Song Wenxi set aside her irrelevant thoughts and was just about to video call the children when a video call from Mo Hanche came in first.
The moment she answered, a bunch of kids’ faces immediately crowded the camera.
The image shook wildly as they all scrambled for attention—until Mo Hanche took the phone.
“Line up. One by one.”
He held the phone and placed Mo Beiyu on his lap. On screen, Mo Hanche and Mo Beiyu’s faces appeared clearly, while Mo Dongchen squeezed into his father’s arms, and Mo Nanqing climbed onto his back, each showing only half their little heads.
“Mommy! I see you! Mommy is so pretty!” Mo Dongchen said sweetly, tilting his head up.
“Wait, wait, I want to talk first!” Mo Beiyu grew anxious. “Mommy, is your work finished?”
Song Wenxi put on her earphones and waved at the camera. Glancing at the covered ceiling camera in the room, she said:
“Good evening, babies. Yes, Mommy just finished work. What did Xiaoyu do today?”
Mo Beiyu immediately brightened up and excitedly started talking about his day at the company.
“Daddy set up three little desks for us! I was reading documents today, and Dongchen—”
“Ahhh brother is bad, I want to tell Mommy myself!” Mo Dongchen cut in. “Mommy, Mommy, I drew pictures! The company uncles and aunties even gave me lots of scrap paper that can be exchanged for money…”
The two little ones chattered nonstop.
Song Wenxi rubbed her forehead, already imagining what Mo Hanche’s office must look like now—and whether the workaholic was still surviving it.
The man himself stayed in frame, his handsome face looking utterly exhausted from the chaos.
“Where’s Qingbao?” she asked.
Mo Nanqing had only called out “Mommy” once at the beginning, then fell silent, his small black head barely visible.
Mo Hanche turned and picked up the second son, who was quietly playing with his fingers. He pulled Mo Dongchen aside and held Mo Nanqing instead.
“You want to say it yourself, or should I?” he asked.
Mo Nanqing immediately looked up, lips pouting.
“Mommy…”
His voice trembled, looking like he might cry the next second.
Song Wenxi’s heart softened instantly. “What is it, baby?”
“I… I used Daddy’s computer… and changed the weird… father-love password…”
“Hmm?” Song Wenxi froze. “What?”
She didn’t quite understand.
Mo Hanche calmly explained from the side:
“This kid discovered a vulnerability in the company’s internal IT network and fixed it himself. Then he also changed the WiFi password for the logistics department.”
Song Wenxi blinked. “Oh… so he just changed it?”
Mo Hanche looked at her.
“It’s not ‘just changing it.’ He found a security vulnerability in Mo Group’s cybersecurity system and patched it on his own. And he did all that before turning five.”
Song Wenxi paused, mildly surprised—but only mildly.
In the original story, Mo Nanqing’s ending was never clearly described. It only said he constantly explored the edge of cybersecurity law. When happy, he helped fix corporate systems; when bored, he hacked into others’ networks just to point out vulnerabilities; when unhappy, he even played with surveillance and lighting systems, creating “haunted house” effects.
So… this just meant he started early.
“Your son’s a genius. You should be happy,” she said lightly.
Mo Nanqing immediately brightened when he realized he was being praised. “Mommy, I miss you so much~”
His soft, drawn-out tone melted her heart. “Mommy misses you too, Qingbao.”
The other two immediately squeezed in again, demanding attention. She responded to each of them patiently.
Lin Mo, who had been in the room, vaguely heard her speaking from the bathroom earlier. After coming out, she noticed Song Wenxi was on a video call and quietly observed while doing her skincare.
Song Wenxi glanced at her briefly, then returned to the call.
Mo Hanche finally escaped the three children and sat on the sofa. Looking at her on screen, he cleared his throat.
“…What about me?”
His ears were slightly red. He used to go ten days or half a month without thinking of her at all—but now, after just one day apart, he actually felt… a little like he missed her.
“Hmm?” Song Wenxi pretended not to understand.
Between them, though legally married, there had never been emotional intimacy—only a recent, ambiguous closeness. Saying words like “I miss you” felt awkward and unnatural. She would rather kiss him than say it out loud.
Mo Hanche also felt a bit embarrassed and quickly changed the topic, asking about her work.
Song Wenxi shrugged. “Pretty interesting. I even saw stars at night. I pulled weeds today for the first time…”
He listened quietly. Seeing that she truly enjoyed herself, he relaxed.
Before hanging up, he reminded her to dry her hair and told the kids goodnight.
“Goodnight, babies.”
She waved at the screen and ended the call.
Lin Mo’s thoughts were in turmoil. She had clearly heard her mention “babies” and wondered who she was talking to—husband, children, or someone else?
Then she cautiously asked:
“Were you talking to your family just now?”
“Mm,” Song Wenxi replied, continuing her skincare.
A simple answer—but enough.
Lin Mo’s expression changed slightly. Married. With children.
Her gaze flickered, complicated emotions rising. Then, she noticed Song Wenxi’s face again—too striking, too captivating.
In the entertainment industry, beauty alone could ruin people.
And she began to feel a subtle sense of crisis.
If she already had a husband and children… why was there still speculation about her and Xie Xingran?
Thinking of this, Lin Mo’s expression turned cold.
Meanwhile, Song Wenxi had already finished her skincare routine and lay down, drifting into sleep amid the sound of insects outside.
Lin Mo stared at her face in the dim light, her thoughts tangled until deep into the night before she finally fell asleep.