Ye Ziâan was also about to leave for his post, and he wouldnât be going to the Capital City for at least five or six years, so if he didnât go, Yang Chuxia wouldnât either.
Luo Linhao was the same; his next visit would likely be for his wedding.
Just then, the deafening cries of little Yangyang burst forth from upstairs, somewhat easing the poignant atmosphere of the moment.
"My heavens, sister-in-law, the volume of little Yangyangâs voice is just too much. If he could go to the barracks in the future, there wouldnât be any need for bugles; a shout from him and all three armies would hear it,"
"Pfft..."
How could this cheeky kid exaggerate so much? Yangyangâs voice might be loud, but surely it wasnât to that extent.
Glaring at him with annoyance, she then seemed to think of something and asked, "Youâre about to return to the Capital, have you talked to Yunyun about it?"
Upon hearing this, Luo Linhaoâs mischievous face changed color, and he dashed out.
Yang Chuxia then went upstairs, holding Lele.
As she walked, she patted little Leleâs back, "Dear son, listen to how loud your little brotherâs voice is, letâs go see whatâs the matter with him. Heâs probably hungry."
Little Lele rubbed his nose, looked up at Yang Chuxia, and then blew a bubble.
"Baby, youâre just so adorable," she said, planting a kiss on him.
Lele, who was smeared with saliva, unexpectedly diverged from his usual aloof demeanor, clapped his hands, and even chuckled.
"Itâs not easy to see you smile. You should smile more in the future, son. Girls like that. Donât be like your daddy who was a covert charmer; apart from your mother here, nobody liked him,"
Downstairs, everyoneâs eyebrows shot up at her words.
Mu Shaolingâs first thought was, so was that person who fought with whatâs-her-name Xiao Jing all these years ago not liked by anyone?
Upstairs, little Yangyang was still crying, his eyes glistening with a few symbolic tears.
Seeing her come up, he pouted.
"Tsk tsk, what are you crying so loudly for? Are you hungry, or did your mother abuse you?"
Li the nanny chuckled, "The little master is hungry."
"You hold Lele, and Iâll feed him." Once they swapped babies, Yangyang immediately started rooting in her arms.
Seeing his energetic squirming, he seemed truly ravenous.
As Yang Chuxia undid her clothes, Yangyang didnât even wait for her to clean up before he began to eat.
"You really are a rascal, look at how frantic you are."
And why wouldnât he be? Not only was the child impatient, but he was also possessive about his food; while eating, one hand reached to clutch at the other breast.
Only when he was completely full and gave a contented burp did he let go. Then he tugged at the corner of his mouth, flashing a big smile.
"If you didnât cry, youâd be even more well-behaved, baby."
Now that he had stopped crying and was lying there with his big eyes wide open, grinning, he looked irresistibly cute.
"Our son is cute even when he cries!"
Unbeknownst to her, Ye Ziâan had also come upstairs.
"Tsk, I wonder who said that the child only knows how to cry and is so hopeless." That was something Ye Ziâan had said when he returned home a bit drunk one day.
"Did I say that? Impossible!" Ye Ziâan would definitely not admit it.
He thought about how well-behaved his son was, incredibly adorable.
"Here, hold him!" Seeing him approach, Yang Chuxia handed the child over.
When Yangyang realized someone else was holding him, he gave a big smile. But almost immediately, Ye Ziâan felt something wasnât right; a wet sensation spread across him, along with a foul smell.
Instantly, Ye Ziâanâs handsome face froze in dismay.