"Pfft, as if you ever treated like a real big brother," just as Yang Xiayun finished speaking, Yang Qingrui’s voice ca from outside the door, "All these years, I haven’t seen a single letter addressed just to from you."
"Oh, and it’s not just about being alone, how many sentences in a letter are solely for ? If I were to get one, I’d laugh myself awake from sleep," he said.
Caught in the act by Yang Qingrui, Yang Xiayun’s face turned red imdiately.
But she was still very happy to see Yang Qingrui, and she threw herself at him, "Big brother, I missed you so much."
Lele and Yangyang stood aside, and upon witnessing their aunt’s vigorous display, Lele couldn’t help but click his tongue in amazent, saying, "Auntie is too enthusiastic."
After making such a remark and noticing that Yangyang ignored him, he turned his head to look and then saw Yangyang staring intently at Yang Qingrui, with a gaze that was, my goodness, like a wolf spotting a sheep.
Instantly, Lele covered his face and looked up at the sky, silently moving his small body to the side. Yang Qingtong saw this and chuckled softly.
On the other side, Yang Qingrui, who had finished greeting Ye Zi’an and Yang Chuxia, felt a burning gaze from behind, so intense it was hard for him to ignore.
When he turned around, he t Yangyang’s big watery eyes.
Yang Chuxia watched her son’s little expression and, along with Ye Zi’an, couldn’t help but curl the corners of their mouths.
"Are you Yangyang?"
"Big Uncle!" As soon as Yangyang heard Yang Qingrui addressing him, he dashed over without waiting for Yang Qingrui to squat down, climbed on him like a tree, wrapped his arms around Yang Qingrui’s neck, and planted a barrage of kisses on his cheek, then exclaid, "Big uncle, so you’re this handso too, almost as handso as my beautiful daddy."
Yang Qingrui was completely caught off guard by his enthusiasm, almost failing to hold onto the little guy.
"Yangyang, ’handso’ isn’t quite the right word to describe uncle, is it?"
"Alright, alright, you’re as handso as Uncle Qingtong, with Uncle Shaoling and my beautiful daddy being the most handso." Yangyang thought for a mont and then asked, "Uncle, are you married yet?"
Yang Qingrui raised his eyebrows, unsure why the little one was asking this, but still he answered, "No."
Upon hearing this, Lele covered his face again and cried out, "Uncle, would it matter if you said you were?"
Seeing his distraught expression, Yang Qingrui quickly called him over, putting down Yangyang and hugging him, "Tell uncle, why should I say I am?"
"Because I want to marry you!"
"Because he wants to marry you!"
The two voices, one after another, made Yang Qingrui feel awkward.
"Big uncle, since you’re not married yet, don’t rush it, wait till I grow up and I’ll marry you. I’ll make you the principal wife. Sure, Uncle Qingtong can be the second branch," Yangyang said, patting his little chest.
Yang Qingrui’s mouth twitched and he held back a response, "Never mind, you marry your little uncle instead, I won’t compete with him since I’m his older brother."
"Why? Why won’t you marry ?" Yangyang asked with a face full of sadness.
Everyone in the family burst into laughter at his antics.
That evening, the family had a hearty al together, and Yang Chuxia’s family didn’t go back to their own place but decided to stay at the Yang Family’s house.
Yang Chuxia pulled Ms. Wang aside, insisting on sleeping with her.
Ye Zi’an, kicked out of the room, drooped his head as if abandoned, and finally snuck into his son’s room to sleep.
"You just let Brother An leave like that? He didn’t seem happy, did he?" Ms. Wang was worried. Her son-in-law was a Prefect now, with an even higher position; she didn’t want her daughter to drift apart from her husband.
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