The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

However, Luo Linhao, who had gone out, was yet to know that the atmosphere in the house had changed.

It began with, "Haha..." a burst of laughter.

"You you, Brother An, you’re really too funny. What kind of silly girl sends you this?"

Ye Zi’an shook his head, "Don’t know, didn’t ask which family’s."

When Yang Chuxia finally stopped laughing, hehe, Ye Zi’an felt as if a pair of pincers had clamped onto the soft flesh of his waist.

"Tell me, was that girl pretty or not?"

Ye Zi’an’s nerves were taut, but he replied with feigned calmness, "Don’t know, wasn’t paying attention to what she looked like."

"Is that so?" Feeling the human flesh pincers at his waist relax, she continued, "Besides the one who sent whitening cream, were there others who sent handkerchiefs or flowers or embroidered purses?"

Yang Chuxia’s tone was light, but Ye Zi’an, who knew her well, understood that this was the most dangerous time. He had to be very careful in his answer, or else his waist would suffer. In his heart, Ye Zi’an silently lamented how tough it was to be his waist. When his wife was in good spirits, his waist bore the brunt; when she was unhappy, it was still his waist that took the punishment. Why was his poor waist destined to such a hard life?

"My lady, do the embroidered purses and handkerchiefs thrown down during the parade count?" Ye Zi’an asked with a shiver in his voice.

"The handkerchiefs from the parade?" Yang Chuxia spoke slowly, as if pondering whether to count them or not, then finally asked, "Did you catch any?"

"Of course not!" Making a joke about catching them? But that didn’t include the ones that landed on him; those had nothing to do with him; he’d knocked them away.

"Oh, you didn’t catch them, well, of course it doesn’t... count!" She squeezed hard, and Ye Zi’an immediately howled in pain, "My lady, it hurts!"

"Hmph, with all the handkerchiefs thrown at you, one could imagine how cocky you must have been in Capital City. Otherwise, why wouldn’t they throw them at someone else?"

Ye Zi’an felt so wronged. People threw them because among the top three, he was the youngest.

Ye Zi’an, with eyes full of grievance, looked pitifully at Yang Chuxia, "My lady, you tricked me, you went back on your word, you just said it didn’t count, and yet you still pinched me."

"Pff... Who can you blame if you’re foolish?" Yang Chuxia dismissed with a wave, "I hadn’t even finished speaking, what are you happy about? Didn’t you hear me switch the topic?"

"Lele, your mom is bullying me!" Ye Zi’an childishly tattled to his son, and little Lele responded with a bubble.

"Quit being silly, wait until your son grows as tall as a small table’s legs before you talk to him about this."

Ye Zi’an just snorted, "I’m going to complain to my mother. You not only bully our son, you bully me too. You make him cry every day, and you pinch me."

What the hell! With this talk and tone, had he gone stupid? Yang Chuxia’s eyes widened in shock the moment she heard this. People say ’pregnancy brain’ lasts three years, but she felt her intellect was still sharp lately, not too foolish at all. However, in her previous life, she had heard that if one doesn’t play the fool, then the foolishness might afflict one’s husband. She remembered someone saying they didn’t have morning sickness, but their husband suffered from it every day. Of course, these were all bizarre exceptions!

Could it be that such an odd exception had occurred right beside her?

So, now, was it that she wasn’t foolish, but Brother An had gotten a bit silly?

Yang Chuxia squinted her eyes, beckoning to Brother An, "Ye Zi’an, Zi’an, come here! Come here!"

Seeing Yang Chuxia’s wide eyes that finally narrowed, and hearing her call him Ye Zi’an, Ye Zi’an realized it had been a long time since he was addressed that way.