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

Mo Ye opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Jiang Hui carried the styrofoam boxes into the kitchen, opened the lids, and found slaughtered chickens inside, neatly packed in freezer bags.

There was also a bag of eggs and a bundle of fresh vegetables tied with rope, with water droplets still clinging to the leaves.

She clapped her hands: "They wouldn't let me bring it alive, so I killed it and brought it over."

Mo Ye nodded and put the items into the refrigerator one by one.

He Yanzhou and Mo Chashan also arrived. The two of them unloaded a large pile of nutritional supplements from the car and stacked them into a small mountain on the coffee table in the living room.

Mo Chashan patted the stack of boxes: "If you don't have enough, tell Dad."

Looking at the nutritional supplements, He Wanqing felt she had been fed like a pig: "Dad, that's enough, that's enough."

He Yanzhou stood to the side and said, "If you can't finish it, just share it with others. We're not short of money."

Jiang Hui looked at He Wanqing, her voice pleading, "Wanqing, would you like me to stay and take care of you?"

He Wanqing: "Mom, no need, you're busy all the time."

Jiang Hui wanted to say something, but Mo Chashan gently tugged at her sleeve: "Xiao Hui, just let Mo Ye take care of her."

Jiang Hui understood what he meant. She and Wanqing were from different generations, so there were some things that it was not easy for the mother-in-law to say, but the husband could.

She turned to look at Mo Ye: "You brat, take good care of Wanqing. If you can't, just tell me."

Mo Ye nodded: "Mom, don't worry, I can take good care of Wanqing."

Jiang Hui continued to ramble on, clearly not completely at ease.

Jiang Shuya spoke up from the side: "I believe Xiao Mo can do a good job. Besides, we won't interfere in the young people's affairs. It will be more natural for the two of them to be alone. The pregnant woman's emotions are very important. If she doesn't understand something, she can just ask."

Jiang Hui said, "Shuya, you're so thoughtful."

"You're worrying too much," Jiang Shuya said.

He Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief seeing that both of her mothers were so open-minded.

She still preferred the feeling of being alone with Mo Ye, feeling comfortable and natural. Even though Jiang Shuya was her biological mother, it wasn't as good as being with Mo Ye, where she didn't have to think too much about what she was doing.

Jiang Hui and Jiang Shuya cooked a meal together, and the kitchen was filled with the clanging sound of spatulas hitting the edge of the pot.

Mo Ye stood at the living room doorway and asked, "Where's Tongtong?"

He Yanzhou was sitting on the sofa drinking tea: "That girl Wan Ning took her to the amusement park."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a series of "tap tap tap" footsteps came from the courtyard gate.

Tongtong burst in like a little cannonball, her short legs moving incredibly fast, plunging headfirst into the living room, her little face tilted upwards:

"Mommy, Mommy! I have a younger brother or sister! Where are they?!"

He Wanqing sat on the sofa, looking at her impatient little face, and reached out to pull her to her side: "She's still in Mommy's tummy."

Tongtong carefully stretched out her chubby little hand and gently placed it on He Wanqing's stomach. Her little face was tense as she cautiously touched it.

"Little brother or sister? I'm the older sister~"

Mo Ye walked over and patted her little head: "Tongtong will be a good older sister in the future."

Tongtong nodded her little head vigorously: "Tongtong will take care of them!"

Mo Ye squatted down to look her in the eye: "Taking care of your younger siblings is your responsibility as parents. Tongtong, just enjoy playing with them."

Tongtong thought for a moment, then added, "Tongtong will take them to play!"

Mo Ye smiled and nodded: "Tongtong will take them to play from now on."

Tongtong rubbed her chubby little hands together, looking expectant.

He Wanning also came in, carrying cotton candy she bought for Tongtong: "Sister, brother-in-law, congratulations!"

Mo Ye smiled and nodded: "Wan Ning, thank you for taking care of Tong Tong."

He Wanning waved her hand and handed the cotton candy to Tongtong: "Tongtong, it's so much fun, it's not tiring at all."

After dinner, Jiang Hui pulled Mo Ye to the kitchen door and gave him a long talk.

Mo Ye listened patiently, nodding repeatedly, "Don't worry, Mom."

As the days went by, He Wanqing's belly grew bigger and bigger, like a seed watered by spring water.

When she was a little over six months pregnant, she could clearly feel the two little ones rolling around in her belly.

Every night, Tongtong would lie down next to her and put her ear to listen for a while.

One day, she felt a small movement in her belly, paused for a moment, and then looked up in surprise: "Mommy! Are my little brother and sister moving?"

He Wanqing nodded and held her little hand: "Yes, Tongtong can touch it."

Tongtong stretched out her chubby little hand and carefully placed it on her palm. The warm belly undulated gently in her hand.

She paused for a moment, then giggled, "Mommy, they kicked me!"

He Wanqing looked down into her daughter's bright eyes, her voice carrying a gentle smile:

"Yes, my younger brother and sister really like Tongtong."

Tongtong puffed out her little chest: "Tongtong is going to tell them stories!"

He Wanqing nodded, and Tongtong immediately cleared her throat and began to tell the story of Leiting that Mo Ye had told her before. She told it with great enthusiasm, getting excited herself as she spoke.

Mo Ye sat on the chair next to him, his lips twitching slightly.

He shouldn't have told her those nonsensical stories in the first place; this little girl has such a good memory, she remembers everything clearly.

He Wanqing listened attentively and occasionally commented, "Tongtong spoke very well."

Tongtong wrinkled her little nose: "That's right, Tongtong is the best."

........

Before they knew it, He Wanqing was in her eighth month of pregnancy.

Her belly was already noticeably protruding, like a full moon, and she walked much slower than before. However, the cool aura between her brows and eyes was still there, only now it was enveloped in a soft maternal glow, making her appear exceptionally gentle.

That afternoon, He Wanqing leaned back on the sofa, sunlight streaming in through the French windows and falling on her swollen belly.

Tongtong lay down beside her, her chubby little hands gently resting on her mother's belly. Through the thin pajamas, she could feel the occasional soft movements in her palm, like someone stretching inside.

Tongtong's mouth gaped open in an "O" shape, her little face filled with surprise and joy: "Mommy, are they fighting inside?"

He Wanqing looked down at her and reached out to smooth the stray hairs that were sticking up on her forehead: "It's not fighting, it's moving."

Tongtong tilted her head, carefully sensing for a while, and suddenly said in her childish voice, "Mommy, I feel like there's a little brother and a little sister."

He Wanqing was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at her: "How did Tongtong know?"

Tongtong blinked: "Tongtong just knows."

He Wanqing gently patted her head and asked again, "Does Tongtong prefer a younger brother or a younger sister?"

Without hesitation, Tongtong answered, "Tongtong likes them all! They're all Tongtong's little brothers!"

Mo Ye happened to come out of the kitchen with a glass of warm water in his hand. Hearing this, he couldn't help but smile: "Yes, Tongtong is the eldest sister."

Tongtong chuckled, a smug smile spreading across her face: "Finally, I'm not the youngest anymore!"

He Wanqing: "If the younger siblings cry and fuss, Tongtong won't like it anymore."

Tongtong wrinkled her little nose, thought seriously for a moment, and then said in her childish voice, "Then Tongtong will explain the math problems to them."

He Wanqing was taken aback, and Mo Ye was also taken aback. They both looked at her simultaneously: "Why were you explaining math problems to them?"

Tongtong gestured with her chubby little hands, her face beaming with pride: "They won't understand, so they'll be lulled to sleep!"

Mo Ye chuckled and reached out to pinch her little cheek: "Tongtong is such a little genius."

Tongtong patted her little chest and added, "It's okay, even if I'm not good at math, I can still win people over with my character!"

He Wanqing looked at the little one with a mix of amusement and exasperation, thinking to herself that there were risks involved in being her younger brother or sister.

Tongtong seemed to sense her mother's worry and waved her little fist again: "Don't worry, Tongtong won't kill them!"

He Wanqing fell completely silent. How could she not have known that Tongtong was so violent...?