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

Like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, she scrambled to her feet, spread her little arms, and rushed between the two of them, shouting, "No kissing!"

He Wanning was having so much fun, how could she let this little guy ruin her "good time"?

She swiftly reached out a hand, pressed it against Tongtong's forehead, and gently pushed her away—

"Little brat, go away and don't disturb your aunt's lifelong happiness. I'll buy you milk later, be good."

Tongtong was pushed and swayed, her little face turning red with anger: "You! You're a bad person!"

Mo Ye: "..."

Why does this sound so familiar?

He suddenly remembered that He Wanqing seemed to have said the same thing when they first met.

Mo Ye's lips twitched.

As expected of sisters...

He took a deep breath, suppressing the absurdity in his heart, and gently slapped away He Wanning's hand that was still trying to get closer to his face, his tone both helpless and serious:

"He Wanning, stop fooling around."

He Wanning wasn't angry when he slapped her hand away; instead, she laughed even harder: "Oh~ are you shy? Don't be shy~"

She deliberately ignored the word "sister," only hearing him call her name, and defiantly put her hands on her hips:

"Who's your sister? I'm older than you, right? Call me 'older sister'."

Mo Ye was both amused and exasperated by her unreasonable and irrational behavior.

He glanced at her unconsciously—it was purely a habitual movement of his gaze, without any other meaning.

But that one glance made He Wanning instantly furious.

She clearly felt Mo Ye's gaze linger on her chest for less than half a second before quickly shifting away.

"You!" He Wanning's face flushed red, not from embarrassment, but from anger. "Where are you looking?!"

Mo Ye: "...No, I didn't."

He really didn't mean it.

It was simply because she said "I'm older than you" that he instinctively glanced at her and then realized... well, she really wasn't that much older.

He Wanning understood the unspoken message in his guilty gaze and was so angry she jumped up and down:

"So what if you're flat-chested! Let me tell you, what's so great about being big! Things don't care about size, as long as they have shape and are rounded! Don't you understand aesthetics?!"

Mo Ye: "..."

He touched his nose and awkwardly looked away.

Honestly, he really didn't do it on purpose.

Seeing that the misunderstanding was getting worse, he decided to confront them directly: "Stop messing around, I'm your brother-in-law."

The air was quiet for a second.

He Wanning blinked, then burst out laughing and waved her hand:

"Come on, don't joke around. My sister is an old woman."

She counted on her fingers, her tone full of disdain:

"That scheming, manipulative woman, that aloof yet secretly passionate guy... how could she possibly find a husband like you?"

She looked Mo Ye up and down, then shook her head:

"I absolutely refuse to believe it. If she actually manages to get married, I'll change my mind."

Mo Ye: "…………"

As he listened to He Wanning's series of "brilliant" descriptions of his sister, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Old woman?

He Wanqing was only twenty-six years old, in the prime of her life.

A scheming, manipulative woman?

A cool, aloof, and secretly passionate woman?

Mo Ye's chest ached from holding back his laughter. Just as he was about to explain, his gaze suddenly passed over He Wanning's shoulder.

She saw someone who had appeared behind her at some point.

His expression froze, and he quickly winked at He Wanning and pointed behind her.

He Wanning was still immersed in her own reasoning when she saw Mo Ye's strange expression. She assumed he was feeling guilty for being caught "pretending to be his brother-in-law," and proudly raised her chin.

"What? Speechless now? I knew it—"

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly felt a familiar, low-pressure chill coming from behind her.

He Wanning froze, her neck turning inch by inch as if it were a rusty machine.

Then, she met a pair of cold, familiar eyes.

He Wanqing was already standing behind her at some point.

Her face was expressionless, but the coldness in her eyes was enough to freeze a person to death.

Mo Ye could clearly see that the veins on He Wanqing's forehead were throbbing.

He Wanning: "...Sister, older sister?"

He Wanqing ignored her, and simply spoke slowly, each word spoken with an eerily calm tone:

"Am I an old woman, a scheming, manipulative actress, a cold and secretly horny woman?"

Each word was like an ice bead, striking He Wanning's heart.

He Wanning's legs went weak, and all the color drained from her face in an instant.

That's it.

Completely finished.

Snowflakes are falling and the north wind is howling.

My sister heard everything she just said!

Just as her mind went blank, contemplating whether to kneel down and apologize or turn and run away, a childish voice, filled with grievance and a hint of accusation, rang out beside her:

"Mommy! Auntie wants to kiss Daddy too!"

Tongtong had somehow run up to He Wanqing's legs, her little hands tugging at her mother's trouser leg, her little face tilted up, her big, dark eyes filled with "Control her!"

He Wanning felt dizzy when she heard the word "father".

dad?

She turned her head sharply to look at Mo Ye, then at Tong Tong, and finally at her sister's icy face.

So... this really is her brother-in-law?

And she just... flirted with her brother-in-law?

She even verbally abused her sister in front of her brother-in-law.

He Wanning felt that at this moment, her life had reached the peak of "social death".

One act of extroversion can lead to a lifetime of introversion.

She inwardly groaned, then forced a smile that was more like a grimace onto her face, her voice trembling uncontrollably:

"Sister, sister... I was wrong... I was really wrong... Please forgive me..."

He Wanqing didn't say anything, but simply reached out and precisely twisted He Wanning's ear.

"Ouch! Ouch! Sister! Be gentle! I'm your own sister!" He Wanning grimaced in pain, but dared not struggle and could only beg for mercy.

He Wanqing snorted coldly, her grip tightening:

"My own sister? Weren't you just yelling at me? Why can't I find a good husband?"

He Wanning quickly changed her words:

"Yes, yes, yes! My sister is the most outstanding woman in the world!"

"What do you mean, 'the man isn't good enough for me'? I was blind! I had a foul mouth!"

Faced with the suppression of bloodline, the arrogant and domineering "great demon" instantly turned into a trembling little quail.

Seeing that her attitude in admitting her mistake was "sincere," He Wanqing finally let go of her hand, turned around and walked towards the parking lot, casually tossing out a sentence:

"I sent the video of you bullying Tongtong and flirting with your brother-in-law to Mom."

Mo Ye found the video quite interesting, so he casually shared it with He Wanqing.

He Wanning: "!!!"

She froze, frantically pulling out her phone.

The screen lit up, and sure enough, there were over twenty unread messages from "Blooming Prosperity"—

All of them are 60-second audio messages.

He Wanning's fingers trembled as she tapped the first message, and her mother's stern voice immediately came through the phone:

"He Wanning! You've really made something of yourself! You bullied your niece as soon as you got off the plane! And you even flirted with your brother-in-law!"

Do you even know what shame is? What boundaries are?! I've told you so many times…”

He Wanning was so frightened that she quickly exited the app and dared not open the remaining audio files again.

With a pained expression, she stuffed her phone back into her bag, pretending she hadn't seen anything.

.......