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

He Wanning felt like a large, high-wattage light bulb that had accidentally wandered into a couple's private space. Her nose turned red instantly, and she could almost hear the sound of her single dog dignity shattering.

"..." She silently put Tongtong on the ground, too lazy to even say hello, and turned around.

He moved heavily toward the door, his back view filled with the desolation of "the world isolates me, let it ridicule me."

I'd better leave; single people have no rights.

Tongtong, who was put down, was not affected in any way.

She blinked her big eyes, watching her parents eat delicious food, and immediately ran over with her hands and feet, spreading her chubby little arms, and pounced into Mo Ye's arms like a little cannonball.

"Mommy, Daddy! Tongtong wants some too!"

The soft, sweet baby voice finally brought the parents, who were lost in their own world, back to reality.

Mo Ye and He Wanqing looked up at the same time and realized that there were two more people in the house.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across He Wanqing's face as she looked caught red-handed, but she quickly regained her composure.

Mo Ye touched his nose somewhat embarrassedly.

All they saw was the back of He Wanning's head as she resolutely left, and the little dumpling in her arms, its face turned up, its eyes sparkling, begging to be fed.

Tongtong snuggled comfortably in her father's arms, then her gaze was fixed on the green grape in her father's hand that he hadn't yet fed.

She opened her little mouth and let out an "Ah—" sound, waiting for her father to feed her.

Mo Ye smiled, just about to feed the grapes into his daughter's round, full little mouth—

however--

"Awoo."

He Wanqing was quicker, leaning slightly forward to precisely suck the grape in her mouth, and incidentally... she also gently sucked on Mo Ye's finger.

Mo Ye: "!!!"

The warm, moist touch from his fingertips made him freeze for a moment, and his ears instantly turned bright red.

He Wanqing ate the grapes gracefully, then slowly took out a tissue to wipe her mouth.

Only then did he look at his bewildered daughter, raising an eyebrow slightly, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible smugness and a touch of domineering:

"Tongtong, this is Mommy's. If you want grapes in the future, your husband can feed you, okay?"

Kiritong: "???"

She blinked her big eyes, looked at her father's empty hand, then at her mother's smug face, her little mouth pouting, looking wronged.

"Mom! How could you do this! This is Tongtong's! Dad promised Tongtong first!"

He Wanqing raised an eyebrow slightly, her arm naturally wrapping around Mo Ye's arm, declaring her ownership: "Not only are the grapes mine, but your father is mine too."

Tongtong immediately turned to Moye, her large, dark eyes instantly welling up with tears, threatening to spill over, looking extremely pitiful: "Daddy..."

Mo Ye's heart softened, and just as he was about to comfort his daughter, he felt his arm being gently pinched.

He turned his head and met He Wanqing's equally expectant gaze. Her eyes clearly said:

Do you dare to try and appease her first?

Mo Ye: "..."

He suddenly realized that the situation before him was even more daunting than dealing with complex coding problems.

Isn't this jealousy a bit too outrageous?

He's even jealous of his own daughter?

"Um... I," he tried to smooth things over, his voice hoarse.

"I... I'll feed one by myself, okay? Everyone gets a share, everyone gets a share..."

Two "girls"—one three years old, the other twenty-six—crossed their arms, turned their faces away, and snorted through their noses.

"snort!"

Then... they both nodded at the same time.

A temporary settlement was reached.

Mo Ye breathed a sigh of relief and quickly picked up another grape, preparing to carry out the "fair feeding".

However, as soon as he raised his hand, two pairs of eyes looked at him expectantly again—

He Wanqing's eyes held a subtle expectation unique to mature women;

Tongtong's eyes, on the other hand, resembled two undisguised, longing black grapes.

Clearly, both of them wanted to be "the first".

Mo Ye: "…………"

He suddenly missed his two roommates who only knew how to play games and solder circuit boards.

At least they wouldn't look at him with that "life-or-death" gaze.

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Just as this "sweet stalemate" was escalating, Mo Ye's phone, which was on the coffee table, rang.

The note that popped up on the screen read: Mom.

Mo Ye felt like he'd been granted a pardon and quickly picked up his phone: "It's my mom on the phone."

He Wanqing nodded, her expression regaining some of her usual composure, but the slight curling of her fingertips betrayed her unsettled state of mind.

Tongtong blinked her big eyes, tilted her little face up, and asked He Wanqing curiously, "Mommy, is that Grandma?"

"Mmm," He Wanqing responded softly, stroking her daughter's hair, but a ripple of emotion inevitably stirred within her.

Tongtong twisted her little fingers, and whispered somewhat uneasily:

"Tongtong hasn't met Grandma yet... I wonder if Grandma will like Tongtong..."

He Wanqing felt a slight tightness in her chest as she listened to her daughter's words.

Yes.

She had never met Mo Ye's mother.

Will that elder she has never met accept her?

Will I like Tongtong?

Will they approve of their somewhat sudden marriage?

Even the most composed person can't help but start having wild thoughts at this moment.

Mo Ye has already connected to the video call.

A middle-aged woman appeared on the screen.

She looked to be around forty years old, with a healthy tan and some fine lines around her eyes, but her features were delicate, and you could tell she was a great beauty when she was young.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Mo Ye adjusted his expression and asked as naturally as possible.

Ms. Jiang Hui on the other end of the phone glared at him:

"What's wrong? Can't your mother call you if nothing's wrong? You think you're all grown up now?"

Mo Ye wiped away non-existent cold sweat:

"Yes, yes, of course! Call anytime, 24/7!"

Jiang Hui then gave a satisfied "humph" and got to the point: "Are you coming back for the Dragon Boat Festival this year?"

Mo Ye instinctively wanted to agree as he had in previous years, but the words caught in his throat.

He glanced at He Wanqing beside him and Tongtong in his arms.

This year... is different.

He now has someone he needs to accompany and protect.

"I... I'll see," Mo Ye said carefully, "I don't know if there's anything else at school. I'm graduating soon, and there are some procedures and projects..."

Jiang Hui was puzzled:

"You're a senior in college, what could be more important than coming home for the holiday? This is the first time in all these years that your own son has said he won't come home for the Dragon Boat Festival."

She paused, her tone softening slightly:

"Then... will Mom go to your place then?"

I'm bringing you some homemade zongzi (sticky rice dumplings). Your dad's been talking about them for days, saying he'll make extra salted egg yolk and pork zongzi this year, which you love.

Mo Ye felt a warmth in his heart and nodded: "Yes, we'll talk about it later. There's no rush, there's still a week."

Jiang Hui seemed to sense his perfunctory attitude, and her tone became sullen again:

"I was even thinking of introducing you to a girl during the Dragon Boat Festival!"

..............