The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

Let him go a month without a bath, and he’d surely die of misery.

"Wife!!!" Sure enough, the moment Ye Zi’an heard it, he wilted.

"Hehe, so what’s it going to be, huh? Xiao’an, are you agreeing or not?" Yang Chuxia chuckled as she caressed his handsome face, in an exceedingly good mood.

"Wife, why do you put me in such a tough spot?" Ye Zi’an grumbled as he rubbed his freed ear, looking extremely wronged.

"Be good, don’t feel so aggrieved. Hurry up and go, I’m waiting for you. Be quick about it." Yang Chuxia pushed him out the door and swiftly went to find some clean clothes for him to change into.

Once Ye Zi’an resigned himself to his task and hauled the water up, he quickly took a bath, feeling utterly content afterwards.

"Xiao’an, hurry up and clean the room properly; you need to be quick, and make sure mom doesn’t find out. If she does, I’ll say you were the one who bathed."

Ye Zi’an, who was wiping the floor, nearly face-planted when he heard this. Could you really be this shameless?

Yet he had no choice but to speed up his efforts—his mother-in-law’s nagging was something he really feared.

By the time he finished tidying up, he was covered in sweat from head to toe.

Glancing at the freshly bathed Yang Chuxia, then back at himself, he suddenly leaned towards the bed with dubious intentions, "Wife, now that you’ve bathed and smell nice, it shouldn’t be a problem for me to give you a hug, right?"

"It is a problem!" Yang Chuxia immediately sat up straight. "Look at you, all sweaty and dirty. Do you really have the nerve to hug me? Even though I don’t mind you, you shouldn’t be so unconcerned about your own cleanliness, right?"

Instantly, Ye Zi’an’s face turned dark, this ungrateful wretch. All this sweat was for whom? Fetching water back and forth, changing it, cleaning the room—who did all this?

"Hehe, don’t make such a sour face. The darker it gets, the less handsome you are."

The moment she said that, Ye Zi’an was stuck between turning black with anger and red with embarrassment.

"Hmph!"

Ye Zi’an rarely exhibited such petulant pride as he left the room.

When he returned to the room later, he was refreshed and radiant, dressed in flowing white robes, his hair half-tied in a carefree and handsome manner.

When Ms. Wang arrived, she smelled the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus soap in the room. She had wanted to ask if Yang Chuxia had sneaked a bath, but upon seeing Ye Zi’an in fresh clothes with his hair still damp, she refrained from asking anything.

"Xiaxia, everyone has left. The Commandery Princess Dongyang also left. She said she’d come to visit with the children after your baby’s full-month celebration."

"They’ve all left already?" Yang Chuxia raised an eyebrow and asked.

Ms. Wang just nodded, "Yes, they left. After lunch, they sat for a while, and then the others left too. They said they’ll come back to visit and have a proper chat with you when the baby turns one month old."

Mingcui added, "Madam Wang and a few other ladies wanted to come and say goodbye to you. I told them the young master was here, and asked them to come in and tell you themselves before inviting them. Madam Wang then said there was no need, and asked me to convey her farewell on her behalf."

"Mhm, got it."

Yang Chuxia thought to herself that she had indeed been somewhat rude today. Not to mention Qian Xiaoqing causing trouble, she didn’t even greet the guests upon their departure.

But what’s done is done; she could only wait for the full-month celebration to make amends.

Thinking of Qian Xiaoqing and Ms. Qian of Wang Family’s matter, Yang Chuxia’s mood soured.

"Mom, what were you thinking? Qian Xiaoqing comes to our house, and instead of sending her away, you even let her come along."

"Sigh, they insisted on coming. I was thinking it’s a special day today, and if they made a scene, it wouldn’t look good for you."

"And do you think my face looks good now?" Yang Chuxia argued. "Did you hear the things she said? Calling me ’big sister’—it was utterly disgusting."