Yang Chuxia also felt surprised; this kid had such a good memory.
"Uncle, youāre so pretty." This was Yangyangās customary compliment.
The kid wasnāt a parrot anymore; he had started to turn into a little lady-killer.
"Uncle, hug me!" He reached out to Yang Qingtong with one hand while holding a little tiger plush in the other.
"Yangyang, uncle is tired from the journey and canāt hug you."
A mother knows her child best; she understood all too well what the kid was up to.
"Itās okay, sister, Iām not tired. Come here, Yangyang, let uncle give you a hug." Although the two bunsā appearance had changed, they had become more like their parents, and Yang Qingtong could still easily tell who was who.
However, when he picked up little Yangyang and felt a pair of small hands touching his face randomly, he finally understood why his sister didnāt let him hug Yangyang.
"Uncle, youāre so pretty." After saying this, he planted a kiss, first on the left cheek, then the right, leaving Yang Qingtongās face wet with slobber on both sides.
Yang Qingtong looked at his little nephew with a sheepish expression, meeting Yangyangās giggling eyes, and found himself speechless.
Yang Xiayun and the others were trying hard not to laugh as they watched the two stare at each other.
"Little brother, you probably donāt know, but Yangyang loves beautiful things the most, like beauties, pretty clothes, and gorgeous accessories. He loves all beautiful things, with beauties top of the list."
"Sis, is it okay for him to do this?" Yang Qingtong asked, stunned as he wiped off the saliva.
"Yes, itās fine." This was answered by Yangyang, who rushed to respond, his little red mouth puckering up to kiss Yang Qingtongās face again, only to be pushed aside by Yang Qingtongās hand.
"Yangyang, even though itās been a long time since weāve seen each other, your enthusiasm is too much for uncle to handle."
"Haha..."
The whole group was amused by Yang Qingtong.
"Yangyang, youāre being naughty again." A cheerful voice mixed with laughter came from outside the door.
Upon hearing this, Yangyang immediately scrambled down from Yang Qingtong and ran towards the door, shouting, "Handsome Dad, Handsome Dad."
Yang Qingtong thought he had misheard and even scratched his ear.
The others just rolled their eyes, their expressions showing they were accustomed to it.
Youāve been naughty again."
"Handsome Dad, Iāve been good, hug me." Once Ye Ziāan lifted him up, the previously pursed little red lips planted a kiss on Ye Ziāanās face. "Handsome Dad, uncleās here."
Ye Ziāan had heard at the office that relatives from Yangshu Village had arrived, so he hurried back after delegating his work.
"Brother-in-law!"
"Good lad, youāve grown taller." Ye Ziāan slapped Yang Qingtongās shoulder with one hand. After nearly three years, this little brother-in-law had grown into a young man.
He looked less boyish than before, but the scholarly air about him had grown stronger.
"Handsome Dad, isnāt uncle pretty?"
Yangyang, hugging his dadās neck, asked with a giggle.
At the nickname "Handsome Dad," Ye Ziāan furrowed his brows slightly but said nothing more on the matter.
"Brother-in-law, your youngest, heās really, really something else." Despite his knowledge, he couldnāt find a word to describe the boy.
"Him?" Upon hearing this, Ye Ziāan pinched his sonās face and said with disdain, "Heās a fake son."
Being called such by his dad, Yangyang laughed, his small hands occasionally touching Ye Ziāanās face.
At that moment, Yang Qingtong suddenly felt it was somewhat like his sister; some year, some month in Yangshu Village, he seemed to recall his formidable elder sister touching her husbandās face. Looking at Yangyangās expression and appearance, they were exactly the same.