Chapter 1233: Chapter 1235: Let’s Have a World of Just the Two of Us_1
"No good, no good!"
"Even if it’s no good, it has to be," Ye Zi’an hummed, "You behave and stay at home, and if Daddy is in a good mood, I will take you out to play tomorrow. If you don’t behave, hehe, forget about going out."
In his heart, he thought, I’ll manage you, you little brat.
"I want to go out, I want to go out!"
At this moment, Yangyang only knew that his mom and dad were going out to have fun, and he refused to stay at home; he insisted on following them.
Ye Zi’an ignored him and gave Yang Chuxia a glance, "Are you packed? Just hand over the things to Mingcui to put away in the room."
As soon as Mingcui took the stuff, he stepped forward to pull Yang Chuxia along and said to Ming Liu, "This little one is in your charge. Take him to find Lele."
Humph, you insist on following? I’m deliberately not letting you.
At first, Yangyang didn’t catch on, but once his parents had walked ahead, it dawned on him that his father was truly not taking him, and he immediately burst into loud crying.
Hearing his cries, Yang Chuxia tugged at Ye Zi’an, "Where are you planning to take me? Our son is crying; maybe we should just take him along."
But Ye Zi’an remained unmoved. Once they were in the carriage, he said, "What does it matter if a boy cries a few times? We’re not taking him. It wasn’t easy to find some time alone together, just the two of us. Why bring him along to cause a fuss?"
"Now that you mention it, I kind of want to play the cruel stepmother," she mused. Ever since she and Brother An got married, they hadn’t really spent much time alone. It had always been a case of brief encounters and long separations. And when they finally did get time together, the two little ’buns’ were always there with them.
"Every time those two little brats are with us, it’s impossible to deepen our bond." Unbeknownst to Yangyang, still faking cries at home, he had already become utterly unwelcome by his own father.
At those words, Yang Chuxia chuckled with pursed lips.
Ye Zi’an had taken her to a place not far from Lin’an Temple, likely at the foothills behind the Lin’an Temple itself; a spot he had found the last time he went to check on the nearby fields.
"Isn’t this place serene?" Letting the carriage stop in front of Lin’an Temple, Ye Zi’an led Yang Chuxia on foot.
A stream, a secluded valley, and despite it being only February, flowers were already blooming on the hills.
"This place is so quiet, it lets you forget your worries." He paused, then added, "I think it’s suitable for an outing. You should have reminded me; had I known, I would have brought some ingredients here for a barbecue."
"Let’s not bother with that today," Ye Zi’an stepped forward and said, "When the weather gets warmer in a few days, we’ll bring our son. Then we can bring the ingredients and enjoy a barbecue."
"My lady, come up, I’ll carry you. The scenery ahead is even better than here."
"I can walk on my own. There’s no need to carry me."
"Hurry up, can’t I carry you if I want to?"
Seeing the man in front of her bending over persistently, she suddenly recalled the year when he had just recovered from a leg injury, and had carried her around the village for several rounds, which had been gossip fodder for quite some time.
People always say that a true man maintains his strength and does not bow easily; he does not kneel casually and keeps his spine straight, kneeling and bending only to heaven, earth, and his sovereign.
Yet this man, her beloved husband, was willing to abandon all decorum for her sake, without a care in the world.
Seeing that she didn’t move, Ye Zi’an looked back and, to his alarm, saw her eyes misting over.
"My lady, Xiaxia, please don’t cry," he pleaded.
This was trouble; faced with his lady’s tears, he felt helpless, not knowing where to put his hands and feet. "My lady, Xiaxia..."