The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"I don’t think Li Ao’s matter is important." Ye Zi’an put down his chopsticks and looked at him steadily.

Seeing Ye Zi’an’s serious expression, Luo Linhao couldn’t continue eating the steamed bun in his hand.

"Cousin, why are you so serious? Just speak directly, do you know how scary you look right now?"

"You have a quarter of an hour to finish your meal, then get to the study!"

Ye Zi’an huffed and went straight upstairs.

Luo Linhao was stunned for quite a while before asking Yang Chuxia, "Cousin-in-law, what’s wrong with my cousin? Did you two have a fight?"

"Nonsense, how could we possibly have a fight?"

She glared at him annoyed. This kid really had a way with words. How good was her relationship with Brother An? Had they ever fought in all the years they knew each other?

"Oh, I know now, cousin must be sexually frustrated. I heard people say that couples can’t share a bed just after having a child, so that’s why cousin is glowering..."

As soon as Yang Chuxia heard this, her face darkened. This kid was really asking for a lesson, saying whatever came to his mind.

Sure enough, before he could finish speaking, Ye Zi’an’s voice came from upstairs, and it seemed a bit cold.

"You, come up here this instant!"

Luo Linhao shivered immediately.

"Hehe"

Yang Chuxia smiled, "Go on, your cousin has always been very gentle; he won’t beat you up."

At that moment, a certain renowned physician who had been beaten up by Ye Zi’an was sneezing non-stop in a carriage.

Yang Chuxia knew that Brother An wanted to talk to him about Yunyun, the two of them were neither very young nor very old anymore, and they couldn’t keep hanging onto the word "wife" every day like before.

No one knew what they talked about in the study, but when they came downstairs, Ye Zi’an seemed very pleased, whereas Luo Linhao’s expression was hard to describe—somewhat pleased, somewhat conflicted, and somewhat troubled.

"What did you tell him exactly?"

"I didn’t really say much. I just asked if he really wants to marry Yunyun or if it’s just a pretense. He’s the same age as I was back then, and should be able to distinguish these things. Then I told him that if he’s sure, he should write a letter himself to inform the uncle, and also start preparing the bride price and whatnot to propose." Ye Zi’an spread his hands; he indeed hadn’t said much.

"So, does he not want to?"

Yang Chuxia was less pleased at the thought. Could this kid dare to be unwilling? Yunyun was such an adorable and clever girl.

"He’s willing," Ye Zi’an paused and then continued, "but I also casually mentioned what I had prepared back in the day, and just so happened to remind that gifts don’t have to be expensive but should carry heartfelt sentiment. With the precedent of my pearl and jade gifts, he can’t give anything less. Probably he is fretting over what to prepare."

"Pfft, you’re a troublemaker; it would take quite an effort to surpass the gifts you gave. No wonder I saw him looking so troubled." The gifts from that year were challenging demands spoken by Grand Dowager She when Eighth Sister Yang refused Prince Song.

It was Brother An’s ingenuity that produced the items using corresponding weights in silver, a feat not easily matched.

"Humph,"

At this Ye Zi’an was smug.

However, when he saw what Luo Linhao had come up with, his face turned pitch black in an instant.

No one expected Luo Linhao to act so quickly; three days after talking to Ye Zi’an, he came with a box of items.

"How about this, cousin? Isn’t this engagement gift even more awesome than yours? Yours was just silver, but mine is gold, real gold!"

"I knew there was a reason you wanted to see what your cousin had prepared the day before yesterday. So you were planning on making a high-quality imitation!"