"No need, I can do it myself."
"No way. How can I let my wife do such rough work herself?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia grabbed her clothes and said, "Donāt be so sweet-talking. People who donāt know would think Iām useless and canāt even get dressed."
"Thatās different. Helping my wife get dressed is a romantic gesture."
Yang Chuxia looked at him again and found that he was still smiling. She didnāt know if it was her illusion, but she felt that he had somehow gained an additional unique charm that belonged to men.
She wondered in her heart, āDid I not pay attention to it before?ā
"No, Iāll do it myself." She thought for a moment and said, "Right, you can help me comb my hair. Didnāt you want to do my hair yesterday?"
"Sure!"
After she put on her clothes, Ye Ziāan seated her in front of the dressing table and asked her, "What hairstyle do you like?"
"Do you know many?" Yang Chuxia looked at him in surprise.
Ye Ziāan was a little embarrassed and hesitated before replying, "I only know two."
"Which two?"
"One is a bridal hairstyle, the other is a casual one called āfallen horse bunā." He then added, "Next time, Iāll learn a few more from Chen Sheng so I can help my wife with different hairstyles."
Yang Chuxia smiled, "Just do the fallen horse bun then, no need to learn more. You can occasionally help me, we have people at home to help me with my hair. Your hands are meant for holding a writing brush. If Mr. Luo finds out youāre spending your days doing my hair and makeup, heāll be mad."
"Whatās the big deal?" Ye Ziāan said nonchalantly, "I like doing these things for my wife."
Then he picked up the comb and began styling her hair. Although he wasnāt very skilled, he still seemed better than her. Once he finished her hair, he also did her makeup, which was lighter than yesterdayās but added some allure to her appearance.
When everything was done, Ye Ziāan went out for a while. Then, Xiuāer brought in a food box and placed it in the outer room upstairs.
He didnāt even need her assistance. After setting the table, Ye Ziāan waved her away. He then poured porridge into a bowl and took a spoon, looking quite impressive.
When the spoon reached her, Yang Chuxiaās eyes widened in surprise, "Are you serious? Youāre going to feed me?"
"Hmm?" Ye Ziāan raised his eyebrows and looked at her as if there were no problems with his plan.
After she finished eating, Yang Chuxia leaned back and muttered, "Iām done for. If you keep pampering me like this, Iāll be useless in less than ten days."
"Nonsense!" He gently scolded her and then continued, "Itās natural to spoil my wife, even if you become useless, as long as I am not, youāll be taken care of."
"Tsk tsk!" Yang Chuxia shook her head and teased, "Our little Anzi is really something, just listen to all that sweet talk."
Ye Ziāan looked serious and said, "You should call me āhusbandā!"
"Pfft..." Yang Chuxia laughed and saw him still staring at her, seeming very determined to have her change her address. So she complied, "Husband!"
She never knew that Ye Ziāan could be so happy when she addressed him. Just saying āhusbandā made him laugh heartily.
After some more playful banter, the couple walked downstairs together, hand in hand. When they reached the first floor, they found that Mu Shaoling and his group were drinking tea there.
When she came down, Mu Shaoling raised his eyebrows and said, "Tsk, itās already past 11 a.m. to 1 p.m."
"What? Do you have a problem with that?" Before Yang Chuxia could speak, Ye Ziāan was already staring at him.