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

Then, her whole face instantly scrunched up like a steamed bun.

"puff--!"

She spat the coffee directly into the cup that He Wanqing had just opened, frantically flapping her tongue with her little hands, tears welling up in her eyes:

"It's so bitter! So bitter! Mom, don't drink it! It's spoiled! It must be spoiled!"

He Wanqing couldn't help but chuckle as she looked at her, who seemed to be suffering so much that she was questioning the meaning of life.

She took a tissue and wiped Tongtong's mouth: "It's not bad, coffee is supposed to be bitter."

Tongtong frowned, her eyes filled with incomprehension: "Then why do we have to spend money to buy something bitter to drink?"

He Wanqing: "..."

She didn't know how to explain this to her three-year-old child.

Tongtong didn't dwell on it for long; she quickly regained her energy and started chattering away, sharing what had happened that day.

The story, from Professor Chen's failed "abduction" attempt to Pang Siyi and Su Qianyue finally getting together, is told in vivid detail.

Halfway through her sentence, she suddenly remembered something, her face hardened, and she said in a accusing tone:

"Mom! Also, Dad wants to add a girl's green bubble today!"

Mo Ye, who was driving, trembled slightly, causing the car to jolt a little: "...Tongtong, you can't just say things like that."

He Wanqing narrowed her eyes slightly, her voice devoid of emotion: "Is Dad going to add another girl's 'green bubble' (a euphemism for a romantic relationship)?"

She had originally planned to take them to a newly opened Michelin-starred restaurant, and had even made reservations.

but now……

Let's go straight to the toilet!

Why go to a Michelin-starred restaurant?

Go eat shit.

Tongtong nodded vigorously, her little eyes filled with unwavering determination: "Yes! Daddy wants more!"

Mo Ye: "...Tongtong, let Daddy explain."

Someone else wanted to add Daddy's green bubble sticker, but Daddy didn't give it to them; it wasn't Daddy who wanted to add hers.

Tongtong tilted her head in confusion: "But, that lady said, 'Can you add me to your Green Bubble group?'"

He Wanqing: "..."

Mo Ye: "..."

There was a two-second silence inside the car.

He Wanqing coughed lightly, her tone returning to normal: "Oh, I see."

She silently changed her dinner reservation back to Michelin in her mind.

Tongtong, completely unaware that she had almost successfully "tricked" her father, continued her "daily report":

"And also, Mom!"

Today, an ugly aunt tried to steal my mom's flowers and coffee!

But Tongtong stopped her!

She puffed out her little chest, her face clearly saying, "Praise me!"

He Wanqing's eyes narrowed slightly:

"Ugly auntie? Stealing my things?"

Tongtong nodded vigorously: "Yes! She said she wanted to give her the flowers and coffee!"

He Wanqing's voice was calm, yet carried a hint of coldness:

"Does she...like her father?"

Tongtong nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "She also said she wants to marry Daddy!"

Mo Ye, driving in front: "!!!"

He immediately spoke, his survival instinct kicking in:

"I don't like her! I've rejected her so many times! Really!"

He Wanqing did not speak.

Her expression didn't change much, but the temperature inside the car seemed to drop a few degrees.

She took out her phone, tapped rapidly on the screen, and sent a message to her assistant:

"Check who Mo Ye contacted at school today. Focus on women, especially those who show signs of harassment."

After sending the message, she put down her phone, looked out the window at the rapidly receding street scene, and a faint, yet chilling, smile appeared on her lips.

I want to see which blind fool dares to steal my man.

I hope... you're not too weak.

Otherwise, the game won't be fun.

As the sun completely sank below the horizon, the city lights gradually came on.

A black sedan carrying a family of three merged into the evening rush hour traffic.

In the back seat of the car, He Wanqing gently stroked the metal bird of paradise flower, her eyes filled with an inscrutable expression.

Mo Ye, who was driving in front, caught a glimpse of his wife's thoughtful profile in the rearview mirror and inexplicably shivered.

Why do I suddenly feel... a little cold?

Half an hour later, the phone screen lit up.

He Wanqing was resting with her eyes closed in the back seat when she heard the notification sound. She lazily opened her eyes, picked up her phone, and unlocked it.

It was a message from Xiaoqian, with detailed content, several screenshots, and links.

He Wan glanced at it, her gaze gradually shifting from initial coldness to... boredom.

What left He Wanqing speechless was that Xiaoqian had even dug up Li Chuxue's social media accounts—her latest post on WeChat Moments was just ten minutes ago:

"Some people are destined to be just passing through, but I believe true love is worth waiting for."

The accompanying photo is a blurry silhouette of the setting sun, clearly taken by Mo Ye in a candid shot.

He Wanqing twitched the corner of her mouth.

That's it?

She thought she was going to be some difficult character, but it turned out to be a self-indulgent, illogical, and morally questionable school princess.

My interest vanished instantly.

She felt it would be beneath her dignity to do it herself.

He Wanqing tapped the screen with her fingertip, found a number in her contacts labeled "General Manager Jin," and sent it a short message:

"Mr. Jin, your person 'Li Chuxue' has been harassing my husband inappropriately at S University. Please remind her to discipline her to avoid affecting our cooperation."

Sent successfully.

She didn't even bother adding any threatening words. With Jin Xiong's shrewdness, he naturally knew what to do.

Putting down her phone, He Wanqing picked up the documents on her lap again, but found herself unable to concentrate.

My gaze kept drifting involuntarily toward the driver's seat.

Mo Ye was focused on driving, and the lines of his profile were particularly clear in the evening light.

His hands were steady on the steering wheel, with long, slender fingers and distinct knuckles.

When waiting at a red light, he would subconsciously tap the edge of the steering wheel with his fingertips, in a slow, rhythmic motion, like he was tapping a beat.

He Wanqing was looking at it for a while and forgot to turn the page.

until--

"Mommy," Tongtong leaned closer and whispered, in a voice she thought only the two of them could hear, "Is Daddy handsome?"

He Wanqing: "..."

Her ears turned bright red, and she quickly lowered her voice, "Tongtong, don't talk nonsense."

Mo Ye's voice, tinged with laughter, came from the front seat: "Um... I can actually hear you."

He Wanqing: "..."

Kirigiri: "!!!"

The little one covered his mouth, his big eyes darting around, looking at his father and then at his mother.

He had an innocent little expression that seemed to say, "Did I say something wrong?"

He Wanqing coughed lightly, turned her face away to look out the window, but the blush on her ears spread all the way to her neck.

Fortunately, we arrived at our destination soon.

The car stopped in front of an elegantly decorated restaurant with a signboard in simple French cursive script.

Mo Ye got out of the car, handed the keys to the parking security guard who came to greet him, and politely said, "Thank you for your hard work, brother."

The security guard, a kind-hearted middle-aged man, quickly waved his hand, saying, "It's my duty, it's my duty. Please come in, sir and madam."

Mo Ye turned around and naturally took Tongtong's little hand.

Just as I was about to go inside, my other hand was suddenly grasped by a slightly cool and soft hand.

He was startled and turned around.

He Wanqing stood beside him, her hand already inside his palm.

When he looked over, she looked away, her voice a little unnatural, as if she had blurted it out without thinking:

"I'm afraid I'll get lost."

......