Chapter 1426 - 1429_1
Ye Zi’an’s face turned a bit red, and seeing her laugh so brilliantly, he couldn’t hold back and pinned her down, humming, "If I can’t eat the meat, I should be allowed to sip some soup."
"Xiao’an, that’s not good. Drinking too much soup will bloat your stomach."
"I’d rather have a bloated stomach than no soup to drink."
With those words, he began to act inappropriately.
"My wife, give me a kiss!"
He murmured and reached for her red lips, tangled with her for a while until Ye Zi’an finally let her go, but his hands did not.
Seeing him sweating profusely on his forehead, Yang Chuxia laughed unscrupulously.
Ye Zi’an narrowed his eyes, sizing her up before fixing his gaze on her lips, uttering a few words with ill intent.
"Pah, you scoundrel Xiao’an, you’re becoming quite the rogue."
"Don’t change the subject, wife," said Ye Zi’an, unapologetically seizing her hand, and added, "Back in the day, it was you who pulled me into reading that little notebook. So wife, if I’m a rogue, you’re the one who led me to it."
"..." Yang Chuxia found herself at a loss for words.
Seeing that she had nothing to say, Ye Zi’an chuckled, "Please, my wife!"
Back at the Yang Family, Yangyang, having changed into a new outfit, hurried back.
Meanwhile, Yang Xiayun’s guests were chatting in the pavilion, their distant voices sounding like they were composing poetry.
There was also a little girl pouring tea and serving fruits.
Under the pavilion, Aunt Jindi was plucking flowers from the ground.
The boy he despised was following right behind Aunt Jindi.
"Annoying brat," he muttered under his breath, almost making the person following behind him burst into laughter.
But no sooner had he finished grumbling than he looked up and saw something—what was that detestable boy doing?
"Let go of my aunt, you shameless brute!" A fierce shout startled the girls in the pavilion, and when Yang Xiayun came out, she saw Yangyang charging like a rabbit and pouncing on the boy, having him under his fists by the time she had left the pavilion.
"Yangyang, what are you doing? Let him go!"
"No way, Aunt, I must hit him; he was bullying Aunt Jindi." It turned out he saw the little pest trying to kiss Aunt Jindi—how could that be allowed?
Mother always said girls can’t let just anyone kiss them and that he should protect his sister in the future.
So how could they allow Aunt Jindi, a girl, to be kissed by someone else?
"Hmph, dare to hit me, and I’ll have my family’s servants beat you up," said the child, who was not someone else but a boy brought by the He Family girl.
"Scared of you? My family has servants too," huffed Yangyang. "We children fight without telling our parents; otherwise, it’s not manly."
"I won’t tell, then!" the other boy retorted with some backbone, puffing angrily, "I don’t believe I can’t beat you."
However, reality told him that he couldn’t beat Yangyang. Although young, Yangyang had been practicing the horse stance and martial arts since he was three years old, trained for over a year now. Not to brag, but fighting was a matter of minutes for him.