The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"You’re training me?" Lele widened her eyes. "Really, little brother?"

"Of course!" Yangyang said. "Look at you, you’re not impressive at all. You even got captured by someone else. You should really practice martial arts, or else, it’ll be dangerous wherever you go in the future."

"That’s right!" Ye Zi’an walked in. "Father also thinks you should seriously train in martial arts. You can’t be like before, only practicing one day out of ten. And the result? Even an old lady can easily capture you. Father now seriously believes that every time you spar with Yangyang, you can still manage a few moves under Yangyang’s hand, the result must be because Yangyang’s letting you."

Yangyang covered his face with both hands and, after a while, said, "Beautiful Father, you truly have sharp eyes!"

Lele rolled her eyes at him, "I knew you couldn’t keep a secret."

"Nonsense!" Yangyang dropped his hands and said, "Father and I both think you should train in martial arts, so that’s why I said it."

Yangyang then tilted his head to look at his neck, which had a few finger marks, and asked tenderly, "Brother, does it hurt?"

"No, don’t you see the marks are shallow." Lele said, "That woman didn’t have that much strength."

"Tomorrow I definitely have to watch you practice martial arts." Yangyang said, hearing this.

Lele didn’t take his words seriously, thinking that Yangyang might forget about it.

Who knew the next morning, he was sleeping soundly on the blanket, and Yangyang’s annoying voice started.

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"Brother, wake up!"

"Brother! Lele, stinky Lele!"

"You’re up already, what are you calling me for?" Lele irritably turned over and continued to sleep, even putting the pillow over his ears.

Yangyang saw this, went forward and snatched away his pillow, then climbed onto the bed and pulled away his blanket. "Are you getting up or not? Get moving to practice martial arts, horse stance!"

"Not going!"

Lele wailed inwardly, he actually remembered, it’s killing me!

But Yangyang was particularly stubborn about this matter, seeing he wouldn’t get up, he ran to the table, picked up the teapot, "Ye Haoxuan, are you getting up or not? If not, I’m going to pour water on the bed sheets."

Lele ignored his calls and continued to sleep, but soon he felt a bit of dampness, opened his eyes and met Yangyang’s proud gaze. He was still holding the teapot, and the water inside was trickling down.

"Oh my, you’re really going for it, little brother." Lele sat up at once.

"What else?" Yangyang rolled his eyes. "I already told you to hurry up and come in, it was you who didn’t believe."

Seeing him sit up, Yangyang stopped what he was doing, then went to get the martial arts outfit he had prepared, "Hurry up and get dressed."

Lele saw his stance and knew there was no escaping today, so he resignedly went to get dressed and followed Yangyang.

He thought Yangyang was just dragging him to practice martial arts, after arriving each would train by themselves. Who knew that after they reached the training room, although Yangyang wasn’t watching him personally, he had Ye Wu keep an eye on him, and by the end of the morning, oh my, his back and knees were sore.

"Mom, is the food ready? Hurry and have the maid bring me the food, I could eat a whole cow right now." Lele leaned on the doorway and shouted inside.

"Oh, what’s happened to you?" Yang Chuxia was arranging fresh osmanthus in a vase, seeing him she came out.

"I’m about to die of exhaustion." Lele waved his hand.