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

She remembered a long time ago, her lively college roommate had half-jokingly said, "Wanqing, with your figure and looks, if you were to let go of your inhibitions one day, wear a pure, innocent campus style, and act cute a bit, I guarantee no man could resist! Remember, a white shirt and a light-colored long skirt, perfect!"

At the time, she took it as mere banter and laughed it off.

But at this moment, looking at her daughter's expectant eyes and the man beside her who stirred her emotions, that sentence that had been buried in her memory suddenly became clear.

Perhaps... we could give it a try?

A barely perceptible glint flashed in her cool eyes, but her face remained expressionless as she simply nodded slightly: "Yes, Mommy will go with Tongtong and Daddy."

"Yay—!" Tongtong jumped up excitedly, like a happy little spring fully charged, and ran up the stairs with a "tap tap tap" sound. Her little hand eagerly reached for He Wanqing's, "Mommy! Let's go change into pretty clothes! We need to dress up nicely to go out and play!"

Mo Ye watched the mother and daughter walk upstairs hand in hand, a gentle smile spreading across his eyes.

He walked into the courtyard and carefully checked his "Dreamy Cat Car," making sure the battery was full and the bell was secure. The fluffy cat ears swayed comfortably in the evening breeze.

The wait wasn't long, but when footsteps sounded again on the stairs, Mo Ye, who was adjusting the rearview mirror, casually glanced up and froze instantly, as if struck by an invisible electric current, his breath catching in his throat.

He Wanqing slowly walked down the stairs.

She shed her impeccably tailored suit from the daytime and donned a completely different outfit.

A soft, pure white shirt, the cuffs casually rolled up to the forearms, revealing a section of fair and slender wrist;

She wore a light blue cotton knee-length skirt, the hem of which swayed gently with her steps; on her feet were a pair of simple white sneakers.

She tied her long, black hair, which she always wore up, into a neat high ponytail, with a few loose strands falling naturally to her ears and neck.

The afterglow of the setting sun slanted in through the floor-to-ceiling window behind her, gilding her with a fuzzy golden edge.

Gone is the sharpness and aloofness of a workplace elite. At this moment, her features are still exquisite, but incredibly gentle, like a campus goddess who has stepped out of the past, clean and beautiful, with a kind of beauty that can easily touch the softest part of people's hearts.

Mo Ye's gaze was held captive by a magnet, and he forgot to look away for a moment. He had seen her cold and aloof demeanor, and he had seen her casually dressed in her home clothes, but he had never imagined that she had this side... a side that could make his heart race.

He Wanqing maintained her composure as she slowly walked down the last step.

But only she knew that when Mo Ye's almost frozen, amazed gaze fell upon her, a small firework of pride quietly bloomed in a corner of her heart.

As expected... my roommate's theory might actually make some sense at certain times?

This realization made her walk with an unconscious lightness.

"Daddy!" Tongtong's clear voice broke the silence. She had also changed her clothes and flew over like a little yellow butterfly, hugging Mo Ye's leg tightly.

The little one was wearing a light yellow tulle dress, with white daisies adorning the hem.

Her skin was already snow-white, and the bright yellow color made it appear even more translucent, like a freshly baked glutinous rice ball coated in yellow sugar, exuding a sweet and milky aura, so cute that you wanted to take a bite.

"Does Tongtong look good in this outfit?" She tilted her little face up, waiting for her father's praise.

Mo Ye then came to his senses, coughed lightly to cover up his earlier lapse in composure, squatted down, and looked at his daughter, praising her sincerely: "She looks beautiful. Our Tongtong looks good in anything, like a little princess."

Tongtong, who had received the praise, keenly caught the "key point," pouting slightly with a hint of jealousy: "Then why didn't Daddy look at Tongtong just now, and kept looking at Mommy?"

"Cough! Cough cough..." Mo Ye coughed lightly, his ears burning slightly, when his daughter's bluntness made him cough. He quickly came up with a solution, "Just now... just now when Mom went down the stairs, she blocked Dad's view of Tongtong."

This explanation was barely acceptable. Tongtong gave a vague "Oh."

He Wanqing took in the interaction between the father and daughter. Mo Ye's fleeting embarrassment and blushing ear tips were like a feather gently brushing against her heart, bringing a secret pleasure.

But she showed no sign of it on her face. She simply walked up to the two of them and said in a calm tone, "Let's go, it'll get dark soon."

"Okay!" Tongtong immediately grabbed Mo Ye with one hand and tried to grab He Wanqing with the other, but found that her mother had already walked ahead.

The little girl blinked, feeling that her mother seemed a little different today.

Mo Ye also noticed that He Wanqing seemed to be walking a little faster than usual.

He touched his nose, took Tongtong's hand, and followed. To ease the awkwardness from before, he deliberately put on a serious face and walked in front, unaware that his slightly reddened ears had already betrayed him.

Upon arriving in the courtyard, the uniquely designed "cat car" was parked quietly there.

He Wanqing stood in front of the car, her gaze unusually curious and scrutinizing.

These two-wheeled electric vehicles were practically nonexistent in her life.

Mo Ye took a long stride, skillfully steadied the vehicle, and straightened it.

Tongtong, familiar with the place, wanted to squeeze into the most "central" position between her parents—where she could have the best view and be protected by both of them.

Seeing this, He Wanqing's little plan almost fell through.

She quickly spoke up, her tone carrying just the right amount of "newbie" caution: "Tongtong, it's safer for you to sit in the child seat that Daddy added in the front."

"Mom...it's her first time riding in this kind of vehicle, she's a little unaccustomed to it and needs to hold onto Dad."

She paused, then added, in a coaxing tone, "Once Mommy is more familiar with the place, when we come back, Tongtong can sit in the middle, okay?"

Tongtong glanced at her own little car seat with a seatbelt in front of her, then at her mother who seemed genuinely nervous. Although a little disappointed, she nodded understandingly, "Okay! It's a deal then, Tongtong will sit in the middle when we come back!"

"Okay, it's settled." He Wanqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

With Mo Ye's help, Tongtong climbed onto the front seat using both her hands and feet. Mo Ye carefully fastened her seatbelt and adjusted her posture.

He Wanqing then walked to the back of the car.

She hesitated for a moment, then, mimicking how she remembered others sitting on the back of an electric scooter, she sat down sideways.

The seats were narrower than I had imagined, instantly bringing the two of us closer together.

She didn't know what to do with one hand, so she gently placed it on Mo Ye's right shoulder.