The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

What? You don’t want it to be a girl anymore? How is that possible??

"Wife..." Ye Zi’an acted childishly, "Wife, it must be a girl, let’s both look forward to it."

"Sigh, it’s precisely because I see how much you’re looking forward to it that I suddenly don’t hope for a girl."

"Why?" Ye Zi’an had a confused look on his face.

Yang Chuxia spoke gloomily, "Look at how much you’re anticipating her, once the girl is born, who knows how spoiled she will be by you, and I’ll be pushed to the back." Oh, alright, she had to admit, she was jealous of their unborn daughter.

Hearing this, Ye Zi’an was stunned for a while before he hurriedly said, "Wife, rest assured, no matter how many daughters we have, you will always be the first in my heart. No one can compare! I swear!" He even raised his hand, that childish one.

"Are you sure?" Yang Chuxia hooked his chin with one hand.

"Absolutely sure!" Ye Zi’an nodded emphatically, wrapping her hand in his, and even kissed it. "My child’s mother, don’t be jealous of our daughter. Your child’s father is telling you, he will always love you the most."

"That’s more like it!" Yang Chuxia smiled brightly and wrapped her arms around his neck, getting even closer, then chuckled, "I will always love you too!"

"Wife..." In an instant, Ye Zi’an’s desire broke, "Wife, a kiss!"

Tongues entwined, starting to ignite some heat, making Ye Zi’an unable to resist the urge to strip off their clothes, his and hers.

But as passion deepened and the mood became more amorous, the rise in passion suddenly halted.

"What’s wrong?" Yang Chuxia, wrapping his neck, asked in a daze.

Ye Zi’an was breathing a bit heavily, his voice somewhat hoarse and filled with annoyance, "Wife, suddenly, I don’t want a daughter that much anymore."

"What do you mean by that?" Yang Chuxia blinked puzzlingly; she did not catch on. Why had this man changed his mind so suddenly?

Ye Zi’an hummed, "The meat is in the mouth, just as I’m about to close my lips and swallow, but..." His hand moved down, touching her still-flat belly, "but I have to consider her. Tell me, why did she come at such an inopportune time?"

"Pfft..." Yang Chuxia nearly laughed herself to death.

The yet-to-be-shaped little bun felt it tough to be a child of the Ye Family. Before its arrival, you were always yearning for it, but when it comes, you say it’s not the right time. So does it even want to come or not?

"Wife, it’s not good for you to laugh so heartily," Ye Zi’an’s voice was gloomy as he took her hand, "Wife, my manhood now depends on you."

Yang Chuxia’s laughter got stuck in her throat "..."

Seeing her on the verge of laughter, Ye Zi’an leaned in close to her ear, "Wife, are you hot? You should know all this was originally saved for you. What a pity, your daughter is too disobedient, interrupting her father’s good time. So, wife, could you lend a hand, hmm?"

(The little bun felt it was so wronged, wasn’t it you who cried and begged for me to come?)

"Wife..."

His voice was soft, seductive, and carried warmth that made her ears tickle.

Turning to meet his eyes full of anticipation, she couldn’t bear to refuse him, and her hands began to move.

Only when the room bloomed with the glory of intimacy did Ye Zi’an let out a few comfortable sighs.

"You’ve worked hard, wife! Hehe!"