No, his approach doesnât seem like avenging his son at all, itâs more like itâs for himself.
After some thought, Yang Chuxia asked again, "What kind of in-laws did you find for her?"
Ye Ziâan snorted coldly and said, "At the south end of Mianyang Street, thereâs a blacksmith, a widower that I think is quite suitable for her. The guy isnât bad-looking, just a bit too strong. For someone like her, you need someone strong; otherwise, she canât be tamed."
"That doesnât sound right. From what youâre saying, it sounds like you found her a good family to marry into. Does this sound like revenge to you?"
"Whatâs the rush?" Ye Ziâan slowly sipped his tea before saying faintly, "That widower blacksmith loves to drink, and when heâs drunk, he loves to beat people. Itâs said that the two wives before her were beaten to death by him. That woman likes to beat people, right? Let her give it a try and see who can beat whom."
Yang Chuxia understood; it turned out that he had found her a man with a severe domestic violence issue.
"That woman wonât agree, will she?" Yang Chuxia thought for a moment before speaking. Although the woman wasnât very smart, she was selective, and Iâm afraid ordinary men wouldnât catch her eye.
"Her agreement isnât necessary, only the old widowerâs consent is needed. Besides, once the deed is done, what can she do? Her aunt is eager to marry her off as soon as possible."
"Thatâs for the best! Serves her right for being nosy." After a pause, she added, "But sheâs also quite a character."
To Yang Chuxia, the fat girl was nothing short of repulsive, especially after hearing about the things she did, a true fighter among eccentrics, even eyeing her own uncle. If it were her daughter, sheâd rather strangle her herself.
Looking at it this way, Brother An did do something good, at least it was for the betterment of her auntâs household.
"Tonight, Lele and Yangyang will sleep with us." Yangyang had been beaten during the day, and she was worried that he would get frightened and start to cry again at night.
Upon hearing that they could sleep with their parents, the two little ones looked towards Ye Ziâan in unison.
They knew very well that their father didnât like to sleep with them.
Ye Ziâan saw the hopeful eyes of the two children and eventually did not refuse, nodding his head.
Then, Yangyang said in his childish voice, "Iâm not mad at you anymore."
"Pfft..." Yang Chuxia burst into laughter, scratched her sonâs little head, and said, "Son, you really give in too easily, huh? A little thing like this, and youâre no longer angry with Daddy?"
Ye Ziâan also laughed. The boy was amusing indeed and would probably become even more interesting as he grew older.
"Alright, itâs getting late. Letâs sleep early tonight; I have to go out tomorrow."
"Okay, Iâll ask someone to bring in some water."
All throughout the night, Yang Chuxia was worried that Yangyang would be scared by the dayâs events, occasionally waking up to check on him.
It wasnât until the next day when she woke up to Yangyangâs cheerful, smiling eyes that she finally put her mind at ease.
"Are you still sleeping?"
Yangyang shook his head, then climbed out of bed, and got off the bed.
"Mom, clothes?"
Yang Chuxia asked why he was wandering around after getting off the bed. "Are you going to dress yourself? Wait for me to get your clothes."
Lele also woke up, rubbed his eyes, and on seeing that Ye Ziâan wasnât on the bed, he asked, "Whereâs Daddy?"
"Youâre awake too?" Yang Chuxia took the opportunity to fetch his clothes as well and said, "Your father left early this morning and probably wonât be back until the evening."
Ye Ziâan had long been up and gone out. It was said that today someone would be sent to prepare materials for the dike repairs. He had to lead people to check how high the dike should be repaired, and furthermore, he was also considering slightly widening the river channel before the dike repairs began.