Mo Residence.
Song Wenxi tossed her phone aside and pinched Mo Dongchen’s little cheek. The little clever thing clearly just wanted ice cream himself, but used his brother as an excuse.
“Too much ice cream will hurt your stomach. You can only have one every two days. You already had one at noon, so you can’t have it now.”
“Oh… then I don’t want it anymore,” the little one replied obediently.
Song Wenxi rubbed his head and led him downstairs. Mo Beiyu and Mo Nanqing immediately ran over too, each hugging one of her legs, making it hard for her to move.
In the end, they really were bound by blood. Even though Yun Qingman had secretly been planting little “soft knives” of influence, the three children would approach Song Wenxi before—but never be close to her.
Yet in just three days, they had already shed most of their defenses. Especially after what happened in the morning, they had grown noticeably closer to her.
Mo Hanche didn’t come home for dinner again. The mother and three children ate together, then went upstairs early to wash up and rest.
Song Wenxi applied medicine to Mo Nanqing. Usually he slept in the middle, but tonight she placed him on the edge and let Mo Dongchen sleep in the middle.
Mo Beiyu looked at his mother’s gentle expression and cautiously spoke up.
“Mom… will Miss Yun not teach us anymore?”
Mo Nanqing trembled slightly and grabbed the hem of her clothes.
Song Wenxi stroked Mo Nanqing’s head and looked at the three of them.
“Do you like Miss Yun’s teaching?”
Mo Nanqing and Mo Dongchen both shook their heads.
Mo Beiyu blinked and then said softly, “I used to like her… but after school started this term, I didn’t like her much anymore. Today… I like her the least.”
School had started over a month ago. In the past month, Yun Qingman had become increasingly impatient—sometimes pushing the children, sometimes rewarding them afterward, unstable and unpredictable.
Song Wenxi frowned slightly.
Maybe she really should have slapped that woman a few more times.
Noticing her subtle change in expression, Mo Beiyu quickly became anxious.
“Mom… I, I don’t like Miss Yun anymore.”
So sensitive, this little guy.
She patted his head lightly. Mo Beiyu’s eyes lit up, his little hands and feet hidden under the blanket wiggling slightly.
Song Wenxi straightened up and said clearly:
“Your dad and I already fired Miss Yun. From now on, you don’t need weekend classes anymore. If you want to learn anything, I’ll teach you.”
The three little ones immediately widened their eyes like stars.
Mo Nanqing worshipfully said, “Mom is the best. I want Mom to teach me.”
Mo Dongchen asked curiously, “Mom, can you play piano?”
Mo Beiyu blinked. “Mom… what does ‘vase’ mean? Does it mean someone very powerful?”
Song Wenxi: “……”
All three were instantly wide awake.
She crossed her arms, lifted her chin slightly, and said proudly:
“Mom can do everything. As for ‘vase’—it means Mom is very beautiful.”
The three little faces lit up, giggling happily.
After tucking them in and waiting until they all fell asleep, she quietly left the room.
It was already nine at night, and Mo Hanche still hadn’t returned—likely staying at the company again.
That night, she slept in the master bedroom and had a rare peaceful sleep.
The next morning, the three children were already eating breakfast by themselves at the table.
Song Wenxi was busy in the wardrobe. Most of the original owner’s exaggerated outfits had been sold off. What remained were simple, clean designs—colorful but easy to match. She was satisfied.
She picked a purple-and-white outfit: white shoes, purple socks, a purple A-line mini skirt, a purple-and-white striped knit sweater, a purple baseball cap, and a white crossbody bag.
Fresh, energetic, lively.
She rushed downstairs. The children were about to leave when they turned around upon hearing her footsteps.
All three froze.
“Mom is so pretty,” Mo Dongchen said, hands on his cheeks, mouth forming a perfect “O.”
The two older boys just grinned foolishly.
Song Wenxi asked Zhao Ma to pack two breakfasts, then turned to Uncle Tang.
“Uncle Tang, take them to the car first. I’ll come shortly.”
The three children quickly reacted and obediently got into the car, sitting properly in their child seats.
On the way, Song Wenxi sat in the passenger seat eating breakfast. In the rearview mirror, the three children were swaying their heads, humming little songs—lively and adorable.
At the entrance of Kaisheng International Kindergarten in Nancheng, many cars were parked. Parents were saying goodbye to their children.
Among the mostly plain and elegant parents, Song Wenxi’s purple-and-white outfit stood out sharply. As soon as she got out of the car, she attracted a lot of attention.
She helped the children out. They stood in a line in front of her, wearing backpacks and hats.
Beautiful mother, equally beautiful children—it naturally drew attention.
“Mo Beiyu, who is she?”
A clear voice came through the crowd. A cool-looking boy ran over, followed by a woman in a white elegant dress.
The woman smiled gently. “Xiao Ke, be polite.”
Mo Beiyu immediately took Song Wenxi’s hand and lifted his head proudly.
“Jiang Ke, this is my mom.”
Mo Nanqing grabbed her other hand. “My mom. Very, very beautiful.”
Mo Dongchen simply hugged her leg. “My mom is the most beautiful!”
Jiang Ke politely bowed. “Hello, auntie.”
Song Wenxi smiled brightly. “Hello. You’re very polite.”
The boy shyly ran back to his mother’s side, hiding behind her skirt.
After watching the children enter the kindergarten, Song Wenxi chatted briefly with the woman.
“I’m Song Wenxi, their mother,” she introduced herself.
“I’m Zeng Zi,” the woman replied with a soft smile. “Having three must be hard. Mine already keeps me busy enough.”
After a short exchange, they parted ways.
Back in the car, Song Wenxi was in a good mood.
“Uncle Tang, to the company.”
Song Wenxi had been to the Mo Corporation three times before.
First time, she smashed a receptionist’s head open and demanded she be fired because the receptionist had mocked her.
Second time, she stormed into a meeting and demanded a three-million bag. Mo Hanche transferred the money coldly and ended the meeting.
Third time, she offended a female client, and the deal collapsed—forcing Mo Hanche to work overnight for new cooperation.
Just those three visits were enough to permanently etch the image of the “beautiful, insane troublemaker” into every employee’s mind at Mo Corporation.