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

After thinking about it, she felt that it seemed a bit insulting, but at that moment she couldn't think of a better way to handle it.

Let's just consider it... an accidental, mutually beneficial fleeting affair. Using money to draw a clear line is the most straightforward way.

Immediately, her gaze fell on the ID card.

A thought flashed through her mind—she couldn't leave any clues that might allow him to trace her information.

She quickly stuffed her ID card into her bag.

"You took my virginity... I'll take your ID, and that'll... even things out."

She spoke to the sleeping Mo Ye in a voice almost only she could hear, as if performing a childish, self-comforting ritual.

Before leaving the room, she immediately contacted the hotel management.

They demanded the deletion of all CCTV footage recordings of her from entering the hotel to leaving, and that no backups be made.

Only after doing all this and ensuring everything went perfectly did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.

They disappeared quickly at the end of the hotel corridor, as if fleeing a crime scene.

She couldn't understand why she had such severe "misandry" that made it almost impossible for her to have normal contact with men.

Why did it fail in front of that boy last night?

Is it because of the numbness caused by alcohol?

Perhaps... She shook her head, unwilling to delve any further into this troubling question.

Shortly after He Wanqing left, Mo Ye was also awakened by the increasingly intense sunlight and the pressure on his bladder.

He opened his eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling, his body aching as if it were falling apart.

And those beautiful yet chaotic fragments in his mind were all reminding him of what had happened last night.

"Damn it..." he cursed under his breath, sat up, and then saw the few conspicuous red banknotes on the bedside table.

In an instant, a surge of anger, fueled by humiliation, rushed to his head!

What is this?

Is it for prostitution?

He, Mo Ye, was actually mistaken for... a gigolo?!

This is an utter disgrace!

He grabbed the few banknotes, almost crumpling them into a ball before throwing them into the trash can.

But the movement stopped in mid-air.

It seems a bit foolish to turn down money.

After all... last night... it seemed... not bad?

He reluctantly straightened the money again and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Consider it... compensation for emotional distress?" He tried to save face.

He tried hard to recall what the woman looked like, but could only remember a vague image.

Her features were exquisitely beautiful, with long, thick hair as thick as seaweed, and... an impressively wonderful feel to her touch.

My gaze inadvertently swept across the bed sheet, where a small patch had already dried.

The dark red mark, like a tiny brand, stung his eyes.

Is this...her first time?

This realization sent a shiver down his spine.

The anger and humiliation seemed to have subsided somewhat, replaced by a complex emotion that was difficult to describe.

If it's all the first time for both of us... then it seems like... I'm not at too much of a loss?

There was even a faint sense of absurdity, as if I had gotten the better deal.

He silently tore off the bed sheet, carefully folded it, and stuffed it deep into his backpack.

It was as if they wanted to seal away that chaotic, absurd, and extremely seductive night.

It was then that he realized his ID card was missing.

They searched every corner of the room, even shaking out all the clothes, but found nothing.

"Drinking leads to trouble...it really does lead to trouble!"

He slapped his forehead in frustration, "I'll never drink this much again!"

He didn't think to ask Su Qianyue for help to check the surveillance footage.

Firstly, he didn't want his two friends to know about this embarrassing incident, otherwise he wouldn't have a moment of peace for the next few decades;

Secondly, subconsciously, he might not really want to find the woman who left behind a few hundred yuan and a piece of blood before mysteriously disappearing.

What he didn't know was that even if he wanted to investigate, all the clues had already been cut off by He Wanqing herself.

In the end, he could only define this experience as a bizarre and sensual "wonderful encounter," keeping it deep in his heart.

He had no idea that this brief one-night entanglement, like the flapping of a butterfly's wings,

This will completely change the trajectory of his peaceful life in the near future.

The gears of fate have begun to turn.

Four years have passed in the blink of an eye.

In an elegantly decorated villa with a superb view, there is a delicately crafted little dumpling.

She was standing on tiptoe, conducting her "secret exploration" in front of an exquisite five-drawer chest.

Her name is He Huantong, nickname Tongtong. She is three years old and is the little princess of the family.

She is also recognized as a "little bandit" - because once she sets her mind on something, her stubbornness and determination to achieve her goal are quite impressive, with the momentum to "sweep away thousands of troops".

"Why... do all the other kids have dads, but I, the bandit Tong, don't?"

She muttered to herself as she struggled to open the drawer.

Mom always says that Dad is doing very important things in a faraway place and is very, very busy.

But she's already three years old. Even if her father is busy, can't he even send back a single photo?

Can't you even make a video call?

This question had been buried in her young heart for a long time, and today it finally broke through the soil and grew into a towering tree.

She decided to find clues about her father on her own!

She believed that her mother must be secretly hiding photos of her father!

Finally, in the innermost compartment of an old photo album covered in pale purple velvet, her fingertips touched a hard card.

She carefully pulled it out—it was an old ID card.

On the back of the ID card was a sticky note with my mother's neat but slightly messy handwriting, as if she had written it with some complex emotions:

"Tongtong's father."

Tongtong's eyes lit up instantly, like two big light bulbs.

"It's Daddy! I found Daddy!" she whispered, her heart pounding.

The man in the ID photo has handsome features and a well-defined face.

Even in a somewhat stiff ID photo, his clean-cut youthful spirit is undeniable.

"Mo... Ye..." she struggled to recognize the few characters she knew.

Pointing her little finger at the photo, she exclaimed, "Daddy is so handsome! Even more handsome than the princes in cartoons!"

A feeling of grievance welled up in my heart:

"Mom is so mean!"

She kept her handsome father a secret from Tongtong!

I'm going to find my dad myself!

I almost said, "He Wanqing, how can you be so selfish!"

A bold plan instantly took shape in her clever little head.

Like a little mouse that has stolen some sesame oil, she tiptoed out of the room and headed straight for the study.

"Grandpa Chao! Grandpa Chao!" she called out in a childish voice, her tone deliberately urgency.

In the study, an elderly man dressed in a neatly pressed Zhongshan suit with his hair combed meticulously looked up at the sound.

The serious lines on his face softened the moment he saw the little dumpling, and loving smile lines appeared at the corners of his eyes.

This is Zhou Yuanchao, the old butler of the He family. He watched He Wanqing grow up and now he cherishes Tongtong even more.

"Miss, what's wrong?" Zhou Yuanchao put down the documents in his hand and bent down.

He easily caught the little dumpling who rushed towards him and pulled her into his arms, gently stroking the top of her soft hair:

"You're running so fast, be careful not to fall."

Tongtong wrapped her arms around his neck, blinking her big eyes, trying her best to make her expression look incredibly sincere:

"Grandpa Chao, could you help Tongtong find someone?"