"Alright."
Then went to the kitchen, ordered quite a few dishes. At noon, Yangyang drank quite a bit with Ye Ziâan and the Mu family brothers until they were all drunk. Each of their wives helped their husbands back home.
Yang Chuxia fed Ye Ziâan some hangover soup and went downstairs, only to find Yangyang still lying on the couch.
"Yangyang, Yangyang?"
Called twice with no response, asked Xiuâer to fetch his servant.
"Come, help him to the back to lie down."
"Young master, let me help you."
Yang Chuxia saw that the servant was having a hard time with such a tall and hefty person, so she helped by holding his arm on the other side.
"This child, why did he drink so much too?"
"Madam, the young master is happy to drink with the old master."
"Even if heâs happy, he shouldnât drink this much." Yang Chuxia helped him outside, and suddenly, this mischievous child stopped walking.
He shouted towards the second-floor window, "Huaâen, Huaâen..."
"Where is Huaâen coming from?" Yang Chuxia was amused, "Huaâen is in the Capital City."
"Itâs Huaâen." Yangyang pushed away Yang Chuxiaâs hand, childishly shouting at her, "Mom, itâs Huaâen."
"Alright, alright, itâs Huaâen." Yang Chuxia comforted him, "Now go to your room, sleep, and then talk to Huaâen, okay?"
"No." Yangyang slapped away Yang Chuxiaâs hand again, "Huaâen is my wife, let my wife take me back."
"Pfft..." Dongyang, who came over from the front hall, couldnât help but laugh, "Looks like Iâm going to marry off my daughter."
Since the in-law spoke up, Yang Chuxia didnât hesitate, quickly said, "Brother An and I discussed last time, weâll formally propose next spring, and by winter weâll handle their marriage. Our family doesnât believe in the idea of not marrying off the first son or stopping the second son from marrying."
"Mom, let me bring my wife to help me." Yangyang was unhappy as Yang Chuxia continued talking without acknowledging him, "Itâs so annoying, sheâs my wife but wonât help me. Iâm going to be mad at her later."
"Pfft..." Yang Chuxia couldnât help but burst into laughter, joining Dongyang in the laughter.
"Why are you all laughing?" Yangyang blinked blankly, seeing nobody pay attention to him, pouted sadly, "Youâre all ignoring me, then I wonât pay attention to you either. Come on, back to the room with you, servant."
He grabbed the servant and walked quickly back, and his straight steps made Yang Chuxia wonder if he was really drunk.
"Seems like I need to discuss with Brother An to speed up the plans."
"Iâve got no objections." Dongyang waved his hand; ever since Huaâen hurt Huarongâs face, her affection for Huaâen has faded significantly.
Yang Chuxia could understand her feelings, and hoped to welcome Huaâen into the family soon, fearing she might have a hard time in the Mu family.
When Yangyang sobered up, it was already the next day, exactly Ye Ziâanâs birthday.
When he came over, everyone was talking about his drunken words, so as soon as he entered the room, he realized everyone was smiling at him.
"Whatâs going on? Why are you all staring at me like this? Your smiles are eerie."
"Second brother, I heard youâre going to marry your second sister-in-law?" Qingqing pulled the chair beside him and asked.
"Cough cough..." Yangyang almost couldnât hold back, almost sprayed his congee, "Whatâs got into you so early in the morning?"
"Tsk tsk, how is it me being funny?" Qingqing disgruntledly retorted, "Clearly, itâs you being funny."
"Get lost, how are you speaking?" Yangyang kicked him.