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

Then, the video went black, and the call ended.

The living room fell silent again.

Mo Ye put down his phone and turned his head, only to meet He Wanqing's gaze.

He immediately raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and confessed:

"I swear, I really didn't know anything about this blind date; it was all my mom's idea. I absolutely didn't mean it that way!"

He Wanqing turned her face away, reached out and tidied her hair, which wasn't actually messy, her tone deliberately calm, even with a hint of arrogance:

"I...I didn't really want to know. You don't need to tell me specifically."

She paused, then added, as if to say something completely unfounded:

"I'm just keeping an eye on you for Tongtong, after all... she likes you so much as her father."

Mo Ye couldn't help but chuckle as he watched her pretend to be calm and serious, even though she was clearly extremely concerned.

The laughter was deep and pleasant, filled with undisguised joy and indulgence.

He Wanqing's ears turned even redder from his laughter, and she glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed: "What, what are you laughing at...?"

"You're just being hypocritical." Mo Ye leaned closer, his gaze fixed intently on her slightly flushed cheeks. "Really... not at all bothered?"

He Wanqing's heart raced under his gaze. She forced herself to turn her face to the other side and muttered softly:

"You're going on a blind date... what can I do? In what capacity do I...?"

She suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

That's right!

I'm still not used to my new identity after just one day.

She's no longer someone insignificant!

She was his official girlfriend!

She is still his wife in the legal sense!

It's Tongtong's mother!

My confidence returned instantly!

He Wanqing turned her head sharply, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes regaining their sparkle and a hint of domineering arrogance.

She reached out and grabbed Mo Ye's ear in embarrassment and anger—

It wasn't forceful, just a light pinch, more like the affectionate playful teasing between lovers.

"I'm telling you, Mo Ye," she said, trying to make her threat sound more forceful.

"If you dare to secretly go see that woman Mom mentioned... just wait and see if I don't beat you to death!"

Mo Ye was almost laughing out loud at her sudden, harsh words, which sounded like those of a shrew from the streets.

He convincingly feigned pain, but his eyes were full of amusement as he muttered to himself:

"Is this right? So fierce right after we started dating..."

He Wanqing crossed her arms and raised her chin slightly:

"So what if I'm mean to you? I'll still marry you even if I'm mean to you, hmph!"

That "I'm being mean, what can you do about it?" look was incredibly cute to Mo Ye, and it melted his heart completely.

Without further ado, he reached out and pulled He Wanqing, who was still bluffing, into his arms. He lowered his head and planted a precise kiss on her slightly pouting red lips.

The movements were swift, precise, and carried an undeniable gentleness.

He Wanqing gasped in surprise at Mo Ye's sudden "suck," her face instantly turning bright red, like a ripe peach, even her ears turning an alluring pink.

"What...what are you doing!" She covered her cheek where she had been kissed, glaring at him in embarrassment and anger, but the glint in her eyes betrayed her true feelings.

Mo Ye smiled innocently yet confidently: "Kiss you! It's only natural for me to kiss my girlfriend."

"I...I haven't agreed yet!" He Wanqing protested softly, but her voice was soft and not very intimidating; it sounded more like she was being coquettish.

"So, do you agree now?" Mo Ye leaned closer, his gaze fixed on her, his eyes filled with amusement and anticipation.

He Wanqing's heart raced under his gaze. She looked away and gave a soft "humph" through her nose, but didn't say anything more in protest. However, a sweet smile secretly curved her lips.

Upon seeing this, Mo Ye felt a gentle, ticklish, and soft sensation in his heart, as if a feather had lightly brushed against it.

He tightened his arms again, holding the person in his arms even closer.

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Meanwhile, the Mohists.

Ms. Jiang Hui sat on the sofa, holding her phone, repeatedly looking at the screenshots she had hurriedly taken during the video call—the ones she had frantically snapped when Tongtong leaned close to the screen.

The photo is a bit blurry and the angle is awkward, but it doesn't diminish the cuteness of the little dumpling in the picture at all.

Her round little face, big black grape-like eyes, and long eyelashes like little brushes, along with the redness around her eyes and nose from crying, made her even more pitiful.

As Jiang Hui watched, her brows furrowed, and her heart ached.

"Oh my god..." she couldn't help but mutter to her phone screen.

Why does my Tongtong look so thin?

That little face of his, not even two ounces of flesh... that brat Mo Ye!

Did you not feed Tongtong enough?

How can such a young child, who is still growing, be allowed to go hungry!

When he comes back next time, I'll teach him a lesson!

The more she looked at her granddaughter, the more "thin and pitiful" she felt, completely forgetting that in the video just now, Tongtong's chubby, fair arms and little plumpness were clearly visible.

Feeling heartbroken, the incredibly decisive Ms. Jiang Hui immediately picked up her phone, opened WeChat, found her son's chat window, and without hesitation, transferred the money directly.

[WeChat transfer: 100,000.00 yuan]

Note: [Buy my granddaughter something delicious! To help her get better! Don't let my darling go hungry!]

send.

After thinking about it, he felt that the intensity wasn't enough, so he added another voice message, his voice still carrying lingering heartache and anger:

"Mo Ye! You better take good care of Tong Tong! Look how thin the child has become!"

This money is for my granddaughter! It must be spent on her! Buy her the best! Eat the best! Do you hear me?!

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Qingzhuyuan Villa.

Mo Ye was holding He Wanqing, enjoying a rare moment of tenderness, when his phone vibrated several times in a row.

He reluctantly let go, took out his phone, and was first startled by the numerous zeros after the transfer amount, then he saw his mother's note and the voice message that followed...

Mo Ye: "..."

He Wanqing also came over to take a look, and saw the 100,000 yuan and the accusation of "starving and losing weight," then looked at the little dumpling on the sofa with its belly showing.

The daughter, who could eat a bowl of rice with meat and vegetables in one meal and whose little belly was always round and bulging, was deeply puzzled.

Tongtong... is she thin?

She clearly felt that Tongtong's little chubby cheeks had gotten even firmer recently, and she felt heavy when she picked her up, like a soft little weight.

Although Mo Ye always indulged Tongtong in eating snacks, he never felt that his daughter was thin.

On the contrary, he felt that Tongtong was in just the right state right now. Holding her was so soft and cuddly, like a warm little cotton ball with a milky scent, it was extremely comfortable.

But I can't ignore my mom's "threat".

Mo Ye silently clicked "Receive Payment," then replied: "Okay, Mom. Don't worry, I'll definitely raise Tongtong to be healthy and chubby."

Jiang Hui was slightly relieved after receiving the reply, but her urge to see her granddaughter immediately only intensified.

She couldn't sit still any longer. She excitedly got up, grabbed her keys, and went out—she was going to find Brother Shan, right now!

immediately!

.........