Ye Qingqing came out to close the courtyard gate and saw the robust backs of the family of three. She couldn't help but shake her head. This family's eating habits were terrible. It was like they were eating poison every day. They were so ignorant.

"Brother, you're the one who comes up with the best ideas."

Ye Qingqing locked the courtyard gate, went back into the house, and smiled at Lu Mo. Lu Mo raised the corners of his lips slightly, his eyes deepened, and he gently patted the little pig's head, "Go to bed after you've washed up."

The little pig looked longingly at the unfinished castle and pleaded, "Daddy, build it a little longer, it'll be done soon."

"We'll continue tomorrow. It's time." Lu Mo's tone left no room for discussion. He had important matters to attend to that evening and didn't have time to play with the little brat.

The little pig looked up at the clock and complained unhappily, "Dad, it's only 8:25 now, there are still five minutes before bedtime."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "My mom always makes me go to bed at 8:30 sharp."

Sometimes he'd whine and his mom and grandma would extend the time by a few minutes, they were very flexible, unlike his dad who always came early and was so unenthusiastic.

"8:30 is bedtime, and you have five minutes to wash up. Now you only have four minutes left. If you don't go wash up, you'll be a little pig!" Lu Mo threatened.

That brat actually dared to bargain with him!

The little pig sensed his father's chilling murderous aura and couldn't help but shrink back. He obediently went to wash up. When he passed Ye Qingqing, his little eyes looked pitiful. Ye Qingqing could only pretend not to see him. Lu Mo was the head of the family. When he was disciplining his son, she could not contradict him in person. She had to maintain his authority as the father.

But that doesn't mean she agrees. Why should we arrive five minutes early? What's wrong with letting the little pig play a few more minutes? What important things could possibly be waiting for us to do at night?

Having failed to get help from Ye Qingqing, Little Pig was completely disheartened. With a dejected little face, he obediently went back to his room. The little guy had his own private room, complete with a bathroom and shower. After a short while, Little Pig finished washing up and went to bed. He obediently covered himself with the blanket, but his eyes were wide open.

A short while later, Ye Qingqing came into the room, tucked the little pig into bed, kissed him on the forehead, and said, "Goodnight, baby, sweet dreams!"

Goodnight, Mom!

The little pig closed its eyes contentedly, a smile playing on its lips. Soon its breathing became long and even, and it fell into a deep sleep.

Ye Qingqing couldn't help but kiss him a few more times, she couldn't get enough of it. Lu Mo came in, put his arm around Ye Qingqing, and said with dissatisfaction, "If you kiss him again, you'll wake up the little pig."

Since the birth of their son, the girl's eyes have been fixed on him more than on him. She spends more time looking at their son. Although he also likes looking at his son, he still doesn't want Ye Qingqing to pay too much attention to their son, which makes him very unhappy.

When the little guy turns eighteen, we'll send him to the army to train and contribute to the country, so he won't always be clinging to his wife.

"No, it won't hurt no matter how many times I kiss."

Ye Qingqing kissed her son's face repeatedly, and the little pig smiled slightly, as if he were having a sweet dream. Lu Mo's eyes became even more profound. He put his arm around Ye Qingqing and whispered in her ear, "It's time to sleep."

"Why are you sleeping so early? I want to watch TV..."

Ye Qingqing muttered subconsciously, but when she met Lu Mo's burning gaze, her face immediately turned red. She glared at him irritably, her face burning.

No wonder he was in such a hurry to put his son to bed earlier, saying he had something important to do. So that's what he was thinking about. You scoundrel!