Ye Zi’an was also about to leave for his post, and he wouldn’t be going to the Capital City for at least five or six years, so if he didn’t go, Yang Chuxia wouldn’t either.
Luo Linhao was the sa; his next visit would likely be for his wedding.
Just then, the deafening cries of little Yangyang burst forth from upstairs, sowhat easing the poignant atmosphere of the mont.
"My heavens, sister-in-law, the volu of little Yangyang’s voice is just too much. If he could go to the barracks in the future, there wouldn’t be any need for bugles; a shout from him and all three armies would hear it,"
"Pfft..."
How could this cheeky kid exaggerate so much? Yangyang’s voice might be loud, but surely it wasn’t to that extent.
Glaring at him with annoyance, she then seed to think of sothing and asked, "You’re about to return to the Capital, have you talked to Yunyun about it?"
Upon hearing this, Luo Linhao’s mischievous face changed color, and he dashed out.
Yang Chuxia then went upstairs, holding Lele.
As she walked, she patted little Lele’s back, "Dear son, listen to how loud your little brother’s voice is, let’s go see what’s the matter with him. He’s probably hungry."
Little Lele rubbed his nose, looked up at Yang Chuxia, and then blew a bubble.
"Baby, you’re just so adorable," she said, planting a kiss on him.
Lele, who was sared with saliva, unexpectedly diverged from his usual aloof deanor, clapped his hands, and even chuckled.
"It’s not easy to see you smile. You should smile more in the future, son. Girls like that. Don’t be like your daddy who was a covert charr; apart from your mother here, nobody liked him,"
Downstairs, everyone’s eyebrows shot up at her words.
Mu Shaoling’s first thought was, so was that person who fought with what’s-her-na Xiao Jing all these years ago not liked by anyone?
Upstairs, little Yangyang was still crying, his eyes glistening with a few symbolic tears.
Seeing her co up, he pouted.
"Tsk tsk, what are you crying so loudly for? Are you hungry, or did your mother abuse you?"
Li the nanny chuckled, "The little master is hungry."
"You hold Lele, and I’ll feed him." Once they swapped babies, Yangyang imdiately started rooting in her arms.
Seeing his energetic squirming, he seed truly ravenous.
As Yang Chuxia undid her clothes, Yangyang didn’t even wait for her to clean up before he began to eat.
"You really are a rascal, look at how frantic you are."
And why wouldn’t he be? Not only was the child impatient, but he was also possessive about his food; while eating, one hand reached to clutch at the other breast.
Only when he was completely full and gave a contented burp did he let go. Then he tugged at the corner of his mouth, flashing a big smile.
"If you didn’t cry, you’d be even more well-behaved, baby."
Now that he had stopped crying and was lying there with his big eyes wide open, grinning, he looked irresistibly cute.
"Our son is cute even when he cries!"
Unbeknownst to her, Ye Zi’an had also co upstairs.
"Tsk, I wonder who said that the child only knows how to cry and is so hopeless." That was sothing Ye Zi’an had said when he returned ho a bit drunk one day.
"Did I say that? Impossible!" Ye Zi’an would definitely not admit it.
He thought about how well-behaved his son was, incredibly adorable.
"Here, hold him!" Seeing him approach, Yang Chuxia handed the child over.
When Yangyang realized soone else was holding him, he gave a big smile. But almost imdiately, Ye Zi’an felt sothing wasn’t right; a wet sensation spread across him, along with a foul sll.
Instantly, Ye Zi’an’s handso face froze in dismay.
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