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

As soon as she said it, she froze.

It felt like steam was popping out from above my head.

What a stupid reason!

The distance from the restaurant entrance to the main entrance is less than ten meters!

Mo Ye was also taken aback for a moment, then a clear smile appeared in his eyes.

He tightened his fingers, completely enveloping her slightly cool hand in his palm, his voice low and tinged with nostalgia:

"Then Tongtong's mom has to hold on tight, lest she really get lost."

He paused for a moment.

He leaned closer and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Wanqing, my darling."

He Wanqing: "!!!"

Her face turned completely red, and she tried to pull her hand away, but he held it even tighter.

She could only glare at him with feigned composure, but it had little power and instead sounded like a coquettish scolding.

Tongtong watched with great satisfaction, nodding her little head like a chick pecking at rice.

This is what parents should be like!

But... it seems like it's still a little short?

She blinked her big eyes and suggested in a clear, crisp voice:

"Daddy, kiss Mommy! That's how it is in TV dramas!"

Mo Ye: "...Ahem!"

He nearly choked on his own saliva and quickly said, "Tongtong, we're outside!"

He Wanqing's face turned even redder, and she couldn't help but gently pat her daughter's head:

"Kids shouldn't watch those kinds of random TV dramas."

Tongtong pouted, clearly unconvinced:

"But in TV dramas, dads always corner moms and kiss them, and they do it outside!"

Mo Ye: "..."

He Wanqing: "..."

The two exchanged a glance and instantly reached a consensus—

From now on, we must strictly control what movies Tongtong watches!

Animated films are fine to watch, but all those messy idol dramas and romance movies are off-limits!

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The restaurant boasts an elegant ambiance, attentive service, and dishes presented with exquisite artistry, resembling works of art.

Tongtong held the children's tableware and ate her specially made children's meal in small bites.

But his eyes kept glancing at the colorful and uniquely shaped foods on his parents' plates.

After finishing his meal, the little guy patted his round little belly, let out a burp, and muttered softly:

"It doesn't taste as good as Dad's cooking."

He Wanqing elegantly wiped the corner of her mouth and nodded silently in her heart.

Indeed... it's just so-so.

She used to eat like this too, so why didn't she feel this way?

Mo Ye maintained a polite smile throughout, while internally he was frantically sending messages:

Wild boars can't eat fine bran, wild boars can't eat fine bran...

That sous-vide salmon... how to describe the texture... it was like eating a piece of tasteless fatty meat, I almost couldn't help but spit it out.

And that foam dish served with caviar, it tasted like swallowing air, with an indescribable fishy smell.

I'm avoiding this place; I'll never eat there again.

He looked at He Wanqing and earnestly suggested:

"Let's eat at home from now on."

Looking at the sincerity in his eyes, He Wanqing felt a warmth in her heart and nodded, "Okay."

Just as the three were about to leave the restaurant, He Wanqing's phone rang.

It was Jiang Shuya calling.

He Wanqing answered the phone, said a few words, then hung up and turned to Mo Ye:

"My mom asked us to pick up Wan Ning at the airport; her flight just landed."

Mo Ye nodded: "Okay, shall we go now?"

"Okay, let's change our route and go to the airport," He Wanqing said, and then gave a brief introduction, "He Wanning, my younger sister, just returned from abroad, she studied law."

Upon hearing the word "law," Mo Ye's eyelids twitched reflexively, and labels such as "law students are terrifying," "logic weirdo," and "debate maniac" flashed through his mind.

But then I thought—this is my sister-in-law!

What's there to be afraid of!

Thinking about it that way, I immediately felt at ease.

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Airports are always bustling with people, and the sounds of announcements, footsteps, and rolling suitcase wheels create a noisy background.

He Wanqing parked her car outside the arrival level and had just turned off the engine when her phone rang again—an important overseas client was calling urgently to confirm some cooperation details.

She glanced at the time and said to Mo Ye:

"I need to deal with this call; it might take me ten minutes or so."

Could you take Tongtong in to meet Wanning? She should be out soon.

Mo Ye nodded: "Okay, you go ahead with your work. We'll be right back after we pick them up."

He led Tongtong out of the car and into the brightly lit arrival hall.

Tongtong became excited as soon as she heard that she was going to pick up her aunt. She hadn't seen her aunt in a long time, and all she remembered was that her aunt would bring her lots and lots of delicious food from abroad.

He would also play some "weird" games with her—although in the end, it always seemed like she was the one being "bullied".

The two waited at the exit for a while before the crowd began to pour out.

Suddenly, Tongtong's eyes lit up, and she pointed in a direction: "Daddy! Auntie! It's Auntie!"

Mo Ye looked in the direction she pointed—

A young girl wearing a beige trench coat and dragging a silver suitcase is walking out.

She was tall with long, slightly wavy hair and wore a pair of brown sunglasses that covered most of her face, but her chin was beautifully defined and her lips were full.

As she walks, the hem of her trench coat flutters slightly in the wind, exuding a chic and sophisticated aura.

She's the kind of person who gets a lot of attention on the street.

He Wanning also saw them.

She took off her sunglasses, revealing a face that bore a five or six-point resemblance to He Wanqing, but was more striking and flamboyant. A smile played on her lips, but there was always a hint of malice in that smile.

Tongtong charged forward like a little cannonball: "Auntie~!"

He Wanning stopped in her tracks, looked at the little dumpling that had jumped up to her legs, raised an eyebrow, and curled her lips into a playful smile:

"Hey, Hajitong, you've gotten even fatter in the last few months!"

Kiritong: "...!!!"

The chubby little hand froze in mid-air.

She stopped, the smile on her face froze, then slowly crumbled, finally scrunching into a little bun.

"Nonsense!" Tongtong waved her chubby little fists and retorted fiercely, "Auntie, you're the fat one! Your whole family is fat!"

Only after saying that did I realize something was wrong—my aunt's whole family, including my mother and myself.

"Oh no... it's, it's just that my aunt is fat!" she hurriedly corrected herself.

He Wanning was delighted.

She put the suitcase aside, squatted down, reached out her hands, and precisely pinched Tongtong's soft cheeks, gently pulling them apart—

"You little brat, you've got some nerve, daring to say your aunt is fat?"

Tongtong's face was pulled into a small triangle, and her mouth was forced to pout: "Auntie...you're so...annoying..."

Tongtong's speech is lisp~

He Wanning felt great seeing the little guy's pitiful yet helpless expression.

She loosened her grip, changing from pinching to kneading, gently rubbing Tongtong's slightly reddened cheeks, and commented:

"Hmm, your little chubby cheeks are growing well, they feel even better to the touch."

Kiritong: "…………"

She was filled with grief and indignation!

Not only did they call her fat, they also pinched her cheeks!

Rub her chubby cheeks!

A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!

........