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

Time flies like an arrow; in the blink of an eye, Tongtong is already twenty-two years old.

At the age of 22, she had already earned dual doctoral degrees in computer science and finance, and stood on the stage at the graduation ceremony to speak as a representative of outstanding graduates.

She was wearing an academic gown, her hair neatly tied back, her posture upright, and her demeanor cool and aloof.

Mo Ye sat in the audience, one hand on He Wanqing's shoulder. The two leaned against the back of their chairs, their gazes passing through the crowd and landing on the figure standing under the spotlight.

He Wanqing glanced at him sideways without saying a word, but the corners of her mouth curved into a smile.

Mo Ye didn't speak, but there was an indescribable emotion surging in his eyes. It was as if just yesterday Tongtong was a little dumpling wearing a cream-yellow dress, with two little pigtails, chasing butterflies all over the yard. How could she have grown into such a calm and composed person in the blink of an eye?

Mo Nianqing and Mo Siwan sat in the back row, huddled together, whispering to each other.

Mo Nianqing lowered her voice, her tone filled with undisguised admiration: "Big sister is amazing, two doctoral degrees..."

Mo Siwan nodded in agreement, her eyes sparkling: "We must follow in Big Sister's footsteps!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she deflated, her voice muffled, "Forget it. I've been called an idiot by everyone since I was little... I only made it into the top fifty in the college entrance exam, not even the top ten."

Mo Nianqing also deflated: "My eldest sister was the top scorer in the college entrance exam by a landslide. The second-place student in their year only scored 690-something, while my eldest sister scored 745..."

"The title of 'Big Sister' isn't given lightly," Mo Siwan exclaimed. "Whenever she takes an exam, everyone else can only compete for second place. It's terrifying."

Mo Ye heard the two children whispering behind him and turned to look at them:

"Alright, you two aren't bad either. Your eldest sister is just an exception; you can't use her as a standard."

Mo Siwan quietly moved closer to him and asked in a low voice, "Dad, did anyone come to propose marriage today?"

Mo Ye's face darkened slightly.

Over the years, Tongtong has received numerous marriage proposals. Since she turned eighteen, she has received offers from various well-to-do families, some through acquaintances, others directly from her. Without exception, she has been rejected by all of them.

Mo Ye thought of those young people who shrank back in fear at the mere glance of his daughter, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a cold voice coming from above: "Mo Siwan, I think you deserve a beating."

The three of them looked up at the same time and saw that Tongtong had been standing next to her seat at some point. She was still wearing her graduation gown and had a gold badge pinned to her collar, which shimmered slightly in the light of the auditorium.

Mo Siwan's face stiffened, and she immediately shrank behind Mo Ye: "Sister, why are you here...?"

Tongtong sat down in the empty seat next to her, her tone indifferent: "I'm done talking."

Mo Ye turned his head to look at her: "Tongtong is great."

Tongtong pursed her lips, as if she wasn't used to being praised, but there was still a slight, barely suppressed smile on her lips: "Dad, I already told you not to call me by my nickname."

Mo Ye looked at her, her expression a mixture of disdain and undisguised joy: "You've always been a child to me."

Tongtong didn't reply. She lowered her head and remained silent for a while before speaking, her voice carrying a tone that was somewhat incongruous with her age and still showed signs of childishness: "Dad, I want to eat fried chicken."

Mo Ye nodded: "I'll make it for you when we get home."

Back home, Mo Ye tied on an apron and went into the kitchen.

The oil in the pan is hot. The chicken wings, coated in batter, slide down and sizzle as they float to the surface, turning golden brown.

Tongtong sat at the dining table with a glass of lemonade in front of her. She was upright and elegant. She picked up a chicken wing with her chopsticks, took a small bite, and chewed it slowly.

Mo Ye came out carrying another plate of freshly cooked chicken wings. Looking at her elegant and poised demeanor, he suddenly felt a little dazed.

He recalled many years ago, when the little girl, her mouth greasy and cheeks bulging like a hamster's, would gnaw on a chicken wing and mumble, "Daddy's fried chicken is the best in the world!"

At that time, her hands and face were covered in oil from eating, and she was laughing so hard that her eyes were almost invisible.

Mo Ye sat down opposite her and looked at her.

Tongtong looked up, her chopsticks still holding half a chicken wing: "Dad, what's wrong?"

Mo Ye snapped out of his reverie and shook his head: "It's nothing, I just remembered how you used to eat fried chicken when you were little."

Tongtong put down her chopsticks: "I can't think about it. I was so rude when I was a child."

Mo Ye looked at her and said, "I think you were cutest when you ate as a child."

Tongtong lowered her head and didn't say anything more, but continued to eat in small bites, though she picked up the chicken wings much faster.

He Wanqing came out of the kitchen with a bowl of soup, placed it on the table, and sat down next to Mo Ye:

"Tongtong, go to work at the company tomorrow. I've arranged a position for you; go and give it a try."

Tongtong picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks, put it in her mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it: "Okay."

Mo Ye and He Wanqing exchanged a glance, neither of them speaking, but the smiles on their lips were impossible to hide.

Tongtong put down her chopsticks: "What are you laughing at?"

He Wanqing shook her head: "It's nothing, you eat."

Tongtong glanced at them suspiciously, then lowered her head and continued eating, completely unaware that she had been tricked by her parents.

He Wanqing leaned on Mo Ye's shoulder, her voice softening: "Honey, I want to eat fried chicken, will you feed me?"

Mo Ye looked down at her, his voice gentle: "Okay."

More than a decade has passed, and the two people's feelings have not faded with time; on the contrary, they have become closer.

Tongtong sat opposite them, watching the two people, both over forty, still acting all lovey-dovey, and finally couldn't help but roll her eyes:

"Can you two be a little more mindful of your image? You're both in your late forties, and you're still so lovey-dovey."

He Wanqing glanced at her sideways, her tone carrying an air of self-righteous indifference: "So what?"

Tongtong was taken aback by her words: "Fine, fine, whatever you want."

He Wanqing extended her hand to Mo Ye:

"I not only want your dad to feed me, I also want him to hold me. Honey, hug me."

Mo Ye smiled and picked her up, letting her sit on his lap.

He Wanqing wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice tinged with a hint of coquettishness at the end: "Let's go to the second floor."

Mo Ye nodded and picked her up in a princess carry.

Tongtong sat on the chair, watching her parents' figures disappear at the top of the stairs, then rubbed her forehead, looking helpless.

She continued eating the chicken wings on her plate, her head down, when suddenly a chilling possibility occurred to her: given how affectionate they were, could she one day have a younger sibling...?