The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"Hmph, don’t look down on me."

Luo Linhao felt like he had lost face to Yang Xiayun, so he glared at her before leaving with stomping steps.

Yang Xiayun smirkingly said, "So ungentlemanly!"

"Pfft..." Yang Chuxia was really amused by her, "Do you even know what being gentlemanly means?"

After asking this question, Yang Xiayun looked at her with a ’you’re-an-idiot’ gaze, shook her head as if speechless, and then left arrogantly with Yang Dongxue and Luo Linyu.

Seeing her disdainful manner, Yang Chuxia couldn’t help but curse, "Damn, the kids these days are really something else."

Ye Zi’an smiled at her words.

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Half a month later, Mu Shaoling, who should have been in Capital City, suddenly appeared in Yangshu Village.

In the past two years, Mu Shaoling rarely came to Yangshu Village, and each time he did, it was only to visit Luo Linhao and his sisters. He would come and go in a hurry, so Yang Chuxia wasn’t sure why he suddenly showed up this time. She wondered if he had come specifically to attend their wedding.

And that was indeed the case.

Pointing to the two carts of gifts behind him, Mu Shaoling said, "You ungrateful girl, look how kind your young master is to you! These are all wedding presents for you and him." His tone was proud, but tinged with sourness when he mentioned Ye Zi’an, "Tsk, I really don’t understand you. Why marry a poor guy for no reason? Can he casually bring over two carts of stuff like me? You really have no taste."

Yang Chuxia laughed, "It depends on what’s inside the two carts. He can’t afford a cartload of expensive items, but if he has a hundred taels of silver, he can spend it all on me. Someone who has ten thousand taels but only spends a hundred taels on me is using just one percent, while someone who only has a hundred taels and spends it all is giving me their all."

Hearing her words, Mu Shaoling stared at her for a moment, his eyes becoming more complex. Seeing her features becoming even more delicate than before, his discomfort deepened. However, after pondering her words, he somewhat understood her point.

Of course, it’s not easy to hear harmonious words from Young Master Mu’s mouth.

"Enough with your twisted logic. Having poor taste is just that, admit it, I won’t laugh at you."

"Young Master Mu, thank you for attending my and Xiaxia’s wedding," Ye Zi’an said to the self-satisfied Mu Shaoling with a fan in his hand.

As soon as Mu Shaoling saw Ye Zi’an, he called out urgently, "Auntie, auntie, please pull your girl away quickly. Tsk, where did all her education go? She doesn’t even know that the bride and groom shouldn’t see each other before the wedding."

At his words, Yang Chuxia and Ye Zi’an were both briefly stunned.

Then, Ye Zi’an said, "When a guest arrives, it’s only proper to greet them. Etiquette is not hindered by customs, and Mr. Luo has taught this distinction between etiquette and customs very well, so I can judge it clearly at any time."

"Tsk, you’ve become better at making excuses," Mu Shaoling shook his head and then looked at Ms. Wang who came out. "Auntie, I’ll be eating at your house tonight."

Having dined at Yang Chuxia’s house many times before, Mu Shaoling had no qualms about being impolite now.

Naturally, Ms. Wang was more than happy. "Of course, I’ll go cook an extra few dishes. I still remember your favorites."

"Thanks, Auntie."

While talking, they entered the courtyard and observed Yang Chuxia’s multi-layered house, prompting Mu Shaoling to nod approvingly, "Your house is getting more and more impressive. The decorations look great."