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

"Click".

The sound of the door lock turning.

The two separated instantly, as if the pause button had been pressed.

He Wanqing took a step back while holding the flowers, and Mo Ye also stood up straight, both of them blushing as if they had been caught red-handed.

The door was pushed open, and He Wanning poked her head in.

"Good morning, sister and brother-in-law!" she greeted them with a smile, her gaze sweeping between the two of them.

Sensing the lingering, ambiguous atmosphere, she thought, "Oh dear, did I arrive at the wrong time?"

He Wanqing glared at her fiercely, her eyes filled with "You ruined my good time".

He Wanning blinked, pretending not to understand: "What's wrong, sister? Are you on your period? Why are you so irritable?"

As she spoke, she walked confidently towards the bedroom: "Where's Tongtong? I'm coming to play with her—we promised yesterday!"

Mo Ye: "...Tongtong is still sleeping."

He Wanning paused, turned around, and gave a knowing smile: "Oh~ then I'll come back later?"

He Wanqing took a deep breath and squeezed out two words through gritted teeth: "Go quickly."

He Wanning scurried into the bedroom with a grin and thoughtfully closed the door behind her.

Only two people remained in the living room.

Mo Ye and He Wanqing exchanged a glance and laughed at the same time.

"It seems," Mo Ye reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "that our first date will have to be postponed."

"It's okay."

She tiptoed and quickly kissed him on the cheek, then turned and ran away, her voice brimming with barely concealed laughter:

Anyway, there's plenty of time in the future.

........

Meanwhile, inside the bedroom.

On the big bed, Tongtong curled up into a small ball, tightly hugging the somewhat faded rabbit doll in her arms.

She was fast asleep, her little mouth slightly open unconsciously, her soft hair spread out on the pillow, a few strands clinging to her fair cheeks.

The bedroom door was gently pushed open a crack.

He Wanning tiptoed in and closed the door behind her.

She walked to the bedside, leaned down to look at her sleeping niece, and a sly glint flashed in her eyes.

"Hakitong~" she whispered, her voice barely audible, "Time to get up~"

The little dumpling on the bed didn't move an inch, only its eyelashes trembled slightly.

He Wanning reached out and gently poked Tongtong's chubby cheek: "The sun's shining on your butt~"

Tongtong frowned slightly, rolled over while hugging the little rabbit, and her chubby bottom bounced up and down.

Soon, she burrowed her entire body under the covers, leaving only half of her head and a tuft of hair sticking up.

Then they discovered that the ears were still outside.

The little chubby paws were still sticking out from under the covers, tightly covering the exposed ears.

I'm not listening, I'm not listening, it's just a bunch of idiots chanting scriptures...

He Wanning was amused by the child's innocent words and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She reached out and gently lifted a corner of the blanket, revealing Tongtong's rosy little face as she slept.

Then, she used the first move of the "Wake-up Technique"—Ice Hand Attack on the Chicken.

With fingers still slightly cool from the morning, I gently pinched Tongtong's soft, chubby little cheeks.

"Awooo—!"

Like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, Tongtong suddenly opened her eyes, her large, dark eyes filled with accusation:

"Auntie! You're so mean! Your hands are so cold! Are you trying to kill a child?"

She rubbed her cheeks, which had been "attacked," her little lips pouting so much they could hang an oil bottle on them:

"Kids need to get enough sleep, you know? The teacher said that if you don't get enough sleep, you won't grow tall!"

He Wanning raised an eyebrow, took out her phone, unlocked the screen, and shoved the time display in front of Tongtong:

"Look at the time! You're still sleeping. The sun's already up and out, and you're still in bed, you lazybones."

Tongtong squinted at the phone, then frowned, twisted her little body, wrapped herself tightly in the blanket again, and whine in her childish voice:

"Auntie is lying... It's only eight o'clock... Tongtong can't get up..."

"Only eight o'clock?" He Wanning raised an eyebrow, her finger swiping rapidly on her phone to bring up a long-treasured video. "Then what is this?"

She held the phone up to Tongtong's face.

On the screen was an image of a baby crying with its face flushed red.

The background is late at night, and the clock shows 3 a.m.

The tiny baby was crying loudly with its mouth open, while the young He Wanning was holding it in a flustered manner, humming a song and gently rocking it, her face showing a helpless yet tender expression.

He Wanning's voice can also be heard in the video:

"My little darling... please don't cry... Auntie begs you to sleep for a while, okay...?"

Tongtong looked at her tiny reflection on the screen and blinked.

He Wanning said with a forced smile:

"Some people, when they are one year old, wake up at three in the morning, crying for milk, keeping the whole family awake."

My child is three years old now, and he's telling me he can't get up at eight o'clock?

Tongtong's face flushed red instantly.

She stretched out her chubby little hand, poked the baby on the screen with her index finger, and whispered in defense:

"That was when Tongtong was one year old... What does that have to do with three-year-old Tongtong...?"

The voice grew softer and softer, clearly lacking confidence.

He Wanning couldn't help but laugh when she saw her pitiful yet trying-to-reason-complaining little face.

She reached out and ruffled Tongtong's messy hair:

"Get up now! Are you trying to kill yourself by sleeping so much?"

She paused, then suddenly lowered her voice, a mysterious expression on her face:

"Have you forgotten... what we're supposed to do today?"

Tongtong was taken aback, then her eyes lit up instantly.

She remembered!

What my aunt whispered in her ear yesterday!

"Ah!" She suddenly threw off the covers and jumped off the bed with a kick of her short legs.

"Tongtong knows~ Get up now!"

After saying that, she ran to the bathroom, skillfully moved a small stool over, stood on it, and began to brush her teeth and wash her face carefully.

That anxious little face was completely different from the lazy little boy who had been lying in bed just moments before.

He Wanning leaned against the door frame, watching Tongtong's back as she tiptoed and tried to reach the faucet, a triumphant smile appearing on her lips.

You think you can't be dealt with?

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Ten minutes later, Tongtong, who had been tidied up, was carried downstairs by He Wanning.

The little one wore a light yellow dress today, and her hair was tied into two little buns with star hair clips.

The aroma of breakfast wafted from the kitchen. Mo Ye had just finished plating the last batch of fried eggs when he saw them and waved with a smile, "Perfect timing, come and eat."

He Wanning shook her head: "Brother-in-law, I've already eaten."

Mo Ye nodded and pointed to a plate of fruit on the counter: "Have some fruit, it's freshly cut."

He Wanning's gaze fell on the plate of oranges, and she paused slightly.

The oranges are cut into even crescent-shaped segments, each segment having been cut more than halfway along the peel, leaving only a small part connected at the bottom, so you can pick them up and eat them directly without getting your hands dirty.

What's even more amazing is that there isn't a single white seed on any of the orange segments.

She picked up a segment, and the refreshing aroma of orange wafted towards her.

He Wanning couldn't help but exchange glances with He Wanqing, who was sitting at the dining table.

[Such excellent taste? Even cutting an orange is done with such care?]

He Wanqing received a look from her younger sister, and the corners of her lips curled up almost imperceptibly as she returned the look with her eyes—

[Nonsense. My man is naturally attentive.]

Then, she glanced at the orange in He Wanning's hand, her eyes clearly saying:

"Put it down quickly. That plate was cut for me. If you want some, go get the unpeeled ones yourself."

........