But why does he feel something is off?
As soon as he turned his head, he met Yang Chuxiaâs deep eyes, and his heart skipped a beat. Oh no, why did he bring up the topic of sons? He hasnât even seen a hint of a daughter-in-law yet, whereâs the son coming from?
It was hard enough to divert his motherâs attention, and now it looped back.
Sure enough, Yang Chuxia asked with a forced smile, "Ye Haoxuan, may I ask where your sonâs mother is?"
"Haha, naturally sheâs at my mother-in-lawâs residence." Lele laughed and said, "Dad, Mom, I have some things to do, so Iâll be leaving now."
After saying that, he left in a whirlwind.
Yang Chuxia shouted after him, but he didnât stop.
"Youâre so impatient!" Ye Ziâan shook his head. "A young man getting married in his twenties is not too late. Why provoke him every day?"
"Heâs already seventeen. We agreed to let him find his own wife, but even searching takes time, right?" Yang Chuxia counted off her fingers, "Even if he finds someone this year, from proposing, to getting engaged, to getting married, it takes at least one or two years in between. By then, heâll be eighteen or nineteen. You calculate, is that late?"
"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. He has it figured out himself." Ye Ziâan said again, "Youâre always worrying about this and that. When he has children, will you be worrying about when his child gets married too? Itâll never end. As children grow up, we should rest properly."
Heâs already considering retiring. Initially, he thought of arranging everything for Yangyang before retiring, but it turns out Yangyang is capable and doesnât need arrangement at all.
Now once Yangyangâs status stabilizes a bit more, he can truly hand in his resignation.
Yueyue chimed in from the side, "Dad can take Mom to enjoy scenic spots and relax, preferably taking me and my brother along."
"I donât really want to visit scenic spots." Yang Chuxia shook her head. "I still want to go back to Funan."
"It wonât be long now!"
Three days later, Yang Xiayun and Luo Linhao returned to the Capital City first. Upon learning the date, Yang Chuxia had been waiting eagerly.
When the carriage stopped in front of the State Duke of Defenseâs residence, two little boys jumped off the carriage first.
Next came Yang Xiayun in a red brocade dress, but the striking thing wasnât the red dress; it was the sapphire necklace she wore.
Isnât that the size of an egg? Isnât it heavy?
"Big sis!"
Turning her head to see Yang Chuxia, Yang Xiayun sped up to hug her, "Iâve missed you!"
"Iâve missed you too, finally youâre back." Yang Chuxia examined her from top to bottom, eyes slightly moist, "Have you gained some weight?"
"Aunt, my mom hasnât just gained some weight, sheâs gained a lot." A sturdy, eight or nine-year-old boy squeezed over, and Yang Chuxia could tell from his looks that heâs a child from the Luo family.
"Hongjun, is it?"
"Aunt, itâs me!" He said, pulling over his brother, "This is my younger brother, called ugly Hong!"
"Haha..."
Everyone burst into laughter.
"Whatâs so funny? Heâs not as good-looking as me, isnât that ugly Hong then?" Luo Hongjun rubbed his forehead, not feeling thereâs anything wrong in changing his brotherâs name.
Lele pulled Yang Chuxiaâs arm and said, "Mom, see how clever he is, doesnât he remind you of Yangyang when he was little?"
"Yes, Yangyang used to talk about appearances all the time."
Yang Xiayun said helplessly, "Big sis, thereâs more similarity between them. Look in his pouch; heâs got a little mirror. I remember Yangyang used to carry a mirror often."
"He sure did." Yang Chuxia laughed.