The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

Chapter 1402 - 1404: Put it Back and be Reborn_1



"I must tell you, don’t let her find out about the matchmaking, otherwise she’ll run off and create a scene at the home of the person you’ve agreed upon. She was raised in our Wang Family since she was a little girl, so I understand her somewhat. She does everything according to her own will and truly has been spoiled by your Second Aunt-in-law."

Ms. Liu of Wang Family could only shake her head when speaking of this.

"Mother’s reminder is spot on, it’s indeed time to seriously consider a wife for Qingrui, or I’ll skin him alive if he doesn’t agree soon."

Therefore, since the incident with Qian Xiaoqing, Ms. Wang had really started to seek out matchmakers to find potential brides for her son.

One day meet with a girl from the Wang Family, and the next day see a girl from the Li Family.

And when she encountered decent ones, she even dragged Yang Chuxia along to take a look.

There were two decent families that they wanted to get Yang Qingrui’s opinion on, but since the day he left, he had gone with Yang Qingtong to inspect the shops and hadn’t returned until June.

In the meantime, as Ms. Liu had said, Qian Xiaoqing had visited Yangshu Village once again, but left due to Ms. Liu still residing there.

During this time, the Third and Fourth from Yang Chuxia’s family were also about to come out and greet the world.

"Wife, what do you think of these two names?"

One day, Ye Zi’an came downstairs with a small booklet filled with baby names.

"Rongyue, Rongqing? Aren’t these girls’ names?"

"Yes, aren’t there two children?"

Ye Zi’an didn’t see any issues with his choices, but Yang Chuxia pulled the booklet out of his hands and found that all the names were for girls.

"Are you silly?" Yang Chuxia pointed out, a bit irritated, "How can you be sure both are girls? What if one is a boy and the other is a girl?"

"Impossible!" Ye Zi’an stiffened his neck and insisted, "The last pair were two sons; this pair must definitely be two daughters."

"But what if it’s not?" Yang Chuxia asked.

"Stuff them back in for a redo!" Ye Zi’an replied so smoothly.

Yang Chuxia was dumbfounded by his answer!

"Will you give birth? Stuff them into your belly?"

"If I could give birth, I would do it myself!" Ye Zi’an laughed, "Sadly, I can’t. Would you like some fruit juice, wife?"

"Get me some, peach juice."

"As you command, wife, please wait a moment!"

Ye Zi’an was about to go out and give orders, but before he could reach the door, he heard Yang Chuxia calling out, "Brother An, Brother An, ah, it hurts..."

"Xiaxia, what’s wrong?" Ye Zi’an turned around to see her holding her belly, sweat breaking out on her forehead. "What’s wrong with Xiaxia?"

"Quick, have someone call the midwife, I’m afraid, I’m afraid the time has come."

Ye Zi’an froze upon hearing this, only snapping back to reality after Yang Chuxia urged him again.

His reaction was so immediate that he almost scared Yang Chuxia into giving birth on the spot.

He stood still, then suddenly bellowed, "Someone! Quick, someone! The lady is about to give birth, call the midwife!"

Following his roar, the Ye Family’s home instantly descended into chaos, and Yang Chuxia could only laugh and cry at the same time.

"Young master, quickly take the lady to the delivery room, it’s all prepared." Little Li’s mother came in and seeing both masters still stunned in place, she immediately grew anxious.

"Oh, to the delivery room, to the delivery room."

The midwives had already been chosen well in advance, the same two who had delivered Lele and the others.

When Yang Chuxia entered the room, the midwives arrived soon after. Seeing Ye Zi’an still inside, they quickly ushered him out, "Out, out, young master out, no men are allowed in the delivery room."

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