The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"My lady..."

"Speak, Husband, what do you desire?" As she spoke, Yang Chuxia hooked Ye Zi’an’s chin with her finger.

Ye Zi’an’s voice was hoarse as he said, "I’ll follow my lady’s lead, but can we hurry it up a bit?"

In the dimly lit room, the scant lantern light made the scene incredibly sensual.

It wasn’t until the first crow of the rooster in Yangshu Village that Yang Chuxia finally fell into a deep sleep.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already midday, and she could hear Ye Zi’an reading the Three Character Classic to the two children in the outer room.

Yang Chuxia wistfully thought to herself, when the children begin to speak, would their first words be "At the beginning of mankind"?

Ye Zi’an’s voice came through again.

"Yangyang, Daddy knows you’re the most mischievous, but when Daddy’s not at home, you must be obedient, you hear? You can’t be naughty and upset your mother. Be good, just like Lele, don’t cause trouble. Otherwise, wait and see if Daddy doesn’t spank you when he gets back."

The little dumpling Yangyang seemed to sense his daddy’s sternness and actually pouted.

"You little rascal, dare to pout," Ye Zi’an tapped on Yangyang’s little nose, "When you’re a bit more sensible, I’ll spank you, but for now, I’ll just remember this. So young and already daring to disobey Daddy, huh? Hmph, should I get a little notebook and jot down all the times you and Lele are naughty? When you grow up, we’ll settle the score gradually. Hmph, then I’ll let your mother watch with the notebook while I spank you, and she can help count how many more times you can be spanked. Good son, remember, when you cry, make it loud—your mother finds it amusing when you cry, and she’ll laugh. Remember to make your mother laugh."

"Haha..." Yang Chuxia, who’d been listening from the inner room, couldn’t hold back any longer.

Good Lord, she finally found someone even weirder than herself, she was dying of laughter.

Hearing the commotion from the inside, there was a moment of embarrassment for the man outside as he exchanged several glances with his two dumpling sons. When he noticed the sound from inside softening a bit, he composed himself and walked into the inner room.

Seeing him come in made Yang Chuxia laugh even harder.

"Brother An, you’re so funny."

He knew she must have heard what he said, otherwise she wouldn’t be laughing like this.

"Heh heh, others entertain their relatives with colorful clothes, but in the future, we’ll entertain them by spanking our son."

"Pfft—I bet our son will absolutely despise himself for not having the eyes to choose better, to be born to such heartless parents."