The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

Yang Xiayun was getting impatient; she was still thinking about going to see Master Tang make candy with Linyu. She heard that Master Tang had come out with several new kinds of candies, not the usual sweet or sour ones, but ones with a salty flavor instead.

"You..." Luo Linhao felt a stuffiness in his chest, this brat truly was young and didn’t understand the sorrow of parting.

"Brat, I’m leaving now, and you, you won’t miss me?" After holding it in for a while, Luo Linhao finally managed to get another sentence out.

Then he eagerly looked at Yang Xiayun, but all he got from her, after she circled around him for a while, was, "Will I get candy if I miss you?"

Luo Linhao: ...So, he’s not even as attractive as a box of candies?

"Come here, Yunyun." Luo Linhao felt it was necessary to have a serious talk with her. As Yang Xiayun walked over, he took her little hand and said, "Yunyun, you know we’re betrothed, right?"

"Mhm," Yang Xiayun nodded.

"Do you know what being betrothed means?" Luo Linhao was almost in anguish, was it easy for him to find a little girl? It was one thing that she couldn’t do anything, but he even had to consider whether she could understand what he was saying.

"Are you dumb?" Before he had finished his thoughts, Yang Xiayun smacked his arm, "Would this young lady not know what betrothal means?"

"Hey, you brat, you do know, then you know I’m your fiancé, right? Your fiancé is about to leave, don’t you feel a bit sad? When I’m not here in the future, won’t you miss me?"

"But you haven’t left yet?" Yang Xiayun looked at him blankly, completely failing to understand what he was trying to express, "How am I supposed to know if I will miss you after you leave if it hasn’t happened yet?"

Suddenly Luo Linhao ran out of steam and had nothing more to say; well, she did tell the truth. He hadn’t left yet; who knew if she would miss him?

However, a moment later, Luo Linhao was even more vexed. Couldn’t this brat just say something pleasant, like that she would miss him?

Luo Linhao narrowed his eyes, thinking that this brat was quite straightforward. She liked him now, but after all, she was young—what if she stopped liking him in a few years?

But luckily the marriage was already settled. Luo Linhao stroked his chin, thinking that they still needed to seal the deal somehow, to make the memory stick.

So Luo Linhao took a step forward.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing him come closer, Yang Xiayun subconsciously thought about standing up, but before she could get up, Luo Linhao held her down and then she felt something press against her mouth. When she finally focused and saw what it was, her eyes widened instantly.

All of a sudden, she thought back to when she and Yang Dongxue witnessed a scene between their sister and brother-in-law when they were younger.

When the two of them parted, all Yang Xiayun could say was, "So this is what a man’s ’mouth’ tastes like, not as sweet as candy."

"..." Luo Linhao’s heart crumbled. So his kiss still wasn’t as good as a box of candies?

Then Luo Linhao did something childish. He hurriedly fished out a piece of candy from Yang Xiayun’s purse, crunched and munched it loudly, and then, under her astonished gaze, kissed her again.

"How about that, brat? Sweet or not?" After the kiss, Luo Linhao asked with a smile to Yang Xiayun.

Yang Xiayun’s eyes were wide open, a bit stunned.