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

I'm afraid...she won't like me like this.

He paused, then added in a low voice:

"Asatsuki is so pretty, and she plays basketball so well. So many people are chasing after her... What am I?"

Mo Ye rolled his eyes inwardly.

He had seen through it long ago—Su Qianyue definitely had feelings for Pang Siyi.

Otherwise, given her decisive and straightforward nature, if she truly had no feelings for Pang Siyi, she would have severed ties long ago, instead of letting him follow her around all day.

"Little Fatty," Mo Ye patted his brother on the shoulder, speaking earnestly.

"Other guys chase girls, failing ninety-nine times but still persisting until the last one is a round number. You, on the other hand, haven't even started pursuing her and you've already sentenced yourself to death?"

Pang Siyi looked up blankly.

Mo Ye continued his analysis: "If Qian Yue really wasn't interested in you, would she play ball with you every day?"

Would you get angry for three days just because of something you said?

Think about it carefully, is she really that close to other guys?

Pang Siyi blinked and began to recall.

It seems... there really isn't one.

Su Qianyue has a cheerful personality and many friends, but it seems that he is the only one she can truly be close to and who makes her let her guard down and laugh with.

"Moreover," Mo Ye lowered his voice, sounding somewhat disappointed.

"She said 'I don't want to be friends with you anymore,' can't you think of it in a positive light?"

For example... she doesn't want to just be friends anymore?

Pang Siyi's pupils dilated.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out for a long time.

Tongtong listened from the side, only half understanding, but seeing the chubby uncle's look of sudden realization and disbelief.

She also became anxious and reached out her chubby little hand to tug at Pang Siyi's clothes:

"Uncle, be brave! Teacher Tongtong said that only brave children get candy!"

Pang Siyi looked down into Tongtong's clear, big eyes, then looked up at Mo Ye's encouraging gaze, and a surge of inexplicable courage suddenly welled up inside him.

He took a deep breath and nodded vigorously:

"Tongtong is right! Lao Mo, you're right too! I'll go apologize right now!"

After saying that, he hugged the bouquet of yellow roses, stood up abruptly, and strode confidently toward the badminton court—his back view had a touch of tragic grandeur, like a hero going forth never to return.

As soon as Tongtong saw her uncle leave, she immediately slid off Mo Ye's lap and tried to follow him with her short legs, saying, "Tongtong wants to go too!"

Then, Mo Ye swiftly grabbed her by the arms and lifted her up, her short legs flailing helplessly in the air.

"Dad, what are you doing!" Tongtong protested. "Tongtong wants to go and see!"

Mo Ye chuckled – good heavens, this love of watching a spectacle is truly ingrained in the DNA of every Chinese person, even a three-year-old.

"We'll just watch from the sidelines; we shouldn't disturb your parents."

Mo Ye carried Tongtong and quietly followed them, finding a corner where he could see the situation clearly but wouldn't be easily discovered.

On the badminton court, Su Qianyue was practicing alone.

She was wearing a sports short-sleeved shirt and skirt, with her hair tied in a high ponytail. Fine beads of sweat covered her forehead. Every swing of her racket was clean and crisp, and the ball speed was extremely fast.

She's clearly a sweet-looking girl, but once she steps onto the court, she exudes a cool and aloof aura that says "keep away."

Pang Siyi, carrying the yellow roses, walked over slowly.

Su Qianyue had seen him long ago, but she pretended not to see him and continued practicing her ball skills.

She only stopped when Pang Siyi walked up to her, blocking the ball's path. She raised an eyebrow slightly and asked arrogantly, "What are you doing here?"

However, the slightly reddened tips of her ears betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

Pang Siyi held the flowers, his palms sweating with nervousness.

He stammered, "I...I've come to apologize to you."

Su Qianyue's heart skipped a beat, but her expression remained unchanged:

"Apologize? Apologize for what? Don't you want to be my enemy anymore?"

Pang Siyi quickly waved his hands: "No, no! I... I don't want to have a cold war with you anymore!"

Su Qianyue was taken aback.

"Are you going to fight me?"

Hearing this conversation from the corner, Mo Ye's smile froze instantly.

He silently raised his hand and covered his face again.

Let's not talk about who's better!

Sure enough... you can't sleep in the same bed with two different kinds of people.

Although these two haven't slept in the same bed yet, their thought processes are practically identical!

Pang Siyi quickly waved his hand.

He took a deep breath, as if he had made a great decision, and spoke hesitantly:

"Qianyue, I...I want to ask you a question."

Su Qianyue looked at him: "What's the problem?"

"You..." Pang Siyi's face flushed red to the roots of her neck, "Do you... have feelings for me?"

The air suddenly became quiet.

Su Qianyue's face flushed bright red instantly.

Her thoughts were unexpectedly exposed, and she froze, her mind going completely blank.

Two people, one holding a yellow rose and the other holding a badminton racket, stood facing each other, and simultaneously turned into cooked shrimp.

No one spoke, no one looked at anyone else, all staring down at their shoes—their toes had probably carved out a Barbie dream castle inside their shoes.

In the corner, Mo Ye and Tong Tong simultaneously revealed maternal smiles.

That smile, from the curve of the corners of the mouth to the light in the eyes, was exactly the same—clearly, the genes for enjoying excitement and shipping couples are hereditary.

Tongtong said in a small voice:

"Daddy, are Uncle Fatty and Aunt Qianyue going to have a baby brother or sister?"

Mo Ye suppressed a laugh and ruffled his daughter's hair: "Shh, we'll just watch."

The silence continued on the field.

Mo Ye and Tong Tong watched anxiously—what's wrong with these two?

You confessed your feelings, and then what?

Are we just going to stand here like this?

Finally, Su Qianyue couldn't hold back any longer. She took a deep breath, raised her head, and although her face was still red, her eyes had regained their usual crispness:

"Why...why do you ask that?"

Pang Siyi honestly confessed: "That's what Lao Mo said."

Su Qianyue: "..."

She bit her lower lip and decided not to dwell on it.

Since we've already talked things out, there's no point in being coy anymore.

So she raised her head, looked directly into Pang Siyi's eyes, and asked in a soft but clear voice:

"And you? Do you like me?"

Pang Siyi's heart nearly jumped out of his chest when she asked him such a direct question.

He looked into Su Qian's bright, clear eyes, in which his own image was reflected.

Suddenly, all the tension and inferiority vanished, leaving only one clear thought—

He likes her.

like very much.

So, Pang Siyi nodded vigorously, handed over the yellow roses in his arms, his voice trembling slightly with nervousness, but utterly earnest:

"Asatsuki, I like you. Will you... be my girlfriend?"

Su Qianyue looked at the simple-minded boy in front of her, whose face was as red as a tomato, and at the bouquet of yellow roses in his hand that was trembling slightly with nervousness, and suddenly smiled.

That smile was like sunlight piercing through the clouds, bright and warm.

She reached out, took the bouquet of flowers, and said softly, "Okay."

She paused, then added, with a touch of girlish coquettishness:

"But next time you have to buy red ones, okay? Yellow roses are for friends."

........