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

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

Your Aunt Chen's niece just graduated from university. She's very pretty and has a great personality...

She got more and more excited as she spoke:

"Look at that kid Siyi, he's already with that girl Qianyue!"

"You blockhead, still single! Your mother's hair is turning white from worry!"

As Mo Ye listened to his mother's nagging, he felt the pressure from the two gazes beside him growing stronger.

He quickly interrupted, "Mom! Actually... I have a girlfriend!"

He probably wouldn't have dared to say it before, because he and He Wanning hadn't officially established a relationship yet.

The moment those words were spoken, the other end of the phone went silent.

He Wanqing also sat up slightly and loosened her fingers from the sofa cushion.

Tongtong's eyes widened and her little ears perked up, looking on alert as if to say, "Daddy, you can't be kidnapped!"

A few seconds later, Jiang Hui's shocked voice exploded from the receiver:

"Heavens above! The Mo family's ancestral graves are emitting auspicious smoke! Heaven has finally closed its eyes for once!"

Finally, a girl with poor eyesight... oh no, finally a girl with discerning eyes has appeared!

Mo Ye: "…………"

Mom, am I really that bad?

Are you my biological mother?

Jiang Hui was still excited, but she nodded affirmatively, pinching her thumb and forefinger together to indicate her name:

"Mom thinks you're not even as good as one of my 'Brother Shan'!"

The "Brother Shan" she mentioned is Mo Ye's father, Comrade Mo Chashan.

Mo Ye: "…………"

Fine, my dad is your biological husband, but I'm not your biological son.

After her initial excitement subsided, Jiang Hui began rubbing her hands together, her tone filled with anticipation:

"Quick! Tell Mom! Which family's daughter is she from? What does she do?"

Do you have any photos? Show them to Mom! Mom will help you check them out!

Mo Ye glanced at He Wanqing beside him, and seeing her nod slightly, he spoke:

"The photos... I need to ask her opinion. She's... the president of a company."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Then, Jiang Hui gave a cold laugh:

"Mo Ye, you've really gotten bold, huh? You're even going to mess with your own mother, huh?"

"No, Mom, I really didn't..."

"President?" Jiang Hui's voice rose.

"Why don't you just say you're already married and have a baby several months old? Huh?"

Mo Ye was taken aback, and blurted out:

"It's not just a few months... it's several years older..."

As soon as he said it, he knew he was in trouble.

Sure enough, Jiang Hui laughed in anger:

"Ha! Still making things up! Keep making things up! You said 'the child is several years old,' is that another one of those things?!"

It was a short-legged Napoleon cat, a round, fluffy ball.

Staring innocently with a pair of big, bright blue eyes, was Tuan Tuan's mother, whose name was Yuan Yuan, meaning "reunion and harmony."

Mo Ye once joked, "My daughter is several months old."

Jiang Hui was so excited for nothing, only to find out that her "daughter" was actually a cat.

But because it's cute.

Yuan Yuan was "detained" at home by Jiang Hui and is now three years old. She has been raised to be plump and round, with a body size comparable to a semi-trailer truck.

Yuan Yuan: "Meow~" (Let me go!)

Mo Ye stared at the obviously "horizontally expanding" frizzy bun on the screen, feeling a little dazed—

Is this really the little cutie he brought home back then?

He sighed helplessly.

"Mom, this time it really isn't a cat. I... I'm really married."

Jiang Hui clearly didn't believe it and angrily said:

"You're just making this up! If you don't want to go on a blind date, just say so! Marriage?"

Your household registration booklet is still lying in the drawer at home! What are you going to use to tie it? Your head?

She got angrier and angrier as she spoke: "I'm telling you, Mo Ye, you better get back here by the Dragon Boat Festival!"

Otherwise, I'll dig a hole and bury you with a hoe!

That girl is really great; you won't find another like her!

Tongtong couldn't help but frown.

The little guy listened for a while, and finally couldn't hold back anymore.

She used her chubby little hands to climb out of Mo Ye's arms, wobbling as she tried to reach the phone.

Mo Ye, worried that she might fall, quickly lowered the phone.

And so, Tongtong's chubby little head, with its round eyes and slightly messy hair, suddenly appeared on Jiang Hui's phone screen.

Jiang Hui's voice abruptly stopped on the other end of the video.

She stared blankly at the furry little head that suddenly appeared on the screen.

The camera shook, as if she had dropped her phone in shock.

Then, that soft, fair, and curious little face appeared clearly in the picture.

Jiang Hui held her breath.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment. She stared blankly at the little girl on the screen—

The arch of those eyebrows, the shape of those eyes, that slightly pouting little mouth... in a daze.

She seemed to see the soft, babbling little Mo Ye in swaddling clothes more than ten years ago.

She, as Mo Ye's mother, remembers every stage of Mo Ye's growth clearly.

The way she wobbled as she learned to walk at one year old, the way she clung to her toys at three years old, the way she turned around and waved goodbye as she went to kindergarten with her little backpack at five years old...

The little girl in front of her bore a striking resemblance to her son when he was young, a resemblance that was seven or eight parts similar!

Especially the cleverness in their eyes, it's exactly the same.

An unbelievable yet heart-pounding thought exploded in her mind like a thunderclap—

Could it be... that I really have a granddaughter?!

Just moments ago, Ms. Jiang Hui was burning with anger and preparing to give her son a "moral lecture" through the screen, but her expression changed visibly.

It went through a complex transformation from rage to shock, then to disbelief, and finally to a tender, almost ecstatic feeling.

She even unconsciously cleared her throat, and when she spoke again, her voice was so soft it seemed like it could be squeezed for water, carrying a deliberately softened "squeezed" tone that she herself didn't even realize:

"Baby, baby... what... what's your name?"

The speed of this change of expression and the naturalness of the shift in tone made Mo Ye, who was holding the phone, unable to help but silently complain in his mind:

Double standard!

Is this really my own mother who just wanted to dig a hole and bury me with a "hoe"?

However, at this moment, Jiang Hui no longer had any regard for her son.

Her entire attention was focused on the little dumpling on the screen, looking aggrieved and with reddening eyes.

Tongtong sniffed, and her big, dark eyes quickly filled with two glistening tears.

She turned around, grabbed Mo Ye's arm holding the phone, and with a thud, sat directly on her father's lap. Treating the phone screen as if it were her grandmother, she began her tearful accusations:

"Grandma's so mean~"

With a thick nasal tone and a heartbroken voice, she said, "Grandma is going to help the other aunties... steal Tongtong's dad~"

As she spoke, she let out a small burp, making her look even more pitiful.

She pursed her lips tightly, trying hard to hold back her tears, but her red eyes and trembling shoulders betrayed her "extreme grievance":

"Tongtong...Tongtong doesn't like Grandma~ Waaah..."

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