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

Su Qianyue's cheeks flushed with excitement, and she immediately began to fantasize: "Oh my god, does that mean my idol is now my sister-in-law?"

Does that mean my idol and I are practically family?

I want to be Tongtong's godmother! Absolutely!

Pang Siyi quickly raised his hand: "Me too! I want to be your godfather!"

Mo Ye was now in a bit of a dilemma: "This...we need to ask Tongtong's mother for permission first."

He pointed to Tongtong, who was still focused on eating her cake and completely oblivious to what the adults were talking about.

The little guy sensed everyone's gaze, raised his head, his little mouth smeared with cream, and made a bewildered "Hmm?" sound. His innocent little face almost melted Su Qianyue's heart.

Time flew by in relaxed and pleasant conversation.

The reason Mo Ye told them he knew they weren't big mouths and weren't going to reveal He Wanqing's affairs was because he knew they wouldn't be able to keep it a secret for long anyway.

Before we knew it, it was almost time for class.

Pang Siyi and Su Qianyue were reluctant to part, wishing they could skip class and stay with Tongtong.

Tongtong put down her little spoon and said in a serious, childlike voice, "Uncle Fatty, Aunt Qianyue, skipping class isn't good. Daddy said good kids go to class on time."

The two were taken aback by this sudden "education," and then didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

In order to maintain a good image in front of their "god-daughter," the two had no choice but to give up and agreed to pick up Tongtong after class so they could have dinner together.

Before leaving, Su Qianyue couldn't help but lean over and give Tongtong a big kiss on her fair and soft little face.

Tongtong froze, then frowned, wiped her face with the back of her hand in disgust, and complained in a childish voice:

"Aunt Qianyue, your drool is all over Tongtong's face~"

Su Qianyue was delighted by her adorable appearance, and with a satisfied "slurp," she waved to Tongtong, "Goodbye, Tongtong! Wait for Auntie after class!"

Tongtong nodded and waved her chubby little hand: "Goodbye Aunt Qianyue, goodbye Uncle Little Fatty."

Pang Siyi: "..." Well, it seems I can't shake off the nickname "Little Fatty Uncle".

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In a large classroom of the Computer Science Department at S University.

The afternoon sunlight slanted through the windows, casting warm golden spots of light on the wooden floor of the lecture hall.

Dust particles floated in the air, someone was playing music on a multimedia screen, interspersed with keyboard clicks and occasional whispers.

When Mo Ye carried Tongtong into the classroom, the previously somewhat oppressive air seemed to ripple as if a pebble had been thrown in.

Mo Ye, who was already attracting a lot of attention, now had a cute little dumpling in his arms, dressed in a light yellow dress, which instantly drew the attention of the entire classroom—especially the few female students who were already few in number, whose eyes were almost glued to the two of them.

"Look! Mo Ye!"

"Who is he holding? His little sister? She's so cute!"

"Oh my god, that child looks just like Mo Ye, a miniature version of him!"

"I want to steal...no, I want to hug you!"

The whispers grew louder.

Tongtong seemed to be used to this kind of attention, or rather, she was born a little bully.

She leaned on Mo Ye's shoulder, her big, dark eyes curiously observing the older students in the classroom. She wasn't shy at all, and even grinned at a few girls who were looking at her, revealing a sweet, chubby smile.

That laugh was incredibly powerful.

"Ah—I'm gone!"

"She's smiling at me! She's so sweet!"

"Mo Ye! Is this your sister? Can I hug her?"

During the break between classes, a few bold girls gathered around, holding various snacks—potato chips, jelly, chocolate, lollipops—things that college students have no shortage of.

"Little friend, what's your name?"

"Want some candy? I have some yogurt candy here!"

"Want some cookies? They're imported, and they're really delicious!"

Mo Ye placed Tongtong on an empty chair. She sat upright, her short legs dangling in the air and swaying gently.

Facing the enthusiastic older brothers and sisters, she was not intimidated at all; instead, she turned on her "social bandit" mode.

"Hello, sister~ My name is Tongtong!" Her sweet, childlike voice was both sweet and crisp.

"Brother, these cookies look delicious, but Tongtong already had cake this morning~"

"Thank you for the candy, sister. Dad said I can't take other people's things without permission."

She's quick-witted, logical, and incredibly polite; coupled with her irresistibly cute face, she's a killer weapon.

However, a "small mountain" of snacks had already piled up on the table in front of her.

I simply couldn't refuse.

Mo Ye looked at the ever-growing pile of snacks, somewhat amused and exasperated, and quickly and gently stopped them:

"Thank you, everyone, but Tongtong is still too young to eat so much."

Tongtong nodded her little head vigorously, stretched out her chubby little hand and pushed the snacks in front of her aside, saying in a childish but very serious voice:

"Brother and sister, Tongtong can't accept so many gifts~ Next time... next time Tongtong will ask Daddy to buy some delicious food to bring for everyone!"

She even knows about "reciprocity"!

These sensible and thoughtful words instantly touched the hearts of everyone present.

The girls clutched their chests, looking like they were breathless with cuteness; the boys couldn't help but show loving, fatherly smiles.

"Why is Tongtong so well-behaved!"

"Mo Ye, how did you raise your sister? She's so well-behaved!"

"I can't take it anymore, I want to steal a child..."

"I think you just want to eat paper eggs..."

Tongtong became the class's darling, and her popularity even surpassed that of her school heartthrob father at one point.

The bell rang, and the professor walked into the classroom.

This is an elderly professor with gray hair and a kind smile. His surname is Chen. He is highly respected in the field of computer science, but he is also humorous and very popular with his students.

As soon as he entered the classroom, he noticed the tiny boy sitting in the front row who stood out conspicuously.

"Oh?" Professor Chen pushed up his glasses, looked at Mo Ye, and smiled, "Mo Ye, you even brought a 'little teaching assistant' to class today?"

The students laughed good-naturedly.

Mo Ye stood up, not bothering to hide Tongtong's identity—that would be irresponsible towards her, and also to avoid causing Xiao Tuanzi any misunderstandings—so he directly revealed Tongtong's identity:

"Professor Chen, this is my daughter Tongtong. There's no one to take care of her at home, so..."

"Daughter?!" Professor Chen and many of his classmates were taken aback.

Nobody knew that Mo Ye had a daughter.

And I've never heard of him having any scandals with any goddess!

Everyone thought it was more likely that she was a goddaughter.

"Good, good, good, good daughter!" Professor Chen was very open-minded. He waved his hand to let Mo Ye sit down and his gaze fell on Tongtong, who was looking up at him with a curious expression. The more he looked at her, the more he liked her.

Throughout his life, he had countless students and was surrounded by children and grandchildren. He was most vulnerable to intelligent and adorable children.

Midway through the lecture, Professor Chen asked a question about basic algorithmic logic. It wasn't difficult, but it required a slight shift in thinking.

Some students were deep in thought, some were pretending to look at their notes, and others were secretly scrolling through their phones.

Just then, a small, chubby, white hand struggled to rise from beside Mo Ye, even tiptoeing slightly because it wasn't high enough...