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

Tongtong's big eyes lit up instantly, as if filled with little stars: "Really? Daddy keeps his word!"

"Pinky promise." Mo Ye extended his little finger.

"Pinky promise, never to change for a hundred years!" Tongtong hooked her finger around his and shook it vigorously.

Now completely at ease, she immediately became lively, skipping and hopping as she followed her teacher into the kindergarten. At the gate, she turned back, waving her chubby little hands vigorously and calling out in her sweet, childish voice, "Goodbye, Daddy! Goodbye, Mommy!"

Mo Ye smiled and waved to her.

He Wanqing didn't press Mo Ye about what he had said, but simply told him, "get out of class ends at five in the afternoon."

"Yes, I'll pick her up today." Mo Ye nodded.

After dropping Mo Ye off at the entrance of Soochow University, He Wanqing drove away.

As soon as Mo Ye got out of the Maserati, he felt all sorts of stares from those around him and heard whispers.

"Look, Mo Ye... he arrived in a luxury car..."

"Tsk, could it be..."

"I never expected him to be this kind of person..."

Some malicious and speculative whispers drifted into my ears.

Mo Ye didn't stop walking. He just expressionlessly took out his earphones from his pocket, skillfully put them in his ears, and shut out the noise.

As the light music began to play, he tilted his head slightly, facing the morning light, and walked calmly toward the teaching building.

Some people and some things don't need explanation; the more you pay attention, the more they'll act up.

In his world, there are people and things that deserve more attention and protection.

The light cast dappled shadows on the desks.

Pang Siyi was scrolling through his phone when he saw that the photo of Mo Ye getting out of a luxury car had once again topped the campus forum's trending list, and he couldn't help but shake his head with a "tsk tsk".

But there was no doubt on his face, only a hint of understanding – he was one of the few people who knew about Mo Ye's family background; that guy even had a car that was no worse than this sitting idle in his family's garage.

His fingers flew across the keyboard as he sent a message to Mo Ye: "Old Mo, are you back yet? Bring some fruit for Dad, he's dying of thirst."

A short while later, I received a reply: "Okay, Dad will bring you the ceiling of the fruit world later."

Pang Siyi scratched his head, somewhat surprised that Mo Ye was so easy to talk to today, assuming it was just because he was in a good mood.

Mo Ye was indeed in a good mood at the moment. He was standing in the campus supermarket, his eyes on the bundles of green sugarcane.

He pointed to the two thickest ones: "Auntie, I'll take these two."

The fruit vendor paused for a moment, then asked to confirm, "Young man, this... doesn't need to be peeled or cut into pieces?"

"No need, this is fine." Mo Ye paid the money readily, carrying a sugarcane that was nearly a meter long in one hand, and walked calmly towards Pang Siyi's classroom amidst the surprised looks of passersby.

His appearance was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing a small commotion.

"He's Mo, the school's most handsome guy!"

"He looks so handsome today..."

Amidst the scattered praises, discordant notes were also mixed in.

"Tch, what's with the high and mighty act? She's still being kept by a sugar daddy."

"I used to think he was so aloof, but it turns out he's just like that..."

The girls' sarcastic whispers were just loud enough for the person involved to hear.

Pang Siyi's face darkened, and he slammed his hand on the table, standing up angrily. He glared at them, shouting, "Watch your mouth! What nonsense are you spouting!"

The classroom fell silent instantly.

Mo Ye stepped forward and gently patted Pang Siyi's shoulder with the sugarcane. His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority: "Why bother arguing with a dog? If a dog bites you, are you going to bite it back?"

A boy who always liked to stir up trouble stood up and said, feigning impartiality, "Mo Ye, why are you talking so rudely? We're all classmates, wouldn't it be better to take a step back and let things be?"

Mo Ye's eyes turned slightly cold as he looked at the other person: "You have a good temper?"

The boy puffed out his chest, a hint of superiority in his voice: "Of course."

"Oh," Mo Ye nodded, his tone suddenly turning sharp, "If you have such a good temper, why don't you just shut up and be a coward? Taking a step back opens up a whole new world, why don't you retreat into the sea? Mind your own business, is the Pacific Ocean your home?"

"You...you..." The boy's face turned from red to purple from the retort. Pointing at Mo Ye, he stammered for a long time, unable to utter a complete sentence, "Can't you...can't you give way to others?"

"Why should I make myself miserable to make you happy?" Mo Ye sneered, his eyes sharp as knives. "If you can't speak human language, then get lost."

Amidst the suppressed laughter filling the classroom, the boy, his face flushed, could no longer stand it and grabbed his bag, hastily rushing out of the classroom.

Pang Siyi stared in disbelief, then gave a thumbs-up and whispered, "Old Mo, awesome!"

Only then did he notice the "fruit" in Mo Ye's hand, and his lips twitched: "The 'ceiling' of the fruit world you're talking about... is this it?"

Mo Ye nudged the two sugarcanes against the ceiling, making a dull thud: "What else? Is that enough? Just tell me if you want it or not?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Why wouldn't I want something that's free!" Pang Siyi hurriedly took it, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. So that's what the ceiling meant.

"That settles it then, stop making such a fuss. I'm leaving." Mo Ye waved his hand and turned to leave.

Pang Siyi quickly grabbed him, winking and saying, "Hey! Don't go!? That little cutie!"

"I'm off to class," Mo Ye said succinctly.

Pang Siyi could only regretfully give up.

Mo Ye said goodbye to his friend, got on his electric scooter, and headed straight for a large supermarket outside the school.

He only had one morning class today, and he had also asked to skip his afternoon class—although the old professor, who cherished his talent, once again "extorted" him to cover his next class as a condition for the change.

His destination was clear: the craft materials section.

I bought colorful cat stickers, soft faux fur fabric, a light-up cat-eye bell, some stuffing, and tools.

He solemnly promised Tongtong that he would pick her up from school in a one-of-a-kind "cat car".

Thinking of his daughter's delighted expression when she saw the modified car, Mo Ye became even more motivated and immediately began modifying his little ride as soon as he returned home.

Meanwhile, Alice International Kindergarten.

During recess, Tongtong was excitedly sharing the wonderful news with her best friend, Lin Simei.

"Little Mei, Little Mei! I'm telling you, I have a dad now!" Tongtong's little face was radiant with unprecedented light, and her big eyes sparkled.

Lin Simei, with her hair in two little pigtails, blinked her round eyes and asked curiously, "Really? What's Tongtong's dad like?"

"Really! More real than pearls!" Tongtong nodded vigorously, gesturing excitedly. "My dad is super handsome! Even more handsome than the princes on TV!"

Lu Hao, a chubby boy sitting in the row behind them, curled his lip upon hearing this and said in a sarcastic voice, not too loud but tinged with jealousy, "Hmph! Bragging! Did he just find some random 'fake dad' somewhere?"

Upon hearing this, Tongtong instantly flared up like a firecracker, turning around abruptly, clenching her little fists, and glaring angrily at Lu Hao: "Lu Hao! Do you want another beating?! I haven't even settled the score with you for calling me a wild child last time! And now you dare to talk about my dad like that!"

Seeing this, Lin Simei quickly grabbed Tongtong's arm and whispered, "Tongtong, don't fight! We're good kids, we can't fight."

Tongtong huffed, "Xiaomei! Whose side are you on? You traitor!"