The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"Hehe, remember this, the taste of your future husband is sweet, just like the candies in your purse, got it?"

Finally, Yang Xiayun snapped back to reality and screamed, "Ah... pretty boy, are you taking advantage of me?"

Luo Linhao was covered in a cold sweat. Could her reaction be any slower? If this was taking advantage, he had done it twice already, right?

But Yang Xiayun, this child, had a unique way of thinking that was different from everyone else’s.

So she shouted, "No way, I have to take it back! I’m the only one who gets to take advantage of others, nobody takes advantage of me!"

And so, before Luo Linhao could react, Miss Yang charged forward—no, she climbed onto the stone bench, towering over Luo Linhao, grabbed his head, tilted his face upward and planted a firm kiss on him.

"You’ve taken advantage of me twice; I’m taking it back with interest."

And so, once, twice, three times...

Finally, Luo Linhao came to his senses. God, was he just forcibly kissed by his own little fiancée?

But, although it wasn’t much of a face-saver, why did it feel so damn good?

"Yunyun, why don’t you kiss me a few more times? I’ll return the favor," said Luo Linhao, sounding a bit enticing.

But Yang Xiayun was a girl of principles.

She shook her head firmly, "Hmph, I never like to take advantage of others. If I kiss you more times, wouldn’t I be the one taking advantage? That won’t do."

With that, she waved her hands dismissively and, without the slightest blush on her face, showed none of the shy demureness usually seen in young women after intimate contact with men. It was as if what she did was the most normal thing in the world.

So when Luo Linhao came back to his senses, he was utterly crestfallen.

He was deeply troubled. Yunyun, the little beauty, was perhaps too young, understanding some matters only in a superficial way. Why couldn’t he find in her eyes the way a cousin looks at a cousin?

"Yo, what’s the matter with you?" Seeing his state, Mu Shaoling couldn’t help but snicker, considering he had just come from the Yang Family, "What? Did the little beauty Yunyun give you a hard time?"

"Tsk, tsk, serves you right for showing off. So what if you’re engaged? If you ask me, Yunyun is still so young. She might find someone better when she grows up and kick you to the curb, tsk, tsk." Mu Shaofeng hit him hard with his words upon seeing him, "Besides, she’s still cutting her teeth. So what if you’re engaged? Look at yourself. Yunyun won’t be old enough to marry for at least five or six more years, right? That just means you have to be a bachelor for five or six more years. What’s there to boast about? That’s worse than us. Although we’re not engaged, at least we can do whatever we want. Can you? A twenty-year-old bachelor?"

Such a venomous tongue, too venomous for Mu Shaoling to bear. If he wanted to say Luo Linhao would remain a virgin until nearly twenty, he should just say it, instead of calling him a bachelor. How could he ever eat boiled chicken again after this?

Luo Linhao was so angry his face turned red, and he still had a sulky expression when he left Yangshu Village that morning.

"If you don’t want to leave, just stay behind. After all, many would like to go to the barracks," said Mu Shaoling, seeing him unwilling to mount his horse, standing there moping.

Mu Shaofeng was even thinking about kicking him.

Yes, they were about to leave Yangshu Village. The horses and everything else were ready. This time they wouldn’t detour to the county town but would take the official road directly back to the capital.

The Ye Family had come out to see them off, with both little buns being held by Yang Chuxia and Ye Zi’an respectively.

From the Yang Family, Ms.Wang and Yang Dachuan were also present, but Yang Xiayun was conspicuously absent, which explained why Luo Linhao was dragging his feet, hesitant to mount his horse.