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

He Wanqing also came closer, looking down at the words on the red paper. Every stroke exuded the unique composure and strength of the older generation. She couldn't help but speak:

"Grandpa, let me grind the ink for you." She wanted to be involved in her own marriage certificate.

Mo Weiguo looked up at her, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothing out: "Alright, alright, you two can help each other."

He Wanqing rolled up her sleeves, picked up the ink stick, and began to slowly grind the ink.

The marriage certificate took nearly an hour to write. Mo Weiguo wrote it three times, examining it after each writing, until he finally nodded in satisfaction on the third draft.

Next came the invitations—hundreds of them. Each one required handwriting the name and date, and the whole family worked until it was completely dark before they could finish.

The wedding date is getting closer every day.

Red silk was hung in the courtyard, a large red "囍" character was pasted on the gate, dragon and phoenix candlesticks were placed in the hall, and even the lanterns under the eaves were replaced with the "囍" character.

Mo Ye has been extremely busy these days, handling everything from purchasing and decorating to coordinating with the wedding planning team, confirming the guest list, trying on wedding dresses, and rehearsing the process.

He Wanqing was also busy, trying out makeup, choosing headpieces, confirming the menu, and messaging the bridesmaids to confirm the itinerary...

The wedding day was on the sixteenth day of the first lunar month.

Before dawn, firecrackers went off.

Mo Ye rode a horse, wearing a bright red dragon and phoenix gown with a large red flower hanging on his chest, followed by an eight-bearer sedan chair, making a lot of noise and banging as they went along the village road to welcome the bride.

The journey wasn't long, but the sedan chair was carried steadily and smoothly.

The sedan chair was steadily carried back to the Mo family mansion, and firecrackers exploded once again, scattering red paper scraps like flower petals all over the steps at the entrance.

Mo Ye dismounted, the sedan curtain was lifted, and He Wanqing was dressed in a bright red wedding gown with a red veil covering her face.

He reached out his hand, and she gently placed her hand on it.

The wedding ceremony takes place in the main hall.

Red candles burned brightly, and offerings were laid out on the altar. The master of ceremonies' voice was loud and resonant.

First bow to heaven and earth, second bow to parents, then husband and wife bow to each other. When the last "Ceremony complete" fell, Mo Ye turned his head to look at He Wanqing beside him. Her face was covered by a veil, but he knew she was looking at him too.

Tongtong, wearing a little red dress and carrying a bouquet of flowers, ran up to us, her chubby little hands raised high: "Happy wedding, Mom and Dad!"

He Wanqing bent down, took the bouquet of flowers, and gently rubbed Tongtong's little head with her other hand.

As evening fell, the guests gradually dispersed, but the red candles remained lit.

Mo Ye pushed open the door to the new room. He Wanqing was sitting on the edge of the bed, her red veil still covering her face, her hands quietly folded on her knees.

Mo Ye walked over and was about to lift the veil when He Wanqing suddenly patted the back of his hand. Her voice, coming through the veil, carried a hint of reproach: "Use that jade ruyi."

Mo Ye withdrew his hand, glanced down at the jade ruyi on the bedside table, picked it up, and said, "Oh, oh, isn't this your first time being a groom? A little nervous."

He Wanqing's voice was cool: "How many more times do you want to do it?"

Mo Ye quickly said, "Once is enough."

He gently lifted her veil with a jade ruyi. The candlelight illuminated her face, revealing flawless white skin, and a shy smile played between her brows and eyes.

Mo Ye looked at her, remaining silent for a moment, his gaze lingering on her face for several breaths: "You look beautiful today."

He Wanqing tilted her head slightly, looking at his stunned expression, a slight smile playing on her lips, but her tone remained indifferent:

"You smooth talker. Hurry up and take this hair accessory off my head, it's so heavy."

Mo Ye didn't rush to make a move, but instead reached out and put his arm around her waist, then leaned down and kissed her.

He Wanqing gently patted him: "Haven't you seen enough of me before?"

Mo Ye's voice lowered: "It's never enough. Besides, you're my bride today, so it's definitely different."

He paused, then lowered his voice, "Call me husband and let me hear it."

He Wanqing lowered her head and whispered, "Husband."

Mo Ye's lips curled up, his voice carrying a satisfied smile: "My wife."

The two drank a toast together, and then Mo Ye reached out to remove the hair ornament from her head.

One by one, she took off her gold hairpins, silver hairpins, and pearl flowers and placed them on the table. Finally, her hair fell down, draped over her shoulders, like a piece of black silk that had been untied.

She let out a long sigh, her voice filled with a sense of relief: "Finally, it's all demolished."

Mo Ye's hand was still on her shoulder as he looked down at her. "Shall we get down to business?"

He Wanqing rolled her eyes at him: "You scoundrel."

Mo Ye lowered his head, his lips almost touching her ear: "Isn't this normal between husband and wife?"

He Wanqing reached out and poked his chest, her voice tinged with a hint of teasing: "Are those wedding dresses you bought normal too?"

Mo Ye coughed, a little embarrassed.

She was referring to what happened a few days ago, when she wore that wedding dress and he didn't let her go all night.

Mo Ye leaned close to her ear: "Are you wearing it tonight?"

He Wanqing grumbled and rolled her eyes at him: "You're not going to wear it anymore?"

Mo Ye nodded, pulled the blanket over the two of them, and the red candle swayed gently in the night breeze before burning steadily again.

The next morning, sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, falling softly on the two pillows with red double happiness symbols pasted on them.

Mo Ye woke up first, turned his head to look at the person in his arms. He Wanqing was still asleep, her eyelashes hanging quietly, and her cheeks still had the blush left from last night.

He stared at her for a long time until her eyelashes trembled slightly and she opened her eyes.

He Wanqing blinked, saw the person in front of her clearly, and gently bit his shoulder, the force not too strong, like a kitten grinding its teeth: "You bad guy."

Mo Ye looked down at the faint teeth marks on her shoulder, then reached out and pinched her cheek: "Does your tooth hurt?"

He Wanqing wrinkled her little nose, snorted, and turned her face away.

Looking at her puffed-up little face, Mo Ye's lips curled up, thinking that his Wanqing was becoming more and more adorable.

He reached out and brushed the stray hairs from her forehead, his voice gentle: "Let's get up and have breakfast."

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Jiang Hui standing in the corridor, holding a red lacquered tray with a brand-new broom and a small dustpan on it. She smiled at He Wanqing and said, "Wanqing, come on, sweep up this money."

He Wanqing nodded obediently, took the broom, bent down, and began to sweep the scattered red envelopes and wedding candies into the dustpan.

This is a local custom: on the second day after a new bride enters the family, she must "sweep up money," symbolizing sweeping wealth into the home.

Mo Ye leaned against the door frame, looking at He Wanqing's serious profile, a smile playing on his lips.

Tongtong shot up the stairs like a little cannonball, her short legs moving incredibly fast, and plunged headfirst into Mo Ye's arms, looking up at him with her little face: "Daddy, Mommy!"

Mo Ye bent down and picked her up, letting her sit in his arms.

Tongtong wrapped her arms around his neck and peeked her little head towards He Wanqing, asking, "Daddy and Mommy are going to have a little brother or sister, right?"

After she finished speaking, she tilted her head to look at He Wanqing's belly, her little face full of curiosity.

Mo Ye gently rubbed her head: "Not that fast yet."

Tongtong wiggled her little body: "The uncles and aunts outside all say that once you get married, you'll have a baby."

Mo Ye squatted down, placed her on the ground, and looked intently into her eyes:

"Having a baby is not an easy thing, and it will be very hard for the mother."

Tongtong scratched her little head: "Is this how it looks? Mommy will have a hard time?"

Mo Ye nodded: "And it's very dangerous."

Tongtong's face changed instantly, and she quickly waved her chubby little hands, saying, "Then Tongtong shouldn't mess with me~"

Mo Ye reached out and picked her up again: "If only Mommy and Daddy had one Tongtong."

He Wanqing stood to the side, listening to the conversation between the father and daughter, pursed her lips, and did not respond.

But she was already thinking that she wanted to have a son for him, so that she would have both a son and a daughter.

That evening, He Wanqing lay on top of Mo Ye, tracing circles on his chest with her fingers, her voice soft and gentle: "I want to have a son."

Mo Ye grasped her mischievous hand and looked down at her: "Giving birth is very hard, you know that."

He Wanqing raised her head and looked into his eyes: "But I'm willing."

Mo Ye felt something gently bump against his heart.

He was silent for a moment before saying, "It would be good to have Tongtong."

He Wanqing gently shook her head and pressed her face back against his chest: "You won't wear that anymore."

Mo Ye knew she had made up her mind, so he pulled her closer to him: "Alright, no matter what the next baby is, let's not have any more, okay?"

He Wanqing nodded: "I'll listen to you. It would be so nice if our son looked like you; he looks so easy to bully."

Mo Ye chuckled and leaned down to kiss the top of her head: "So you're here to have kids for fun?"

He Wanqing nodded confidently: "Otherwise what?"

Mo Ye smiled and tightened his grip on her arm: "Then I'll wait a bit..."