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

As Mo Ye walked towards the school gate after leaving the coffee shop, he was approached by two more people.

One time, a girl who looked like a freshman blushed and handed me a note with her WeChat ID written on it.

Another time, two female seniors, who were traveling together, asked him with smiles, "Senior, can you add me on Green Bubble?"

Mo Ye politely but coldly refused them all.

He was really confused—he had already publicly stated that he had a daughter, and there were even photos of him picking up and dropping off Tongtong on the campus forum, so why did he still have so many suitors?

Do girls these days... not care whether the other person is married or not?

Or is it that his face is really that attractive to women?

Mo Ye touched his face, feeling a little annoyed by his appearance for the nth time.

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At the school gate, He Wanqing's car was already waiting by the roadside.

She was driving a low-key black sedan today, with the window rolled down halfway, revealing the outline of her profile.

The afterglow of the setting sun gilded her with a soft golden edge, and her long hair was gently swayed by the breeze, making her look as beautiful as a painting.

Mo Ye led Tongtong over. He Wanqing saw them, opened the car door, and got out.

She wore a simple off-white suit, which made her skin look even whiter and gave her a cool and elegant demeanor.

Just by standing there, he attracted the attention of many passing students.

"Have you been waiting long?" Mo Ye walked up to her and handed her the coffee he was holding. "I bought this for you, an iced Americano."

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he took the mechanical flower out of the paper bag and handed it over directly, without any packaging, his tone a little unnatural:

"And this... is for you."

I don't know what you like, but I hope... you will like it.

He Wanqing was slightly taken aback.

She took the coffee first, her fingertips touching the coolness of the cup.

Then, his gaze fell on the flower.

The silvery-white metallic petals gleamed warmly in the setting sun, and the crane with outstretched wings at the center of the flower was incredibly exquisite.

She looked at him for a few seconds, then suddenly looked up at Mo Ye, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes:

"This is... a bird of paradise?"

Mo Ye nodded: "Yes, it's also called the Bird of Paradise."

He Wanqing gently took the flower, her fingertips brushing against the cool petals, her voice much softer than usual:

How did you know... I like this?

She did indeed like bird of paradise flowers. Fresh cut bird of paradise flowers were always displayed in her office, but few people knew this—she had never mentioned this preference to anyone.

Before Mo Ye could figure out how to answer, Tongtong eagerly raised her hand and blurted out in her childish voice:

"Mom! Dad says it's telepathy! Dad can read minds!"

Mo Ye: "..."

He awkwardly touched his nose, his ears turning slightly red.

"Um... whatever you like is fine."

He Wanqing looked at the flowers in her hand, then at the man in front of her who rarely showed such embarrassment, and her lips curled up almost imperceptibly for a moment.

At least this blockhead has some conscience; he finally remembered to send her a gift.

Humph.

Her mood improved considerably. She turned around, took a beautifully packaged rectangular box from the car, and handed it to Mo Ye:

"This is for you."

Mo Ye was taken aback: "For me?"

"Hmm." He Wanqing's tone was flat, as if she had just casually handed over a small item:

"Your old laptop is a bit outdated, and its specifications might not be up to your needs."

Mo Ye took the box and opened it—inside was a brand-new, high-performance laptop, top-of-the-line, priced at least five figures.

He looked up at He Wanqing, his Adam's apple bobbing: "This... is too precious."

"As long as it's useful," He Wanqing said, looking away, her tone remaining calm.

"Get in the car, I'll take you to eat."

Mo Ye looked at the computer in his hand, then at He Wanqing's back as she turned and got into the car, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

He whispered, "...Thank you."

He Wanqing paused almost imperceptibly, but without turning around, she simply hummed softly.

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On the way back, Mo Ye drove, while He Wanqing and Tongtong sat in the back seat.

As soon as she got in the car, Tongtong couldn't wait to start "reporting on her work".

"Mommy! I'm telling you, this flower is alive!"

She pointed at the mechanical flower in He Wanqing's hand, her little face beaming with excitement:

"Dad said that as long as it's exposed to the sun, it will automatically spread its wings and move!"

He Wanqing looked down at the flowers in her hand.

Inside the car, the sunlight is filtered through the windows, and the flowers remain closed, but the crane in the center of the flower is still lifelike.

A slight warmth touched her heart.

This gift clearly took a lot of thought. It wasn't just a random bouquet of flowers; it was handmade, with even details like the light source and how it opens and closes.

In comparison, the computer I gave him... while practical, lacked a bit of thoughtfulness.

She sipped her coffee, lost in thought—what could she give next time to make it even more special?

Beside her, Tongtong stared wide-eyed at the coffee in her mother's hand.

The little guy licked his lips, and a string of glistening drool almost dripped from the corner of his mouth.

That "I really want to try it" look was so obvious.

He Wanqing looked at her and suddenly felt like teasing her.

She handed him the coffee, a hint of amusement in her voice: "Want some?"

Tongtong's eyes lit up instantly, and she nodded quickly, stretching out her two little hands to tightly grasp the straw, as if afraid her mother would change her mind, and eagerly took a big gulp—