The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

As they talked, the big man Zi’an’s eyes actually reddened, leaving Yang Chuxia too embarrassed to continue what she was going to say next.

However, for the sake of future benefits, she still had to speak. She snorted coldly and said, "It’s good that you know how hard it’s been for me, so from now on, taking care of our son’s eating, drinking, pooping, peeing, and sleeping is all on you. After all, I’ve had a tough time before, you can’t just step in as a ready-made dad. That would be too good to be true, wouldn’t it?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Zi’an couldn’t help but laugh inwardly, "No problem at all, not only will I take care of the child, but I’ll take care of you as well."

"Really? No going back on your word." Yang Chuxia looked at him with shining eyes, making Ye Zi’an’s heart flutter. He said with mild dissatisfaction, "When have I ever gone back on my word?" After that, he proceeded to ravage the continuously chattering little mouth that had been seeking benefits for herself since he arrived.

After finally stopping, Yang Chuxia twisted him a little, "We are outside, you know."

"Then let’s go inside." Saying this, he swept Yang Chuxia off her feet and carried her towards their usual residence in the small building.

"Hey, why are you in such a hurry?"

Caught off guard by his sudden embrace, Yang Chuxia didn’t have time to react.

Hehe, "Not seeing my wife for over half a year, of course, I’m in a hurry," Ye Zi’an said unabashedly.

But upon entering the small building, they ran into Little Li’s mother and Mingcui face to face. Mingcui was even holding a basin with a soiled chamber pot inside.

Seeing Yang Chuxia being carried upstairs in Ye Zi’an’s arms, both of them couldn’t help but feel awkward. Mingcui’s face turned red with embarrassment, and even Little Li’s mother felt a little ashamed.

"Young master, Madam!"

Ye Zi’an, feeling a bit embarrassed by being caught, saw the familiar redness creep up his ears, and Yang Chuxia knew it.

Jumping down from his arms, she asked calmly, "Have Lele and Yangyang gone to sleep yet?"

"They haven’t yet. Ming Liu is playing with them. I’ll go down to the kitchen to check on things, and Mingcui will go wash the chamber pot."

Yang Chuxia said, "Then you go ahead." After saying this, she quickly pulled Ye Zi’an with her, "Come on, those two little devils haven’t gone to sleep yet; let’s go take a look."

Once inside the small building, the twins were temporarily staying in the outer room of their bedroom, supervised by Little Li’s mother and the others during the day. The two lay side by side in their small cribs, identical, fair-skinned, with big, round, jet-black eyes that instantly made them look spirited.

Ming Liu was trying to entertain them, but unfortunately, the little buns didn’t give her any face, preferring to blow bubbles rather than look at Ming Liu.

"Young master, Madam!"

"Just go down to the kitchen and prepare some water. When the water’s ready, see if anyone is free to take it to the bathhouse. We have my husband and me here," Yang Chuxia said after noticing Ye Zi’an, though clean, still needed a bath.

"Yes,"

With that, Ming Liu went down.

Yang Chuxia then pulled Ye Zi’an closer to the two little buns, "How about that, isn’t it fun? I told you, they are both boys."

"They are so tiny!" Seeing his two sons with their large eyes and flailing little fists, Ye Zi’an felt the thick blood bond of kinship and the joy of becoming a father for the first time. His eyes moistened once more.

"Do you want to hold them?" Yang Chuxia asked, pulling at him.

Ye Zi’an looked at himself, then stretched out his hands, and said with some regret, "I’ll hold them after I’ve washed up. I’m dusty from riding."

However, although he didn’t hold the two little buns, his eyes were fixed on them, so focused that Yang Chuxia was about to get jealous on the spot.