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

Pang Siyi was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed surged into his heart. He nodded vigorously, stammering:

"I know! I'll buy it tonight! No... I'll go buy it right away! Asatsuki, thank you! Thank you!"

Su Qianyue chuckled: "What are you thanking me for? How silly."

Pang Siyi didn't know what he was thanking for; he was just happy, grinning foolishly, his eyes fixed on Su Qianyue, unable to look away.

In the corner, Mo Ye and Tong Tong breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and then clapped their hands at the same time—albeit only a very quiet "clap clap" twice.

"It's done!" Mo Ye said with a smile in a low voice.

Tongtong excitedly waved her little fist: "Great!"

After watching the show to his heart's content, Mo Ye picked up Tongtong and walked forward with the gifts.

Pang Siyi and Su Qianyue were still immersed in the sweetness and shyness of having just confirmed their relationship when they saw Mo Ye coming over, and their faces turned red again.

Tongtong peeked out from her father's arms and said in a childish voice:

"Uncle Fatty, Aunt Qianyue, Tongtong wishes you a speedy arrival of your baby!"

The three people: "…………"

Mo Ye, Pang Siyi, and Su Qianyue were all stunned by the shock.

Tongtong is really going to great lengths to become the older sister...

Su Qianyue's face flushed red, but she still accepted the badminton shuttlecock and mango pomelo sago that Tongtong handed her, and thanked her softly:

"Thank you, Tongtong..."

Pang Siyi also took the graphics card and mango pomelo sago, laughing like a fool.

Mo Ye looked at the young couple who had finally confessed their feelings, and waved his hand with a smile:

"Alright, I won't bother you anymore. You two... have a good chat."

The two nodded, blushing.

Mo Ye picked up Tongtong and turned to leave.

Tongtong, perched on her father's shoulder, waved her little fists at the uncles and aunts behind them and whispered:

"Keep up the good work, everyone! Tongtong is waiting for you!"

Pang Siyi and Su Qianyue: "…………"

Embarrassed, the two started digging at the castle again with their toes.

Stepping out of the stadium, the warm afternoon sun bathed me in its rays.

Mo Ye looked at his daughter in his arms, who was still excitedly chattering, "Uncle and Auntie are going to have a baby!" and couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.

He looked up at the sky; it was blue sky with white clouds, and the weather was fine and sunny.

This is perfect weather for confessing your feelings.

And his Tongtong, on this beautiful weekend, not only successfully delivered a gift, but also unexpectedly facilitated a marriage.

The way they did it was a bit ridiculous.

"Let's go." Mo Ye kissed his daughter's cheek.

"Okay!" Tongtong hugged her father's neck, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter.

The figures of the father and daughter gradually blended into the light and shadow of the tree-lined path on campus.

Inside the stadium, the newlywed couple stood blushing, looking at each other, and then bursting into silly giggles.

Afternoon sunlight streamed through the dormitory window, casting warm golden patches of light on the desk.

Mo Ye took Tongtong back to the dormitory—a spacious room that was known as "suitable for playing badminton".

Shen Qing and Wang Jie had returned to catch up on their sleep and were now sprawled on the bed in various strange positions, snoring loudly, clearly exhausted.

Tongtong tiptoed carefully around the two beds, afraid of waking her uncles.

She followed her father to the desk, and her eyes suddenly lit up—

On the table, a flower lies quietly.

But they are not real flowers.

It was a flower made of metal and intricate mechanical structure, with silvery-white petals that gleamed with a cold luster, and a slender, elegant stem, standing quietly on a specially made base.

Mo Ye led Tongtong into a small private room, which was where they usually played games and had good soundproofing.

"Daddy," Tongtong tugged at Mo Ye's sleeve, her big, dark eyes full of curiosity.

"Is this flower... meant for Mom?"

Mo Ye looked down at her, a gentle smile spreading across his eyes.

He knelt down and gently scraped his daughter's little nose:

"How did Tongtong know? We father and daughter are truly on the same wavelength."

Tongtong's eyes shone even brighter, like two polished black gems:

"Who is Lingxi? Is she my younger sister?"

Mo Ye: "..."

He paused for a moment, then chuckled and reached out to poke Tongtong's forehead:

"All she thinks about is being the older sister."

"The phrase 'having a telepathic connection' doesn't refer to having a younger sister named Lingxi; it means that Tongtong can instantly guess what her father is thinking."

Tongtong exclaimed "Wow!" her little face filled with surprise.

"Are you saying Tongtong can read minds? Then Daddy, guess what Tongtong is thinking right now?"

Looking into her expectant eyes, Mo Ye blurted out without thinking:

"Tongtong was thinking, 'When can I be a big sister?'"

Tongtong clapped her hands together excitedly, almost jumping for joy.

"That's amazing! Dad, how did you know?!"

Mo Ye couldn't help but chuckle, pointing to her little face: "Because it's written all over your face."

"On my face?" Tongtong subconsciously touched her face, tilting her head in confusion. "Are there words on my face?"

Mo Ye smiled and shook his head, offering no further explanation.

He stood up and picked up the mechanical flower from the table.

Just then, a ray of sunlight slanted in from the window and shone precisely on the petals—

A miraculous scene unfolded.

The originally closed, silvery-white flower seemed to be awakened by the sunlight, and its petals began to slowly unfold and bloom.

The mechanical structure emits an extremely subtle, almost inaudible "click" sound, and each petal unfolds with precision and elegance, ultimately settling into a perfect blooming posture.

Even more amazing is that when the petals are fully open, the design of the flower's center is revealed—not the stamen, but an exquisite crane, also made of metal, poised to take flight.

Sunlight filters through the gaps in the petals, refracting into tiny specks of light on the crane's wings, as if life were truly flowing within them.

"Daddy, Daddy!" Tongtong excitedly tugged at Mo Ye's trouser leg, pointing at the flowers with her little finger, her voice rising in pitch.

"Wow, it's so lively! Look, it's moving! It really is moving!"

Mo Ye looked down at his daughter's flushed face, nodded, and said calmly, "Yes, it did move."

Tongtong tilted her little face up, looked at her father's "not surprised at all" expression, and blinked in confusion:

"Dad, aren't you curious? Why do flowers bloom by themselves?"

Mo Ye finally couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.

He gently ruffled Tongtong's soft hair, his voice full of laughter: "Because—Daddy made this by hand."

Tongtong was stunned.

She stared wide-eyed at the flowers, then at her father, her mouth agape in an "O" shape, before finally managing to utter a sound:

"Did Dad make it?"

"Yes, Daddy made it." Mo Ye carefully held the flower, his fingertips gently brushing the edges of the petals:

"It took me about a week. Every night after Tongtong and her mother fell asleep, and during my spare time after school, I would secretly do it."

Tongtong gazed at the mechanical flower that shimmered in the sunlight, her eyes filled with admiration:

"Daddy is so amazing! What... what kind of flower is this? I don't think I've ever seen it before."

"This is called Strelitzia reginae," Mo Ye explained gently. "It's also known as the Bird of Paradise."

Look, the crane in the flower's heart is gazing at the sky, as if it wants to fly to heaven.

Tongtong nodded as if she understood, then, remembering something, looked up and asked:

"Then why didn't Daddy give Mommy roses? Uncle Fatty just gave Aunt Qianyue roses."

.........