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

Mo Ye pinched his chin, pondering for a moment:

"Because... Dad feels your mom would like this more."

He couldn't really give a specific reason.

It was only when I passed by a flower shop one day and saw the bird of paradise in the window that I suddenly thought of He Wanqing.

That elegant, unique, and untainted quality is just like this flower.

Tongtong immediately let out a loud "Aww!" and clapped her little hands, exclaiming, "Daddy and Mommy are in sync!"

Mo Ye smiled and nodded: "Yes, that's right."

He carefully placed the mechanical flower into a plain paper bag—it didn't even have a box, just plain and unpretentious.

Then I took Tongtong's hand:

"Let's go buy Mom a coffee, then we'll wait for her to pick us up."

"Okay!" Tongtong nodded vigorously, taking short steps to follow, then suddenly remembered something, tilting her little face up:

"Dad, Tongtong wants to drink coffee too."

Mo Ye refused without hesitation:

"No, children shouldn't drink so many beverages, especially coffee."

Tongtong's face instantly fell, she lowered her head, and her voice was muffled:

"When will Tongtong grow up...?"

Seeing his daughter's disappointed look, Mo Ye's heart softened, and he gently coaxed her:

"It'll be a long time. But—can Tongtong have a pudding, okay?"

"Really?" Tongtong immediately looked up, her eyes lighting up again. "Tongtong wants to eat!"

"Okay, Daddy will buy it for Tongtong."

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The campus coffee shops are quite crowded on weekends, mostly with students sitting in twos and threes chatting and reading.

Mo Ye ordered an iced Americano—he remembered He Wanqing mentioning that she liked it—and also ordered a caramel pudding for Tongtong.

The father and daughter found a seat by the window.

Tongtong held a small spoon and happily scooped out the pudding, her little face full of happiness.

Mo Ye quietly looked out the window, holding the paper bag containing the mechanical flower in her hand, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the edge of the bag.

The coffee was ready quickly.

Mo Ye, holding coffee and flowers, was about to leave with Tongtong when his gaze inadvertently swept towards the doorway—

Then, his smile froze instantly.

A girl stood at the entrance, peering inside. She wore a white dress, had long, flowing hair, and exquisite makeup; she looked like a typical campus beauty.

Li Chuxue.

Mo Ye immediately looked away, pretending not to see, holding coffee and flowers in one hand and Tongtong's hand in the other, intending to go around from the other side.

However, Li Chuxue had already seen him.

Her eyes lit up, and she practically sprinted over in her high heels, blocking Mo Ye's path.

"Mo Ye!" Her voice was sickeningly sweet, and she wore what she thought was a perfect smile. "What a coincidence!"

Mo Ye paused, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly: "Li, is something the matter?"

Li Chuxue's gaze lingered on Mo Ye's face for a moment before settling on the coffee in his hand and the plain paper bag.

Her eyes darted around, then she suddenly reached out and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Give it to me."

Mo Ye was taken aback: "...What?"

"Coffee and flowers," Li Chuxue tilted her head, her smile unchanged.

"Isn't this for me? Is today some special day?"

Mo Ye: "…………"

He almost laughed out of anger.

Where does this person get their confidence from?

This matter-of-fact attitude makes one wonder if she lives in another dimension.

Before Mo Ye could even speak, Tong Tong objected.

Although the little one didn't quite understand what was happening, she understood the words "Give it to me"—this aunt wanted what her dad was giving to her mom!

This won't do!

Tongtong immediately stepped forward, her little body standing ramrod straight, like a little animal guarding its food, and declared in a cute but fierce manner:

"This is for my mom, not for you!"

Li Chuxue then noticed that there was a little one following Mo Ye.

She glanced down at Tongtong, her brows furrowing slightly, a fleeting hint of disgust flashing in her eyes, but she quickly regained her smile and spoke in a coaxing tone towards a child:

"Kids, don't interrupt when adults are talking."

The words were spoken gently, but the condescending impatience in the tone was obvious even to a three-year-old.

If it weren't for wanting to maintain her image and trying to marry Mo Ye...

Li Chuxue had long since cursed this "burden" to the core—

In her view, Tongtong was the biggest obstacle preventing her from being with Moye.

Mo Ye's face instantly darkened.

He didn't want to make things too ugly in public, especially in front of Tongtong, but Li Chuxue's attitude towards Tongtong crossed his bottom line.

He pulled Tongtong behind him, raised his eyes, and looked at Li Chuxue with icy eyes. His voice was low but clear, filled with unmistakable annoyance:

"Li Chuxue, how many times do I have to say the same thing?"

Could you please stop disturbing my life in any way?

He paused, his disgust undisguised:

"Your behavior right now really disgusts me."

He spoke the last two words very softly, yet they were like an icicle, piercing straight at Li Chuxue.

Several students who were also waiting for coffee nearby noticed the commotion and cast curious glances their way.

Li Chuxue's face flushed red and then turned pale, clearly not expecting Mo Ye to say such harsh words in public.

She bit her lip, her eyes welling up with tears of grievance. Instead of moving aside, she opened her arms wide and said even louder:

"Mo Ye! Are you really going to abandon me for this bastard—for this child's mother?"

I'm going to marry you!

We're a match made in heaven!

Only I am worthy of you!

She almost blurted out an insulting word, but at the last moment she managed to change it back, though the contortion on her face and the malice in her tone betrayed her true feelings.

Mo Ye's eyes turned completely cold, as if covered with a layer of frost.

He scoffed, his tone mocking: "When were we ever 'together'? Li, there's a limit to making up stories."

He took a step forward, and the imposing presence of his height made Li Chuxue unconsciously take a half step back.

Mo Ye looked down at her, his voice not loud, but carrying a resolute strength that struck at the heart of the matter:

"You are not even one ten-thousandth as good as my wife."

If you don't want your "exciting" past to become public knowledge and ruin your reputation, then step aside now.

You should believe that I have the ability to do it—unless, of course, your life is truly spotless.

Mo Ye's last sentence was quite meaningful.

He had indeed heard some rumors about Li Chuxue being kept by a sugar daddy, but he had never paid attention to them and had no interest in investigating them. However, he felt that this was enough to intimidate her at this moment.

Li Chuxue's pupils suddenly contracted, and her face turned deathly pale in an instant.

As if her most fatal sore spot had been hit, her eyes flickered in panic, and she opened her mouth but could not make a sound.

Under Mo Ye's icy gaze, she instinctively and almost awkwardly stepped aside to make way.

If these things get out, she'll never be able to face anyone at school again.

Fear overcame resentment.

Li Chuxue subconsciously stepped aside, her lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

With her father protecting her behind her, Tongtong immediately poked her little head out when the mean auntie stepped aside, made a face at her, and added insult to injury in her childish voice:

"You ugly freak, you want to be my mother? My mother is a hundred times, a thousand times prettier than you!"

Mo Ye: "..."

He hadn't realized that his daughter was a sucker for good looks.

But those words... were quite satisfying.

Li Chuxue trembled with anger, but dared not stop them any longer. Watching Mo Ye lead Tongtong away, she gritted her teeth and shouted after their retreating figures:

"I won't give up! I know you're deliberately avoiding me so as not to hurt Tongtong! I'll wait!"

Mo Ye paused, feeling a sudden headache.

How did this person even get into university? Such logical consistency is a kind of talent, isn't it?

If I could keep this kind of person from bothering me forever, I'd be willing to let him marry He Wanqing, hehehe!

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[Some readers might not like this, but since I've already written it, I'll give an ending (◍•ᴗ•◍)]