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

The atmosphere was awkward on the way back.

He Wanqing sat in the passenger seat, staring blankly ahead.

Mo Ye focused on driving, but the corners of his mouth would occasionally turn up in a smile—

Thinking back to how He Wanning went from being arrogant to being a coward just now, it was really hilarious.

He Wanning and Tongtong sat in the back seat.

Tongtong had a lollipop that He Wanning had bought as an "apology" in her mouth, and her little face was puffed up.

She would steal glances at her aunt, who looked utterly dejected, every now and then, a hint of smugness flashing in her big eyes—"Hmph, serves you right for bullying me, you got punished by Mom now!"

He Wanning leaned dejectedly against the car window, cautiously glancing at her sister in the passenger seat, then looking at Mo Ye in the driver's seat, and apologizing in a low voice:

"Brother-in-law... I'm so sorry, I really didn't know you were my brother-in-law... I thought you were the blind date my dad introduced us to..."

Mo Ye glanced at her in the rearview mirror and smiled gently: "It's alright, it's good that the misunderstanding has been cleared up."

He paused, then added, "You have a very outgoing personality, which is great."

Hearing him say that, He Wanning felt relieved.

It seems my brother-in-law isn't angry.

As for her sister... she knows her too well.

He Wanqing appears cold on the surface, but she is actually very protective of her own.

The way he twisted my ear just now looked fierce, but he didn't actually use any force at all.

Despite the scolding, I still treat her with the same care and affection.

Sure enough, He Wanqing turned her head slightly from the passenger seat, glanced at her sister, and her voice had returned to its usual coldness, though there was still a hint of disdain in her tone:

"Bullying children, how pathetic."

Tongtong immediately nodded in agreement, her little voice mumbled, "Yes, yes!"

He Wanqing looked at her daughter's pouty face in the rearview mirror, like a little pufferfish, and a smile flashed in her eyes.

This little guy is really cute.

The car was quiet for a while, with only the slight hum of the engine.

Tongtong licked her lollipop, her big eyes darting around. Suddenly remembering something, she looked up at He Wanning with her little face:

"Auntie, what does 'aloof and secretly passionate girl' mean?"

He Wanning: "…………"

She felt like she was about to vomit blood.

My little darling!

Could you please stop bringing up things that are hard to talk about?!

I just escaped one disaster, and now you're setting me up again!

She secretly glanced at the passenger seat and, sure enough, saw her sister turn her head slightly to the side.

Although he didn't turn around, the aura emanating from that profile—"You dare to teach me whatever you want?"—sent a chill down her spine.

In the driver's seat, Mo Ye also quietly pricked up his ears—he was quite curious about how He Wan Ning would explain this.

He Wanning's mind raced. She coughed lightly, forced a serious expression, and explained in the most academic and positive tone:

"A cool and aloof woman is someone who is very tall and handles things very calmly."

He doesn't like to talk nonsense, and in his career... well... he's unparalleled! Yes! It means he's exceptionally outstanding and incredibly capable!

Tongtong nodded as if she understood, her little mind imagining her mother's image.

Tall?

Mom is indeed very tall.

How to handle things calmly?

My mother was never as anxious as she was.

Don't like to talk?

My mother is indeed not a talkative person.

A leader in one's career?

I don't know what it means, but it sounds really impressive!

She nodded vigorously, her little face filled with admiration, and clenched her tiny fists tightly.

"She really does look like her mother! Tongtong's going to be a cool, aloof, and secretly passionate girl too!"

He Wanning: "...No need."

"No! I want the 'cool and aloof but secretly sexy girl'!" Tongtong insisted.

"And then there's that big, bright-eyed girl, and that scheming, manipulative drama queen!"

In the front row, He Wanqing's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

He Wanqing glanced at her sister in the rearview mirror, snorted softly, and said nothing.

Mo Ye couldn't help but chuckle softly.

He Wanning said, "Little ancestor, stop talking, your auntie is dying!" Then she pretended to be asleep.

Tongtong pouted when she saw that her aunt was ignoring her. "Auntie is so stingy. Humph, if you don't want to say it, then don't say it."

........

The brief silence in the carriage was broken by He Wanqing.

She glanced in the rearview mirror at her sister's dejected and listless appearance, and a hint of a smile flashed in her eyes.

She's my younger sister after all. Even though she deserves a beating, seeing her so depressed, I can't help but want to stand up for her.

He Wanqing cleared her throat and casually brought up a topic:

"By the way, didn't you say you took on a case right after returning to China? How's it going?"

She remembered her sister mentioning it on the phone when she first returned to China, sounding quite smug, saying it was a "waste of talent".

"Using a cannon to kill a mosquito"—it's an attitude of "This kind of trivial case doesn't even deserve my attention."

He Wanning was still reeling from the double blow of "social death" and "being bombarded with voice messages from her mother" when she heard her sister ask about work, and her face instantly froze.

His expression was as if he had swallowed a fly whole.

He Wanqing caught a glimpse of her sister's changing expression in the rearview mirror, her heart skipped a beat, but she remained outwardly calm:

"That can't be right, it's just a simple theft case, it shouldn't be a problem for you..."

Before she could finish speaking, He Wanning slapped her forehead with a dull thud, then slumped into her chair, her voice filled with utter despair:

"Things were going quite smoothly at first."

He Wanqing raised an eyebrow but didn't reply, waiting for her to continue.

Mo Ye also quietly pricked up his ears—he was quite curious about his sister-in-law's job.

He Wanning sighed deeply and began to recount her case-solving experiences, which could be described as "magical realism":

"The client was a man in his forties who was caught stealing an electric bicycle."

The case is simple, the evidence is conclusive, I'm just going through the motions to try and get a lenient sentence.

"At first, everything went smoothly. He answered all the police's questions, had a good attitude, and showed strong remorse. I was even ready to make my final statement..."

She paused, her voice growing increasingly grief-stricken:

"As it turned out, the police casually asked, 'Where did you spend all the money you got from stealing the electric bikes?'"

"My client, I don't know what got into him, honestly replied: 'I used it to hire prostitutes.'"

He Wanqing: "...?"

Mo Ye's hand holding the steering wheel trembled slightly.

In the back seat, Tongtong blinked her big eyes. Although she didn't understand what "prostitution" meant, she sensed from her aunt's tone that it wasn't a good thing.

He Wanning continued sobbing, "The police became interested and asked, 'How do you know about those places?'"

He said, "Someone took me there."

The police then asked, "How did you two meet?"

He said, "We met through gambling."

He Wanning was practically going crazy as she spoke:

"Then! Then he just started talking non-stop! He talked about everything from gambling to owing money to loan sharks, and from loan sharks to helping people collect debts."

The conversation started with debt collection, then escalated to a fight, and finally... it all came down to an unsolved assault case from five years ago!

"I sat next to him and watched helplessly as he talked himself out of being a 'public security detention' and turned into a 'criminal case suspect'!"

"I wanted him to shut up! My eyes were practically popping out of their sockets! But the policeman was sitting right across from me, staring at me the whole time! His gaze... it was like he was saying, 'Attorney He, your client's got quite the talk!'"

"Do I dare to speak up? I don't dare!"

He Wanning covered her face with her hands, her voice muffled, filled with despair:

"This time... I may become a disgrace to the legal profession."

In his debut case, he transferred his client from a detention center to a jail.

.......