The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"Dear Dad, take me out for a horse ride." After sitting in the carriage for a while, Yangyang got restless and found it too boring.

"Do you really like horse riding that much?" Ye Zi’an thought for a moment and said, "When you have your next holiday, Daddy will take you to the stables to ride horses."

"Really?" Yangyang clapped his little hands in excitement, "Adults mustn’t lie to kids, you know."

"Silly boy, since when has your dad ever lied to you?" Ye Zi’an picked him up with both hands, finding the little guy chubby and nice to hold, so he gave him a few more pinches.

Yangyang sensed something odd and immediately leapt toward Yang Chuxia, yelling, "Wow, Mom, save me! Dear Dad is being inappropriate, his eyes are like a wolf’s, he wants to eat me!"

"Pfft..." Ye Zi’an almost spit out blood, "He’s something else, practices martial arts every day yet still so chubby. They say people who practice martial arts are lean, just look at him!"

Ye Zi’an said to Yang Chuxia, "I seriously suspect he’s slacking off every day."

"That’s slander!" Yangyang wouldn’t stand for it, "You need solid evidence before you speak, otherwise it’s slander. Dear Dad, you must apologize for your inappropriate comments, you must apologize!"

"Hey," Ye Zi’an turned to Yang Chuxia, "I’ve noticed that whenever he argues with someone, his idioms just flow smoothly."

"Lord Ye!" Not letting him change the subject, Yangyang cupped his face, "Lord Ye, do your former colleagues know that you’re always changing the subject like this?"

Yang Chuxia and Ye Zi’an exchanged a glance, this kid, really!

"Lord Ye, you must apologize to me for earlier." Yangyang stared intently at him, "Unless you saw it with your own eyes, which is impossible. I get up so early every day, and you all aren’t even awake then. Even if I did slack off, you wouldn’t notice it."

"Okay, okay, Dad apologizes, Dad shouldn’t have said you were slacking off, alright?" Ye Zi’an, feeling awkward with his face being held, pulled his hands away and said.

"That’s more like it." Yangyang, with a smug expression, went to sit on the side. He glanced at Lele, who had his eyes closed, and pouted, "He’s really like a pig, sleeping as soon as he gets in the carriage, doesn’t even open his eyes with all our noise."

Just as he finished saying this, Lele opened his big, round eyes to look at him, his gaze piercing.

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"Oh my, do you have to be so sneaky and quiet? How scary!"

"Little brother who secretly talks bad about people, quickly apologize to your brother," Lele huffed, "Or I’ll kick you out of the carriage?"

After waiting a moment and hearing nothing from Yangyang, Lele opened his eyes again and said, "Little brother, stop dawdling, you dared to call me a pig just now, what you did is even more shameless than what Dad said to you earlier, hurry up."

Yangyang pouted and, after a long while, muttered, "Alright, alright, brother, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have called you a pig."

"That’s more like it." Now it was Lele’s turn to be smug.

Seeing this, Yangyang’s eyes darted mischievously, and he suddenly pounced on Lele, who was leaning to the side, completely in his embrace, "Ouch, little brother, what are you doing!"

"Haha, I’m not doing anything," Yangyang chuckled, "that’s for feigning sleep and eavesdropping on us, hmph hmph."

After huffing, he kissed Lele’s face with a smack, "A kiss on your face for pretending to sleep!"

"Oh my, Mom, please, handle him, okay?" Lele muttered, bewildered, "How cheap can his kisses be, giving them away like that?"