"Hehe," seeing his face turn dark, Yang Chuxia awkwardly laughed. "What I said isnāt wrong though, think about it, outhouses are disgusting, right?"
"Wife, youāre really becoming less and less romantic." It hadnāt even been a month when Ye Ziāan said this.
Instantly, Yang Chuxia bristled, "What did you say?"
"I said I will think of you especially when Iām using the outhouse," Ye Ziāan said with a mischievous smile.
"..." Yang Chuxia felt she was at a loss for words.
"Wife?" Not hearing her speak, Ye Ziāan called out again.
"Your wife has fallen asleep."
"Pfft..." Ye Ziāan laughed, "Wife, you really are childish."
"Are you sure Iām being childish and not cute?" Yang Chuxia immediately turned to face him upon hearing this, her finger tapping on his chest.
Ye Ziāan hurriedly caught her teasing hand and held her tightly, "Wife, I want to sleep early tonight, donāt seduce me..."
With those words, Yang Chuxia really couldnāt move anymore, so she stretched out her hand, hugged him around the waist, and soon the two fell asleep in each otherās arms.
The next day, before dawn, several horses galloped northward from Yangshu Village.
This time when he left, Ye Ziāan didnāt alert the villagers; only the Yang Family knew.
He didnāt even tell Yangyang in advance, just detoured to the little guyās room to take a look at him in the morning as he was leaving.
What he didnāt know was that, after he left, the Ye Family was in an uproar.
That morning, as the mother and son were having breakfast and Yangyang didnāt see Ye Ziāan, he casually asked, "Where did Beautiful Dad go?" When Yang Chuxia said, "Your dad has gone to Shandong," the silence that followed was quickly replaced by wails and sobs.
"Wuwu..."
"Wuwu, Beautiful Dad doesnāt want me again; why didnāt he take me with him?"
Yang Chuxia was dumbfounded as she watched the kid across the table crying his eyes out, "What are you doing? Itās not like you wonāt see your dad again."
"But it will be a long time before I can see him, wuwu..." The little guy sobbed as he spoke, "Brother is gone, Beautiful Dad is gone too, baby is so sad..."
"Enough, stop crying now. Youāre a man, arenāt you? Weāre going to Shandong in a couple of months, then youāll see your dad."
"I donāt want to, I just want to cry!" The little guy, furious, stopped eating and dashed outside.
"Hey, this kid, his temper is getting worse." With Yangyang running off and Ye Ziāan not being there, Yang Chuxia also lost her appetite, so she had someone clear the dining table.
Mingcui then said, "The young masterās moods come and go quickly; heāll probably cheer up by noon."
"That kid is just impulsive."
And that was indeed the case. By noon, when Yang Chuxia saw him again, he was beaming with joy.
"Not sad anymore?" Yang Chuxia glanced at him.
"Who says Iām not sad? My sadness is all inside." The little guy took big bites of his food, paused, and then added, "And not just sad, Iām also mad at Beautiful Dad. He went to Shandong without even telling me in advance, itās like he doesnāt have me in his heart at all. He only has my sister in his heart, he definitely told her. Iāve decided, Iām going to ignore him for a whole year."
Yang Chuxia said nothing in response, just thinking to herself that this āone yearā idea would probably be forgotten the moment he saw his dad, and heād be the one who talked the most.
"Donāt doubt me, I mean what I say!" The little guy, noticing her silence and thinking she didnāt believe him, emphasized once more.