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

Mo Ye noticed her embarrassment and said considerately, "You rushed over today, you probably haven't finished your work yet, right? Why don't you go ahead and finish your work, I'll call you when the food is ready."

He Wanqing readily accepted this offer, turned on her computer on the living room sofa, and began processing documents.

But her gaze kept drifting towards the kitchen—worried that the little rascal would only make things worse.

In the kitchen, Mo Ye didn't give Tongtong a chance to "make trouble".

He took out a few cloves of garlic and patiently demonstrated: "Tongtong, look, peeling the garlic skin like this is a big help to Daddy."

Tongtong nodded earnestly, sat on a small stool, and began to peel garlic clumsily but intently with her chubby little hands, muttering to herself, "Tongtong wants to help Daddy cook..."

He Wanqing looked at her daughter's quiet and focused profile with some surprise.

Although she doesn't cook, she knows that garlic can be smashed with a knife. Mo Ye's actions are clearly a way to involve the child in a way that the child can accept.

It seems he really knows how to take care of children.

Soon, an enticing aroma wafted from the kitchen.

Four dishes and a soup were served: steamed sea bass, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, garlic broccoli, braised pork ribs, and a pot of mushroom soup.

Tongtong climbed onto the chair with her little bowl, sniffed it hard, and exclaimed, "It smells so good! Daddy's amazing!"

Mo Ye wiped his hands and laughed, "It's our Tongtong who's amazing. She peeled the garlic for Daddy, otherwise it wouldn't smell so good."

Upon hearing this, the little guy's mischievous tuft of hair on his head stood up proudly: "Yeah! Tongtong is amazing too!"

She turned to He Wanqing, "Mom, did you hear that? Isn't Tongtong awesome?"

Looking into her daughter's bright eyes, He Wanqing murmured, "Tongtong is great."

"These are just some home-style dishes, please don't be shy," Mo Ye said.

He Wanqing scooped up a spoonful of soup, and it was warm and fragrant, the taste of "home" that she hadn't had in a long time.

She nodded slightly: "It tastes very good."

Mo Ye secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to feed Tongtong.

"Tongtong isn't a two-year-old anymore!" The little one proudly puffed out her chest. "Tongtong can eat by herself!"

Mo Ye readily agreed: "Okay, Tongtong is a big girl now."

Tell Daddy what you want to eat, and Daddy will get it for you.

"Fish! Tongtong wants to eat fish!"

Mo Ye carefully removed the fish bones and placed the tenderest part of the fish face into her bowl.

Tongtong scooped up a round beef ball with a spoon and shakily handed it to Moye's bowl: "Daddy, eat!"

He Wanqing ate her meal quietly, watching the father and daughter's natural and affectionate interaction, a complex emotion welling up in her heart.

The scene before them seemed more like a father and daughter who had relied on each other for many years, and she was the occasional visitor.

That ungrateful brat, he forgot his mother as soon as he got his father.

Tongtong's cheeks were stuffed full, like a little hamster storing food, and she said indistinctly, "So delicious! Daddy, I want to eat this often!"

Looking at her satisfied little face, Mo Ye's eyes were so tender they could melt your heart: "Okay, Daddy will make it for you every day from now on."

The warm light enveloped this small space, gently overlapping the shadows of the three people.

As dusk deepened, warm yellow light enveloped the small living room.

Tongtong leaned back in her chair, patting her round little belly contentedly, and let out a burp that smelled of milk.

"Dad's cooking is so delicious..." she squinted, like a lazy cat.

Just then, a soft, sweet "meow" came from the inner room.

Tongtong's little ears perked up instantly, and her big, dark eyes looked curiously towards the source of the sound: "Daddy, is there a meow?"

Mo Ye then remembered the little guy who had been forgotten in the room.

"Oh, right, Dad also keeps a pet cat." He smiled as he got up, went into the bedroom, and a moment later came out carrying a round, short-legged Napoleon cat.

The cat was being held by the scruff of its neck, its four short legs flailing futilely in the air as it protested with discontented meows.

"Its name is Tuantuan," Mo Ye introduced. This little cat, which he jokingly called a "beast," is actually extremely gentle.

Tongtong's eyes instantly lit up like stars, and she opened her short arms: "Daddy, hug me! Tongtong wants to hug Tuantuan!"

Even He Wanqing, who had always maintained a cool and aloof demeanor, couldn't help but be drawn to the fluffy, round-faced kitten, a barely perceptible hint of tenderness flashing in her eyes.

Women seem to have an innate weakness for these cute things.

Mo Ye carefully handed Tuantuan over, reminding her, "Tongtong, hold on tight."

However, Tuantuan was a living creature after all, and Tongtong was too small and weak. As soon as the kitten was picked up, it twisted its "agile" body. Although its short legs limited its performance, it tumbled out of her arms and landed on the ground with a slightly clumsy gait.

The little guy immediately licked his slightly ruffled fur, raised his little head, as if to maintain his last shred of dignity.

Tongtong was startled and quickly slid off the sofa, squatting down in front of Tuantuan, her little face full of guilt: "Kitty, I'm sorry... Tongtong didn't mean to..."

She remembered something, rummaged through her treasured teddy bear backpack, and pulled out a fruit candy wrapped in pretty candy wrapper.

This is what Mo Ye secretly slipped to He Wanqing when she wasn't looking at the supermarket.

She carefully unwrapped the candy and handed the bright orange candy to Tuantuan, her voice as soft as cotton candy: "Eat, Tuantuan, eat. If you eat it, you won't be angry with Tongtong anymore, okay?"

Tuantuan twitched her pink little nose, smelled the sweet fragrance, and immediately leaned forward with a "woo-woo" sound, licking it in small bites.

Seeing that it had accepted the "bribe," Tongtong stopped crying and smiled, reaching out her little hand to gently and tentatively stroke the soft, long fur on its back.

He Wanqing watched her daughter and the cat get along harmoniously, then turned her gaze to Mo Ye, signaling him to come aside and talk.

Mo Ye understood and led her into his e-sports room.

The room was small, but clean and tidy.

A well-equipped computer and bookshelves filled with computer science books and technical awards and trophies silently testify to the owner's dedication to his studies.

He Wanqing glanced at him quickly and made a preliminary judgment: he seemed to be an ambitious and capable young man.

However, she received so many awards during her student days that she probably couldn't cover them all with several layers of flooring, so these weren't surprising to her.

She closed the door, shutting out the chirping and meowing from the living room, and the atmosphere in the room instantly became somewhat formal and tense.

"Tell me your thoughts." He Wanqing had her back to him, her voice devoid of emotion, gazing at the deepening night outside the window.

Mo Ye took a deep breath, turned around, and faced her. His eyes were clearer and more determined than ever before, as if he had made some great decision: "Let's get married."