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

After Tongtong finished drawing her cards, she looked down and saw that they were all red.

She remembered her father saying that Hongzhong was a leper, capable of turning into anything.

She counted the red coins in her hand: one, two, three, four... four!

Her mouth instantly opened into an "O" shape, then she quickly covered it with her hand, her eyes darting around as she pondered something.

Mo Ye leaned over for a look, and his lips twitched: "Tongtong, you won again."

He Wanning suddenly looked up, her face full of disbelief: "Tongtong got another incredible hand?"

She leaned back, crossed her arms, and shouted, "Hey, you guys setting up the mahjong table downstairs! I see you!"

She took a deep breath and added quietly, "Don't beginners usually only have good luck in the first round? How come she had two? Hajitong, no one will want to play mahjong with you if you play like that."

Jiang Shuya and Jiang Hui watched the little dumpling from the side, their smiles wide.

Jiang Shuya reached out and patted Tongtong's head: "Tongtong is amazing."

Tongtong lowered her head a little shyly, a faint blush rising on her face: "I was a little lucky~"

He Wanning's lips twitched—was this a billion points?

The third game has finally begun.

Mo Ye sat next to Tongtong, watching his daughter play cards, and suddenly noticed a pattern: Tongtong seemed to only keep the Wan suit and discard all the other cards.

Is this a strategy of betting on a pure suit?

But she didn't have many "ten thousand" characters in her possession...

Just as Mo Ye was about to speak up to remind her, he saw Tongtong throw out one of the three sticks without hesitation.

Mo Ye's lips twitched slightly: "Tongtong, it's going to be hard for you to win if you play like this."

Tongtong didn't even look up, her chubby little hands groping on the table: "I like this."

Looking at her expression that said, "I have my own rhythm," Mo Ye could only nod and say, "If you like it, then so be it."

He helped her draw a card. Tongtong carefully flipped it over, glanced at it, and then chuckled. She put the card she had just drawn into her own wall of cards and then threw out a one of bamboo.

In the following rounds, Tongtong seemed to have a cheat code, throwing out her loose cards one by one, slowly and steadily stacking four sets of three together.

He Wanning watched as she covered all twelve cards face down, and her temples throbbed several times.

She's also ready to win; she's waiting for 30,000.

But Zhang Sanwan seemed to be dead, and wouldn't come out no matter what.

She glanced at the six of wan in her hand, then at Tongtong's row of face-down tiles. She knew Tongtong was waiting for a wan tile, because Tongtong hadn't played a single wan tile from beginning to end.

A bad thought suddenly popped into her mind: Could she be listening to Liu Wan?

It shouldn't be that unlucky.

She gritted her teeth and threw out 60,000: "60,000!"

Upon hearing this, Tongtong seemed to have been switched on; she slapped her chubby little hand on the table and excitedly yelled, "I won!"

He Wanning stared at her: "You won? Let me see what your hand is! Are you bluffing?"

Tongtong calmly flipped over her cards: three, four, five of the same suit, three, four, five of the same suit, three, four, five of the same suit, three, four, five of the same suit, neatly arranged, she won with six of the same suit.

He Wanning stared at her deck of cards; all three wan were there. She felt as if her soul had been ripped away: "Why didn't you take them?"

Tongtong tilted her head: "I don't need to! If I carry the cards, I'll have to draw them. What about the others?"

He Wanning went completely mad. If money were to be transferred, she estimated she would lose even her pants!

She took a deep breath, her voice trembling: "Hajitong, what kind of luck do you have!"

Tongtong shook her chubby little hands and touched her little pigtails: "I'm a little lucky~ Basic operation, don't be silly."

He Wanning was so angry she gritted her teeth: "I don't believe you, let's try again!"

Tongtong sighed and shook her head like a little adult: "Hey~ look at you, you're in such a hurry, can't you be a little more composed~"

He Wanning almost vomited blood; this little dumpling really knows how to deliver the final blow.

After playing for two hours, He Wanning didn't win a single game.

It's either Jiang Hui, Jiang Shuya, or Tongtong who will win.

He Wanning felt like the whole world was targeting her.

She pushed the cards aside, leaned back in her chair, and crossed her arms.

"It must be a feng shui problem; the location is bad. I'm not playing anymore."

He Wanqing glanced at her and smiled, "Let me try it."

Then, He Wanqing won the first game.

He Wanning was silent for a moment, then said in a muffled voice, "........Okay, I guess I'm just not as good as them."

Jiang Shuya stood up and stretched: "It's getting late. The children need to go shopping for New Year's goods tomorrow, so let's call it a day."

Everyone nodded.

Tongtong rubbed her big eyes, yawned, and said, her battery completely depleted, "Time for bed~"

The next morning.

Mo Ye opened his eyes and glanced at the person next to him who was still curled up in bed.

He Wanqing nestled in the quilt, with only a section of her jet-black hair and a round ear showing.

He reached out and gently patted her back, his voice hoarse from just waking up: "Get up."

He Wanqing snuggled up and buried her face even deeper into the blanket: "Sleeping is the most comfortable thing in the middle of winter, don't make a sound."

Looking at her reluctant way out of bed, Mo Ye reminded her again, "Do you remember we were going to the market?"

He Wanqing reached out and pulled the quilt over her head, wrapping herself up like a dumpling, her voice muffled and distant:

"I don't want to, I want to sleep."

Mo Ye was silent for a moment, then reached his hand under the covers.

His hand, cool from the outside, touched her warm waist. He Wanqing jolted as if electrocuted, gasped, and jerked her head out from under the covers.

"Are you trying to kill me?! Your hands are so cold!"

Looking at her sleepy and exasperated expression, Mo Ye chuckled, "Could you get up otherwise?"

He Wanqing rubbed the spot that had been chilled, her voice tinged with resentment and accusation: "It's all because you held me down last night and wouldn't let me sleep."

Mo Ye looked at her: "Didn't you always say you were absorbing yang energy to replenish yin...?"

He Wanqing blushed slightly, her voice muffled: "I said I didn't want it anymore, but you still wouldn't let me go. It's all your fault."

Mo Ye leaned against the headboard, his hands behind his head:

"Can this be stopped halfway through? Okay, get up quickly, Tongtong will be here soon and will see you all naked."

He Wanqing thought for a moment and said confidently, "Don't worry, I don't believe that little lazybones Tongtong won't stay in bed in the middle of winter."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a "click" came from the doorknob, indicating that someone was turning the doorknob.