The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"Mother, go see Sister then, I will go in and stay with Father."

Yang Chuxia saw the child running quickly and smiled; even this child could get shy.

By the time she arrived at the side room, Mingcui and Li’s mother had just lulled the two children to sleep.

"Madam, I just heard outside that the madam has returned," Mingcui greeted her with a smile.

"You’ve had a hard time these days," Yang Chuxia said, walking over to the bed to check on the two little buns. The buns were asleep, but upon inspection, she noticed the children hadn’t lost any weight.

"It’s not hard; this old servant simply watched over the children, and later Mingcui helped keep an eye on them as well, so it was quite relaxing," Li’s mother continued, then added, "However, the two young masters have been working hard recently. During the days you were away, Brother An was at the pharmacy, and the house was overseen by the eldest young master. The daily routines of the young master were managed by Zi’an, along with the Li brothers. The two children had a clear division of work and were very well behaved. You wouldn’t know, but the eldest young master even knows how to exert pressure on the servants."

"Oh, how so?"

Thereupon, Li’s mother recounted the incident when Lele had sent the two mothers away and repeated to Yang Chuxia the words that were said. Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia was filled with pride; her son was impressive indeed, already knowing how to manage those below him.

When Yang Chuxia left the side room, Lele was reciting a book nearby, with Yangyang sitting beside him listening. As Yang Chuxia walked closer, it turned out that Ye Zi’an hadn’t fallen asleep yet.

"Mother, come quickly, Brother is reading to American Father, and every time he reads for a bit, American Father falls asleep," Yangyang said, shifting to the side, "Uncle said we should talk to Father more every day, as it can stimulate his consciousness."

"Have you talked to him?"

"Of course, we have, how could we not?" Yangyang replied with a smile, "During the day, I tell stories to American Father, and in the evening, Brother reads to him."

"That’s great. When Father gets better and finds out what you’ve done, he will definitely be very, very heartened," Yang Chuxia said, hugging him to her chest, and added, "When you two were little, your father would read to you. Once you got used to it and Father left for Mianyang, both of you would cry. It wasn’t until I continued reading to you that you stopped crying."

"Wow, we really were disobedient when we were little," Yangyang exclaimed, his eyes wide, "It must have been very hard for you to take care of us."

"Not hard at all. With you two treasures, all the hardship was nothing."

After a while, Yang Chuxia indeed found, just like Yangyang said, that Ye Zi’an gradually fell asleep to the sound of reading.

Looking at the sleeping man, she sighed again; he really did look like a corpse.

"Mother, you should go to sleep early too, the journey was too exhausting."

"You go to sleep first, I’ll watch a while longer."

In the end, Yang Chuxia didn’t know when she fell asleep, but when she awoke, the two children and Ye Zi’an were no longer on the bed.

She sprang out of bed and rushed out, shouting loudly, "Brother An!"

"Mother?" Startled by her shouting, Yangyang’s face frozen in the middle of making a silly face.

Yang Chuxia then realized that Ye Zi’an and the children had gotten up, and now they were sitting outside.

However, at this moment, no one noticed Ye Zi’an’s eyelashes flicker, nor did anyone know that in his mind, a sliver of consciousness still lingered, frantically evading the lethal remnants of the medications.

"Why did you get up so early?" Yang Chuxia hurried back to her room to throw on a garment before coming back out.

"Mother, it’s not early at all, it’s already midday," Yangyang declared crisply, "We were going to wake you up for lunch, but Brother said you were too tired and needed a good rest."