The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"Mmm, Mom, let’s rest for a bit, and tonight we’ll go over to Grandma’s place for dinner. I really love the food Grandma makes," Yangyang excitedly said as he jumped down.

"Don’t just think about eating; you’ve played all day today," Ye Zi’an followed up with a casual remark, "Rest for fifteen minutes, then go to the study and copy two articles of text. If you can’t complete them, you’ll have dinner at home by yourself."

"Oh, beautiful dad!" Yangyang instantly looked up, "Beautiful dad, can’t you spare me this once?"

"Three articles, miss one word and you’re not allowed dinner," Ye Zi’an’s voice dropped once more.

"Wow, I’ll keep quiet. I’m heading to the study right now," Yangyang, realizing that Ye Zi’an was serious, dared not to joke anymore and ran off with a scamper.

"I wonder why this auntie has come again; could it be that she’s here looking for my cousin?"

"Who knows, let’s just go and see later," Ye Zi’an asked while supporting her, "How does Mu Shaoling’s son look?"

"Pretty good, quite handsome too," Yang Chuxia sighed, "Much better looking than Lele and Yangyang were when they were born."

"Really?" Ye Zi’an didn’t quite believe it in his heart; both his sons were good-looking, so how could they be that ugly. "These two are over six months now, not sure if they can come out next month."

"That’s hard to say; twins can arrive after seven months, or even over eight months."

"I really want to see them soon." Ye Zi’an, having spent the day listening to Mu Shaoling talk about his son, just couldn’t help wanting to see his own babies soon—he had never seen a newborn before.

"You rest for a while, I’ll call you later." Once they entered the room, Ye Zi’an helped her up to rest on the upper floor.

Perhaps from the fatigue of the car ride, she fell asleep quickly, and Ye Zi’an watched her fall asleep. As he looked on, seeing her cheeks slightly flush and her mouth slightly open, Ye Zi’an had the sudden urge to steal a kiss, but because of Yang Chuxia’s keen sensitivity, he ultimately didn’t do it.

Thinking about it made him feel it’s a pity; it seemed like a long time since he and his wife had been intimate. That sense of regret grew even more, and he even sighed.

Upon hearing his own sigh, he quickly covered his mouth, telling himself he better not wake her up.

Looking down to see Yang Chuxia seemingly sleeping soundly, he removed his hand from his mouth. Yet, the more he saw, the more he realized how beautiful she looked—truly beautiful.

"Tell me, were you trying to steal a kiss from me?" Just as he was lost in his thoughts, Yang Chuxia suddenly opened her eyes.

"Eh, you’re awake? You haven’t slept for long."

"I was sleeping well, but with you staring at me that way, even a pig would wake up."

Yang Chuxia felt exasperated; was there any need to stare at her like that while she slept? Did her face have flowers on it?

"Get some water, I’ll wash up, and then we can go over to Mom’s."

"Sure, sit and wait a bit."

Ye Zi’an promptly went downstairs and brought up some warm water, also twisting a towel for her.

Yang Chuxia intended to take it herself, but he didn’t move.

"What’s up? Do you want to help me wash up?"

Ye Zi’an nodded earnestly, "I’ll help you wash your face."

"Alright then, Madam hereby grants you permission to serve," she said. Since it was his good intention, how could she refuse?

"Do you want to eat something before we go?" After helping her with her ablutions, Ye Zi’an asked again.

"No need, I’m not hungry, let’s go."

By the time the family of three arrived at the Yang Family’s place, dinner had just been served.