As for the matter of Shen Qiu and Uncle Dayong, Yang Chuxia had sent soone to inquire about it and heard that Shen Qiu had changed a lot compared to before. She didn’t know if it was an act, but since there was still a long ti before Land Officer’s wife finished her mourning, things could change before the deadline, so she did not ask any further at that ti.
Her parents back ho, Land Officer Yang, were both still in good health, and the business of the shop remained stable.
The cooperation with the Mu Family was also ongoing smoothly, and the once worriso Fancy Red Pavilion had now shifted its focus to Mianyang, thoroughly easing her concerns about Yangshu Village.
Yang Qingtong spent the New Year in Mianyang, and those who delivered the New Year’s goods were planning to head back after the fifth day of the New Year.
At this ti, Yang Qingtong ca to her, "Sister, I am not returning to the village for the ti being; I want to stay with brother-in-law to observe and learn more."
"It’s alright if you don’t go back, as long as dad and mom agree. But as for staying with your brother-in-law, you should ask him—he’s just arrived."
Ye Zi’an was tugging at Yangyang, the little guy who had just co in from outside when he heard this conversation.
"Ask what?"
"Brother-in-law, I want to stay in Mianyang and follow you for a while. I’ll go back to the academy in the fall." The kid said this and, fearing that Ye Zi’an would disagree, snuggled up to him, tugging at Ye Zi’an’s sleeve.
This caused Yangyang to pull on his sleeve as well, shouting loudly, "This is my handso dad, my handso dad, don’t be all sappy."
Facing his nephew’s childishly innocent words, Yang Qingtong felt as if he had been struck by lightning. Was he being sappy? Was he really being sappy? Glancing at his own hand holding his brother-in-law’s sleeve, he imdiately threw it away.
"You can stay if you want; it just so happens I am now in charge of two counties and travel back and forth every month, so I can’t accompany your sister. You can follow for a while, and once you’re familiar with the affairs of the office, you can go to Fushui County to help handle so simple official duties."
"Thank you, brother-in-law!"
Yang Qingtong, hearing Ye Zi’an’s agreent, hurriedly expressed his thanks, not realizing that he had been led into a trap. His brother-in-law clearly wanted to turn him into a helper, and yet the kid hadn’t grasped this yet.
Ye Zi’an observed his wide happy smile, his eyebrows arching slightly.
"Uncle, this is my handso dad!" Yangyang, recalling his own words, and noticing that his uncle had yet to respond, tugged at Yang Qingtong’s sleeve and repeated himself.
Yang Qingtong rolled his eyes in response, "Yes, yes, your handso dad, as if anyone else’s dad isn’t handso."
"Little brother, it seems like our dad isn’t exactly handso!" Yang Xia Yun, who had been silent all this while, threw in a remark.
Yang Dachuan’s features weren’t ugly, but compared to Ye Zi’an’s type of handsoness, they were certainly too different to compare.
Yang Qingtong just chuckled at his sister’s ribbing, "You should learn from Luo Linyu. Look how ladylike she is, never saying what shouldn’t be said, never responding to what shouldn’t be responded to. Unlike you—must have eaten too many chicken butts; you’re too quick to respond."
Yang Xia Yun, having been teased, imdiately glared with wide eyes.
And Luo Linyu, who was brought up in the conversation, unexpectedly blushed with embarrassnt.
Yang Chuxia watched from the side and slightly furrowed her brows.
"Auntie eats too many chicken butts," Yangyang repeated after picking up the phrase.
"You little rascal, what do you know? Why don’t you learn from Lele? Look how much he loves to study," Yang Xia Yun ca over to pinch his face, intending to pick him up, but he wriggled free, "I don’t want you to hold , I want my handso dad."
Yang Chuxia, hearing him constantly calling out ’handso dad’, was getting numb ears, yet the kid showed no willingness to stop.
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