to the side, her voice as usual: "Let's drive. We have a lot of stuff on the way back, and it's inconvenient to carry it all."

Mo Ye thought it made sense and nodded: "Okay, shall we drive your car?"

"No need," He Wanqing said, already walking towards the "cat car" parked in the corner of the courtyard.

Turning around, a strand of hair fluttered in the night breeze, and she said casually, "I'll ride this one; it's a short distance and easy to park."

Mo Ye, without any suspicion, readily agreed, "Okay."

He skillfully mounted the vehicle and steadied it.

He Wanqing's lips curved almost imperceptibly as she gracefully sat down sideways, her arms "naturally" wrapping around Mo Ye's waist, their bodies close together.

Hmph, how can I hug you legitimately if I don't ride an electric car?

A small, triumphant feeling flickered through her heart.

Mo Ye had long been accustomed to the warmth and softness of the back seat, along with the faint fragrance that followed. He started the car and drove off smoothly.

He was focused on the road conditions and completely unaware of He Wanqing's secret thoughts behind him.

The supermarket was brightly lit, and the shelves were filled with a dazzling array of goods.

In addition to various daily necessities, fresh vegetables and various meats are also readily available every day.

Mo Ye parked the car and soon met up with He Wanqing and her daughter.

Tongtong, like a happy little bird released from its cage, hopped and skipped ahead, full of curiosity about everything.

He Wanqing and Mo Ye followed behind her, watching their daughter's joyful figure, then looking at each other.

They all felt a fresh and simple sense of happiness—this was the first time they had gone grocery shopping together as a true "family of three".

Mo Ye pushed a shopping cart over and followed behind.

However, his way of "caring for the child" quickly made He Wanqing frown slightly...