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

"Mom? What brings you here?" He Wanqing was somewhat surprised.

Jiang Shuya glanced around the office, her gaze quickly locking onto the door to the break room. As she walked in, she said, "I've come to see my darling Tongtong! Where's Tongtong? Is she sleeping?"

He Wanqing followed, "Mom, Tongtong doesn't..."

Jiang Shuya had already pushed open the door to the lounge.

The room was decorated cozy, with a cartoon bed, plush toys piled up at the head of the bed, and star and moon stickers on the wall, but the bed itself was empty.

Jiang Shuya's face darkened instantly, and she turned around: "Tongtong isn't here...why didn't you say so earlier!"

He Wanqing: "..."

She felt a strange pang of sadness.

Since Tongtong was born, my mother's eyes have been almost entirely on that little granddaughter. Every time she comes over, she looks for Tongtong. Her own daughter's place in her heart has probably fallen to who knows where.

"Tongtong...her father is with her." He Wanqing said with a hint of helplessness.

"Dad?" Jiang Shuya exclaimed in surprise, "Your biological father? You found him?"

He Wanqing nodded and briefly explained the background of Mo Ye's sudden appearance, as well as their current situation of agreeing to marry and raise their child together.

She subconsciously said a few good things about Mo Ye, emphasizing that he was responsible, patient, and good to Tongtong.

Jiang Shuya listened attentively, her expression shifting from surprise to contemplation, then gradually softening, and finally even revealing a hint of satisfaction.

She is an open-minded mother who values ​​character and a sense of responsibility more than family background.

Money is the one thing she has plenty of.

According to my daughter's description, the young man named Mo Ye seems to be quite nice.

But I still kept thinking to myself, why does this name sound so familiar? I feel like I've heard it somewhere before.

She didn't think much of it; she was there to comfort Tongtong.

"Hmm...he sounds like a reliable kid." Jiang Shuya nodded, but then sighed, "So pitiful."

He Wanqing's heart tightened, thinking that her mother disliked Mo Ye because of his ordinary background or something else, and she quickly tried to explain, "Mom, he actually..."

"I meant that young man," Jiang Shuya interrupted her, looking her daughter up and down, shaking her head, her tone carrying a sense of relief that "her own cabbage almost rotted in the ground" and sympathy that "the pig actually dared to root for him," "He's so unlucky to have run into such a wretched thing as you."

He Wanqing: "???"

Jiang Shuya wasn't satisfied yet, so she circled around her, clicking her tongue in approval:

"Look at you, always with a cold face, can't cook, a workaholic, a complete idiot when it comes to life, and with low emotional intelligence... The only thing you can look at is your face, but you're getting more and more like your stubborn old man, tsk, and besides, you're not even that good-looking, not even half as pretty as I was when I was young."

He Wanqing listened to her mother's "precise吐槽" (criticism/roasting), her face darkened, and she was speechless for a moment.

"Alright, I'm not going to argue with you anymore." Jiang Shuya waved her hand.

"Where is Tongtong now? I guess she's back at your villa? I'll go check on her. I need to personally check on my precious Tongtong." He said, turning to leave.

He Wanqing quickly added, "Mom, he might have already taken Tongtong back to the villa. You...you should be careful not to scare him." She was a little worried, remembering her mother's impulsive nature.

Jiang Shuya paused, turned around, a mischievous smile appearing on her face, and drawled out her words:

"Oh, oh, oh—you're already protecting her? Don't worry, Mom knows what she's doing, she won't scare your husband~"

She deliberately emphasized the word "husband," and after saying it, she blew a kiss to her daughter, who had a stiff expression, before happily walking away in her high heels.

He Wanqing watched her mother's disappearing figure and rubbed her temples. Her mother's personality had remained unchanged for decades.

She quickly took out her phone and sent a message to Mo Ye: "My mom might have gone to the villa. Please be aware if you see this message. She's a very nice person, just... a bit too enthusiastic. Don't be nervous."

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The villa, at dusk.

Mo Ye was preparing dinner in the kitchen.

I took Tongtong to class this afternoon, and the little one fell asleep after class and has been sleeping ever since.

Su Qianyue and Pang Siyi had excitedly made plans for dinner, but upon hearing that Tongtong was sleeping, they had to regretfully reschedule and agree to meet again next time.

The aroma of food wafted from the kitchen.

Mo Ye, wearing an apron, skillfully handled the ingredients.

He glanced at his phone and saw the message He Wanqing had sent twenty minutes earlier.

Is my mother-in-law coming?

Mo Ye paused, a rare sense of tension crossing his mind.

Although He Wanqing said she was a very good person, she was, after all, Tongtong's maternal grandmother and He Wanqing's mother.

He subconsciously straightened his collar, which wasn't messy.

Just then, the sound of a key turning in the lock came from outside the door—He Wanqing had given Jiang Shuya the spare key to the villa.

Then, the door was pushed open.

A beautiful woman, dressed in a champagne-colored suit, exuding elegance and nobility, with a resemblance to He Wanqing in her features but with a touch more mature charm and lively spirit, stood smiling at the door, carrying an exquisite handbag.

Her gaze immediately fell on Mo Ye, who was wearing an apron and holding a spatula.

Eyes facing each other.

The warm light from the kitchen, the darkening sky at the doorway, the aroma of food wafting in the air, and the faint sound of Tongtong's soft snoring coming from the children's room.

Everything seemed to freeze for a moment.

Then, Jiang Shuya's smile deepened as she stepped inside, her voice clear and melodious, carrying just the right amount of intimacy and curiosity:

"You must be Mo Ye? I'm Tongtong's maternal grandmother, Jiang Shuya."

Mo Ye felt his back straighten instantly.

That long-lost sense of tension, similar to being suddenly called on by the principal to recite a text in elementary school, swept over him without warning.

He almost reflexively straightened up, his hand gripping the spatula tightening unconsciously, and his mouth, acting before his brain, blurted out, "Hello, Auntie!"

His voice was a little strained and distorted; he even felt a bit silly after he finished speaking.

Jiang Shuya stood at the door, taking in Mo Ye's momentary panic and tension, and her smile deepened.

She didn't go in immediately, but instead quickly and naturally scanned the surroundings—clean, tidy, and cozy, with a pleasant aroma of food in the air and a faint scent of a children's room.

Very good, she's someone who knows how to manage a household.

Then, her gaze returned to Mo Ye himself.

Yes, first impression, perfect.

Tall with long legs, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, she has a refined and elegant appearance.

His features were clean and handsome, especially his eyes, which remained clear and bright even when he was nervous, with a straight gaze and no greasy or shrewdness.

Most importantly, it's about the vibe. Standing there, even with a... uh, cute light yellow apron with a cat pattern (the round orange cat on the apron is staring with big eyes, creating a subtle contrast with Mo Ye's slightly stiff expression at the moment), it doesn't look out of place or feminine at all. Instead, it gives off a strange sense of homey gentleness.

Jiang Shuya's critical scales instantly sank towards "satisfaction"...