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

"Get out!" He Wanqing said angrily, giving him the order to leave.

Qin Yue clapped her hands with satisfaction. She had gotten her money's worth from today's gossip, enough to keep her swooning for days.

She smiled and said goodbye, leaving He Wanqing alone in the office.

"Skin thirst syndrome..." He Wanqing repeated the word in a low voice, as if the word itself had magic power, causing that familiar, subtle itch deep in her body to begin to spread quietly again.

She shook her head, trying to banish the absurd urge to hug: "Pah! Work! Focus on work!"

Just as I picked up the document, my phone rang. It was a call from Lin Yu, Tongtong's homeroom teacher.

He Wanqing suddenly wondered if something had happened to Tongtong at kindergarten.

After hearing the teacher's amused and exasperated "complaint," He Wanqing couldn't help but laugh as well, and assured the teacher, "Teacher Lin, I understand. I will have a good talk with her tonight."

After hanging up the phone, she immediately sent a message to Mo Ye: "What kind of twisted logic have you been feeding Tongtong? Her teacher even called me, saying that she has to listen to her father and go to eat on time."

Mo Ye replied quickly, with a hint of nonchalance: "It's nothing, just let her do whatever makes her happy. It's just kindergarten, being happy is the most important thing."

He Wanqing stared at the message for a moment, stunned.

Yes, all I do is work so hard so that Tongtong can have a carefree and happy childhood.

Those rules and regulations seem to be of little importance in the face of pure joy.

Once she understood this, her slight displeasure vanished instantly, and she even felt a touch of tenderness.

She opened the transfer interface, transferred 100,000 yuan to Mo Ye, and added a note: "Buy some delicious food for you and Tongtong."

On the other side, Mo Ye, who had just lain down, saw a notification on his phone, opened it, and was so shocked that he sat up.

One hundred thousand?!

Although he wasn't short of money, the amount of this "pocket money" still left him speechless.

He had intended to be polite, but his fingers typed faster, and he habitually added a form of address:

"Thank you, my dear wife!"

The moment the message was sent, Mo Ye realized what was happening and frantically tried to recall it.

He Wanqing was slightly taken aback when she saw the four words "My Dear Wife" pop up on the screen. Her finger hovered over the screen for a moment before she finally replied with only one word:

"Um."

Upon receiving the "hmm," Mo Ye felt relieved, and a strange sense of joy welled up inside him.

He collapsed onto the bed, phone in hand, and couldn't help but grin foolishly: "Am I... being kept by my wife?"

Experiencing this unfamiliar feeling of being cared for and "fed," he exclaimed, "No wonder everyone wants to find a rich woman, this feeling... is just too wonderful!"

"Pah, pah, pah!" He immediately corrected himself, "What rich woman! He Wanqing is a young, beautiful, rich, and beautiful woman! President! President, do you understand?"

He looked at the extra zero in his account with a smug look, feeling as if even the drowsiness from catching up on sleep had vanished. With an indescribable sense of satisfaction, he fell into a deep sleep, his dreams seemingly filled with sweet fragrance.

-

Meanwhile, in university classrooms.

Compared to the warm and peaceful atmosphere on Mo Ye's side, his good brother Pang Siyi's situation was not so "lucky" at the moment.

This was an afternoon elective class. The classroom was spacious, but the back seats were sparsely populated.

On the podium, Professor Zhao, who was nearly fifty years old and whose hair was thinning, was talking about a certain school of classical literature. His tone was calm and had a kind of Buddhist-like detachment after seeing all the world.

However, a discordant, crisp "click-clack" sound interrupted his straightforward explanation.

Professor Zhao pushed up his glasses, his gaze sweeping like a searchlight toward the source of the sound—to the side of the podium, Pang Siyi and his two other roommates had somehow huddled together, each with a piece of sugarcane in hand, engrossed in munching on it.

The juicy sugarcane was bitten open, making a loud sound that seemed particularly jarring in the quiet classroom.

The group of people looked focused and enjoying themselves, as if they were savoring some delicacy, completely immersed in their own "sweet world".

Professor Zhao's voice stopped lecturing, and only the "crunching" and faint sucking sounds remained in the classroom.

The other students all turned to look, some trying not to laugh, others speechless.

Pang Siyi felt the sudden silence around him and the focused gazes on him. He belatedly raised his head, a trace of sugarcane fiber still clinging to the corner of his mouth.

Meeting Professor Zhao's meaningful gaze, he subconsciously took another bite and asked vaguely, "Teacher... would you like some? It's sweet, very sweet!" As he spoke, he quite "generously" pushed the whole sugarcane on the table, which had only been bitten a few times, towards the podium.

The other two "accomplices" nodded in agreement, their eyes sincere.

Professor Zhao looked at the sugarcane with teeth marks that had been pushed towards him, and the vein on his forehead twitched almost imperceptibly.

He has been teaching for over twenty years and has seen students sneaking snacks, playing on their phones, and even dozing off in class, but this is the first time he has ever seen someone so openly and brazenly eating sugarcane in the front row of the classroom and even inviting the teacher to share!

He took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure as a teacher, but his voice had already turned cold: "Pang Siyi, you lot... do you even know that we're in class right now?"

Pang Siyi blinked, his face showing a "we're very sensible" expression: "We know, teacher! You go ahead and talk, we'll just listen here and won't disturb you!" After saying that, to prove his "devoutness," he lowered his head and took a "crunch" of food, the sound crisp and loud.

"Bang!"

Professor Zhao finally lost his composure and slammed the textbook he was holding onto the podium.

The muffled thud startled Pang Siyi, causing his hand to tremble and the half-stalk of sugarcane to fall to the ground with a "thud," rolling twice.

"What kind of behavior is this!" Professor Zhao's voice was clearly tinged with anger. "Eating secretly is one thing, but what are you munching on? Sugarcane! This is a classroom, not your backyard! And you're 'listening'? I think you're listening with great interest! Get out! All of you, get to the back! Eating in front of me like that!"

Seeing that the teacher was really angry, Pang Siyi and his two roommates realized the seriousness of the problem and immediately panicked.

Pang Siyi hurriedly picked up the "evidence" from the ground, and the other two also quickly grabbed their unfinished sugarcane pieces. Amidst a low murmur of laughter, they scrambled to the back seats, covered in dust and huddled in the dirt, trying to minimize their presence.

Professor Zhao looked at their disheveled appearance and glanced at the lonely sugarcane that had been "offered" on the podium. His anger had actually subsided by more than half.

Having been a university teacher for a long time, especially teaching public elective courses, one has long since developed a "Buddhist" ability to turn a blind eye as long as things are not too excessive.

But today's scene... openly holding a "sugarcane tasting event" in the classroom really exceeded his expectations.

He shook his head helplessly, picked up his textbook, cleared his throat, and decided to ignore the little incident and continue his lecture on classical literature.

But the sugarcane lying on the podium remained motionless.

Pang Siyi, sitting in the back row, quietly breathed a sigh of relief, touched his phone in his pocket, and sent a message to Mo Ye: "Old Mo, you've really got me into trouble! Your 'ceiling' fruit made me get caught and publicly executed by Old Zhao in class!"