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

She was speechless for a moment when she saw her daughter's serious expression that said, "I'm protecting my father's dignity."

I felt a lump in my throat, unable to go up or down.

She quickly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, silently repeating in her mind: "My own child, my own child, my own flesh and blood..."

Meanwhile, Mo Ye, who had overheard the entire conversation, was holding two mangoes and was about to wash them when he heard this. He stumbled and almost dropped the mangoes.

He coughed violently, his handsome face turning purple from trying to suppress his laughter, and his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

He quickly turned to face the pool, using the sound of the running water to mask his almost overflowing laughter.

My dear daughter, your peculiar thought process and your "thoughtful" differential treatment really leave your father... both amused and deeply "touched"!

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Tongtong glanced at her mother and realized she wasn't angry anymore, so she ran off to the kitchen to find her father.

Tongtong clung to the edge of the kitchen counter, standing on tiptoe, her big, dark eyes fixed on the golden, plump mango in her father's hand. Her little nose twitched slightly, like a small animal that had caught a sweet scent.

She rubbed her chubby little hands together and chuckled, looking so eager.

It's a perfect real-life version of the "fly rubbing its hands" meme circulating online, so adorable!

Mo Ye washed her hands, dried them, and looked down at the bright, expectant look in her daughter's eyes. Her heart melted.

He deliberately slowed down his movements and asked in a coaxing tone, "Tongtong, do you want to help Daddy?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Tongtong immediately transformed into a little nodding robot, pecking at rice with all her might.

"Tongtong wants to help Daddy!" Being able to participate in her dad's cooking is an extremely important thing for her.

Tongtong stood on tiptoe, leaning over the edge of the table, her big, dark eyes fixed on her father's movements.

Mo Ye was patiently teaching her how to carefully peel the plump grapefruit segments into individual, translucent pieces of flesh without any white veins.

"See, it separates easily with just a gentle pry. Want to try, Tongtong?"

"Mmm!" The little guy nodded vigorously, stretched out his chubby little hand, still covered in baby fat, and carefully took a segment of grapefruit, imitating his father's actions with an expression as focused as if he were eating rice.

She pursed her lips, her brows furrowed slightly, and her delicate fingertips turned white from the pressure.

When she successfully peeled off the first whole fruit, she immediately looked up, her eyes shining like they were filled with stars: "Daddy~ I got it~!"

A gentle smile spread across Mo Ye's eyes as he reached out and ruffled her soft hair.

"Tongtong is so great, she helped her dad a lot again. She's so smart, she'll be amazing when she grows up."

When praised by her father, Tongtong immediately became like a kitten being stroked, her eyes squinting with comfort, and her little body swaying happily.

Kids really fall for this; a little encouragement can brighten their world.

Mo Ye smiled and turned his gaze to He Wanqing, who looked slightly "awkward" to the side.

This CEO, who is a shrewd strategist in the business world and has a cool and aloof demeanor, is now standing in front of the counter.

Facing the round mango in his hand and the sharp fruit knife, he revealed a rare, almost clumsy hesitation.

He guessed that she probably really didn't lift a finger, so he naturally walked over.

"I'll teach you," he said gently, without a hint of mockery. "Start like this, peel it."

He picked up a mango to demonstrate, his movements fluid and efficient, the golden peel peeling off evenly to reveal the plump, juicy flesh.

He Wanqing watched intently and tried to imitate him by picking up the knife, but she was very careful. The angle between the blade and the peel was always wrong, resulting in uneven cuts and a lot of fruit pulp being wasted.

She pursed her lips, seemingly annoyed by her "lack of skill".

Mo Ye saw this and found it rather cute.

He was just thinking about whether he should explain the steps in more detail when he heard He Wanqing suddenly speak in a muffled voice, with a hint of barely perceptible excitement:

"You... teach me step by step."

She spoke so naturally, as if she were simply seeking the most efficient teaching method, but the slight turn of her face and the subtle blush on her ear tips betrayed an unusual turmoil in her heart.

Mo Ye was slightly taken aback, then a gentle smile spread across his eyes.

He neither pointed it out nor refused, and stood behind her quite naturally, forming a position that half-encircled her in his arms.

His chest pressed against her back, and his warm, masculine breath instantly enveloped her.

He reached out, his dry, warm palm gently covering the back of her hand that was gripping the knife hilt.

This was the first time I had held her hand so directly and for such a long time.

Are all girls' hands so soft and boneless?

Her skin was smooth and delicate, like the finest mutton fat jade, which made him subconsciously soften his grip, afraid of hurting her.

Fortunately, it wasn't the first time he had physical contact with her. Mo Ye took a deep breath, steadied his slightly accelerated heartbeat, and tried his best to focus on teaching.

"Relax your wrist, hold the knife at an angle, and follow the curve of the fruit flesh, like this..."

He guided her hand, moving the blade, and this time, the peel obediently fell off in pieces, revealing the whole golden color.

The moment he approached, He Wanqing's body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a second, but then, that familiar feeling returned.

A comforting warmth and a refreshing, pleasant scent enveloped her from behind, strangely soothing the subtle anxiety she felt because she "couldn't."

Almost instinctively, she leaned back and snuggled closer to his strong, warm embrace, as if she had found the most comfortable haven.

Mo Ye's deep, gentle voice rang in her ears as he explained the key points, but He Wanqing's attention had already drifted far away.

The back of his hand, completely enveloped by his large palm, radiated a heart-warming warmth.

The slight vibration of his chest as he spoke was transmitted through the thin fabric of his clothes, along with the clean, refreshing masculine scent lingering around the tip of his nose…

All her senses seemed to be occupied by the signals emanating from him, making her feel a little dizzy, and even... a slightly tipsy, languid sleepiness.

Ah, this feeling...it's so good. Safe, warm, it makes you want to just wallow in it.

"Be careful here, near the pit..." Mo Ye was still patiently explaining when he suddenly noticed that the "student" in his arms seemed a little absent-minded, leaning softly against him, and even his breathing became lighter.

He looked down and could only see her thick, butterfly-wing-like eyelashes and her delicate, slightly flushed profile.

A mischievous thought suddenly occurred to him.

He kept holding her hand, his thin lips close to her already flushed earlobe, his voice low and breathy, like a feather gently brushing against her skin:

"Wife... be serious."

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