The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"Brother Yanzhu?" Yangyang nodded and then shook his head, "I don’t want somebody else’s brother, I want my brother."

"Mom, when will Fourth Grandpa send brother back? I miss my brother." Yangyang pulled at her sleeve, "Mom, when can brother come back?"

"Mom misses your brother too," Yang Chuxia sighed and then said, "Let’s wait a bit longer. If he doesn’t send your brother back, Mom will go get him herself."

Yangyang pleaded eagerly, "Then, Mom, go get brother earlier, I really miss him."

"Okay, Mom knows. Now go play."

"Mmm, Mom, I’ll play for a bit and then I’ll come back to keep you and sister company, huh."

After saying this, the little guy dashed outside. However, upon arriving at the Yang Family’s place, he noticed that there were quite a few people around, so he stood behind them and listened for a moment before rushing back home.

"Mom, Mom..."

"Why have you come back?" Seeing that Yangyang’s forehead was covered in sweat, Yang Chuxia quickly beckoned him over and wiped his brow with a handkerchief, "You, why can’t you walk slowly? You always have to run."

"Mom, don’t scold me, I was rushing back home to give you and Dad a message," Yangyang looked around the room and asked, "Where’s Pretty Dad?"

"Your dad is in the study, checking your calligraphy."

"Ah? Doesn’t Pretty Dad always check my homework at night? Why is he doing it so early today?" Upon hearing that his dad was going to check his homework, more sweat beaded on his forehead.

"I check whenever I want to check," Ye Zi’an was coming down the stairs, "Who says I must check it at night?"

"Hehe, whatever Pretty Dad says is right, is right." Seeing him come down, Yangyang hurried over, first squeezing Ye Zi’an’s arms, then pounding on his legs, "Pretty Dad, you’ve worked hard checking my homework. Let your son give you a leg massage, huh."

"Hehe..." Ye Zi’an laughed, "Son, I check homework with my hands and brain, why are you massaging my legs? That’s not how one should offer flattery."

"Is that so?" Yangyang stopped his hand, thought for a moment, and then said, "But Pretty Dad, you need to go upstairs to the study, and you use your legs for that, right? Climbing stairs is tiring, I better keep massaging."

"Enough, stop massaging," Ye Zi’an couldn’t stand his little brown-noser act, "No matter how much you massage my legs, it won’t help with your studies. I’ve just set some more tasks for you, they are on the desk, go up and you’ll see them."

After finishing his talk, Ye Zi’an waved his hand, "Stop disturbing your mother and me having some alone time."

"Ah????" Yangyang shrieked, "Mom, if I had known, I wouldn’t have come back to report to you."

"Right, you were saying you had some news to report?" Yang Chuxia suddenly remembered.

Upon hearing this, Yangyang hurried to Yang Chuxia’s side, "Mom, I have to tell you, can you discuss with Pretty Dad to let me go do my tasks later?"

"Hey, you even know how to negotiate now!" Yang Chuxia laughed, tapping his little forehead, "If you won’t tell me, I won’t want to listen anymore. I can just go to your grandma’s house and find out for myself."

"Oh, Mom, I’ll tell, I’ll tell." Yangyang giggled, "I saw lots of people at Grandma’s house, and there was a bride there too."

"What bride? Since when is there a bride at your grandma’s house?"

"Really, Mom, I saw her dressed in a bright red outfit, with red flowers in her hair, just like when Sister Ming Liu got married."