But Yangyangâs little dumpling was cheerfully pooping away, all the while giggling and straining with effort.
For a moment, Ye Ziâan was so caught off guard that he just stared back at his son, who seemed to be pushing with all his might, leaving Ye Ziâan not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"Xiaxia, Xiaxia, Yangyangâs pooped."
"Oh dear!" Yang Chuxia walked in to see the scene, which wasnât too pleasant to behold, Ye Ziâanâs white robe was definitely ruined.
"He just woke up and I hadnât put on his diaper yet, I fed him first. I was thinking of putting a diaper on him, but he couldnât wait," Yang Chuxia explained with a smile while moving to pick up the child.
"Itâs fine, I can hold him. Go get some water, and Iâll wash him off," he responded.
"But youâre all dirty, Iâll handle it, you go change your clothes first," Yang Chuxia still insisted, knowing about his slight obsession with cleanliness.
Back when he lived alone, his house was always spotlessly clean, and his clothes were always without a speck of dust.
Yang Chuxia really feared that he might find Yangyang dirty.
Ye Ziâan knew exactly what she was thinking and couldnât help but chuckle, "This is my son, how could I possibly be disgusted by my son? Get some water quickly, and after Iâve cleaned him up, Iâll change."
So, Yang Chuxia had no choice but to go get some warm water.
Ye Ziâan took off Yangyangâs pants and wiped him down before bathing him in the water. Once everything was done, he handed the clean little dumpling to Yang Chuxia and went to change his clothes.
"Our young master is really a good father," Mother Li said praising after Yang Chuxia came out, "Many men from prestigious families seldom hold their children, let alone change a diaper. Sometimes, when the kids pee or poop, they might even storm off."
Yang Chuxia was well aware of this; the men of ancient times had many peculiar customs, like âgrandfathers may hold grandchildren but not their own sons,â âgentlemen stay away from the kitchen,â and considering childrenâs urine and feces to be bad luck, to name a few.
But Brother An was not like that at all.
"Mother Li, heâs not only going to be a good father, but also a good husband," Yang Chuxia replied with a smile.
Ye Ziâan, who had just changed and entered, radiated joy upon hearing these words.
~~~~~
Meanwhile, Luo Linhao had gone to the Yang Familyâs place, and Ms. Wang didnât stop him; they were both still young, so there was no cause for concern.
Getting a smooth ride, he soon arrived at the small pavilion in the harem to see Yang Xiayun.
"Yunyun!"
"Little beauty!"
Luo Linyu instantly lowered her head, the corners of her mouth twitching.
"Little beauty, what brings you here?" Yang Xiayun, who was ten years old, spoke with the flair of an older sister, but with a bit more mischief.
Luo Linhaoâs mouth twitched, and after glancing at his sister beside him, he said, "Linyu, you go to your sister-in-lawâs place first."
Luo Linyu, always obedient, nodded in agreement.
"Little beauty, you have something to tell me?" Yang Xiayun asked with a beaming smile.
"Mhm, I came to tell you that Iâm returning to the Capital City the day after tomorrow." After saying this, Luo Linhao stared intently at the young girl, hoping she would burst into tears and then throw herself into his arms.
However, he was mistaken. The young girl was first startled, then waved her hand casually, "Then go back, no oneâs stopping you. Go back early, ha!"
"Hey, you brat, is that how eager you are for me to leave? Once I go back, we wonât see each other for years," Luo Linhao said, a bit crestfallen. This young girl who hadnât yet grown into her feathers was so insensitive.
"If we donât see each other for years, then so be it. Itâs not like itâs for a lifetime. Why are you being so fussy?"