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

As soon as Tongtong saw the familiar feather duster that had appeared in her nightmares, she immediately felt a throbbing pain in her little bottom.

This doesn't look like a feather duster at all.

It's clearly her eight-petaled little bottom that's about to bloom!

Tongtong tried to deny it: "Mommy, it wasn't Tongtong who poured water under your skirt! It was Mommy who wet her pants!"

Mo Ye: ".........."

He Wanqing: "........"

He Wanqing was amused and exasperated by her adorable and silly appearance: "Did Mom say that you poured the water?"

Upon hearing this, Tongtong trembled, crying out, "Waaah, Tongtong is such a big idiot!"

She pouted, her eyes instantly reddening. She moved instinctively and skillfully in front of her mother, turned around, stuck out her little bottom, and began to softly bargain, her voice trembling with tears:

"Mom...can...can you hit me with your hand? Hitting someone with a feather duster...it hurts too much..." She still remembered the feeling from last time.

Looking at her skillful acceptance of punishment and her attempt to bargain, He Wanqing's anger had actually subsided somewhat.

But his expression remained cold.

She readily complied, putting down the feather duster, scooping up the small dumpling, placing it on her lap, and raising her hand—

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

A crisp, rhythmic sound rang out in the living room in the early morning.

"Speak! What happened?!" He Wanqing interrogated him while enforcing "family discipline".

She was awakened by the chill beneath her in the morning, and when she touched her pajamas and sheets, they were completely wet. She almost broke down on the spot.

Then, turning my head, I saw a small, wet, human-shaped mark on the sheet next to me...

Considering her missing daughter and the water stains on the floor beside the bed, if she still couldn't guess what had happened, she wouldn't be a mother at all!

Tongtong was hit and cried out in pain, tears and snot streaming down her face, but she still remembered the "confidentiality agreement" and sobbed as she tried to explain herself:

"Tongtong...Tongtong's pants are wet..."

"Why is your skirt still wet?!" He Wanqing kept moving her hands.

"Because..." Tongtong's little mind raced amidst the pain and panic, and a clear snot bubble blew from her nose;

"Because Tongtong wet her pants! And then...and then she went outside, and they weren't dry yet!"

He Wanqing: "!!!"

Her movements suddenly stopped, and she looked incredulously at her daughter on her lap, whose logic was "touching".

"You mean...you peed your pants, framed me, and then ran outside to dry them, and most importantly, your hands...that was pee?!"

"Slap! Slap! Slap!" The frequency of the slaps increased.

"He Huantong—! You've really grown some guts!" He Wanqing was furious.

"Aww—! They're killing a child—! Daddy! Daddy, save me! Save me—!"

Tongtong finally couldn't take it anymore and cried out for help to Moye beside her, flailing her arms and legs wildly in the air.

Mo Ye: "…………"

He looked at the scene and found it... unbearable to watch.

The noise and smell so early in the morning...

He quickly stepped forward and, at the opportune moment, "rescued" Tongtong, who was crying like a little kitten, from He Wanqing's lap and held her in his arms.

"Let's take a shower first." He offered the most practical and urgently needed advice.

He Wanqing also felt she needed to calm down, and she glared fiercely at the little culprit sobbing in Mo Ye's arms.

She turned around and hurried upstairs to take a shower, her back view still showing lingering anger.

Mo Ye then carried Tongtong, who was still pouting in grievance, into the guest room's bathroom.

A morning storm, full of aromas, was temporarily drowned out by the sound of flowing water.

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At the breakfast table, the atmosphere was subtly tense.

Tongtong changed into a clean new dress, her little face was washed clean, but her eyes were still a little red.

She shrugged, taking small sips of her porridge, never daring to look up at He Wanqing across from her, like a frightened little quail trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible.

He Wanqing ate her breakfast slowly, occasionally glancing at her daughter's pitiful and timid appearance. The last bit of anger in her heart had long been replaced by helplessness and amusement.

This little rascal is incredibly bold when he's causing trouble, but he becomes such a coward after getting a beating.

After breakfast, He Wanqing pointed to the pile of unwashed sheets and duvet covers next to the washing machine on the balcony and handed Tongtong her "sentence": "Go, stand over there, look at them, and reflect on your actions."

Tongtong pouted and reluctantly moved to the balcony to stand in front of the pile of "evidence of the crime" as punishment.

She lowered her head, her small hands unconsciously twisting her fingers, muttering to herself:

"Tongtong didn't do it on purpose... Kids... all wet the bed... It peed on its own."

Mo Ye, watching her pitiful yet self-justifying little face, almost couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Perhaps he felt the punishment was enough, or perhaps he saw that his daughter was indeed pitiful.

Mo Ye walked over, pulled her back to his side, and ruffled her soft hair: "Do you know you were wrong?"

Tongtong snuggled into her father's arms for protection, whispering a complaint: "Daddy...Mommy is too fierce..."

"Shouldn't you go and sincerely apologize to your mother?"

Mo Ye patiently explained, "Mom is angry because you not only did something wrong, but you also tried to lie to Mom. If you apologize honestly, Mom will forgive you."

Tongtong looked up at her father's gentle eyes, thought for a moment, and nodded.

She ran over to He Wanqing, who was tidying up the kitchen, and gently tugged at her mother's clothes with her little hand.

He Wanqing looked down at her.

Tongtong looked up, her big eyes still glistening with tears, but her gaze was earnest, and her voice was soft and gentle, filled with sincere apology:

"Mommy... Tongtong was wrong. Tongtong shouldn't have wet the bed, and even more so... shouldn't have lied to Mommy by pouring water. Mommy, I'm sorry... Tongtong rubbed it in~"

Seeing her daughter's timid and hesitant expression as she admitted her mistake, He Wanqing's last bit of anger dissipated.

She knelt down, looking her daughter in the eye: "It's good that you know you were wrong. Don't do it again. If you wet the bed, tell Mom and Dad right away. Don't try to handle it yourself, and definitely don't lie, understand?"

"Yes! Tongtong knows!" Tongtong nodded vigorously.

He Wanqing's expression softened, and she gently pinched her little face.

Suddenly, she remembered a crucial question and raised an eyebrow:

"But... Tongtong, Mommy is asking you, why do you only pour water where Mommy sleeps and not where Daddy sleeps?" This differential treatment bothered her.

"Huh?" Tongtong was taken aback by the question, a look of confusion appearing on her face. Then, a little embarrassed, she twisted her body and whispered:

"Because... I wet the bed... it's embarrassing. Tongtong doesn't want Daddy to be embarrassed..."

He Wanqing: "………………"