"Brother Yanzhu?" Yangyang nodded and then shook his head, "I donât want somebody elseâs brother, I want my brother."
"Mom, when will Fourth Grandpa send brother back? I miss my brother." Yangyang pulled at her sleeve, "Mom, when can brother come back?"
"Mom misses your brother too," Yang Chuxia sighed and then said, "Letâs wait a bit longer. If he doesnât send your brother back, Mom will go get him herself."
Yangyang pleaded eagerly, "Then, Mom, go get brother earlier, I really miss him."
"Okay, Mom knows. Now go play."
"Mmm, Mom, Iâll play for a bit and then Iâll come back to keep you and sister company, huh."
After saying this, the little guy dashed outside. However, upon arriving at the Yang Familyâs place, he noticed that there were quite a few people around, so he stood behind them and listened for a moment before rushing back home.
"Mom, Mom..."
"Why have you come back?" Seeing that Yangyangâs forehead was covered in sweat, Yang Chuxia quickly beckoned him over and wiped his brow with a handkerchief, "You, why canât you walk slowly? You always have to run."
"Mom, donât scold me, I was rushing back home to give you and Dad a message," Yangyang looked around the room and asked, "Whereâs Pretty Dad?"
"Your dad is in the study, checking your calligraphy."
"Ah? Doesnât Pretty Dad always check my homework at night? Why is he doing it so early today?" Upon hearing that his dad was going to check his homework, more sweat beaded on his forehead.
"I check whenever I want to check," Ye Ziâan was coming down the stairs, "Who says I must check it at night?"
"Hehe, whatever Pretty Dad says is right, is right." Seeing him come down, Yangyang hurried over, first squeezing Ye Ziâanâs arms, then pounding on his legs, "Pretty Dad, youâve worked hard checking my homework. Let your son give you a leg massage, huh."
"Hehe..." Ye Ziâan laughed, "Son, I check homework with my hands and brain, why are you massaging my legs? Thatâs not how one should offer flattery."
"Is that so?" Yangyang stopped his hand, thought for a moment, and then said, "But Pretty Dad, you need to go upstairs to the study, and you use your legs for that, right? Climbing stairs is tiring, I better keep massaging."
"Enough, stop massaging," Ye Ziâan couldnât stand his little brown-noser act, "No matter how much you massage my legs, it wonât help with your studies. Iâve just set some more tasks for you, they are on the desk, go up and youâll see them."
After finishing his talk, Ye Ziâan waved his hand, "Stop disturbing your mother and me having some alone time."
"Ah????" Yangyang shrieked, "Mom, if I had known, I wouldnât have come back to report to you."
"Right, you were saying you had some news to report?" Yang Chuxia suddenly remembered.
Upon hearing this, Yangyang hurried to Yang Chuxiaâs side, "Mom, I have to tell you, can you discuss with Pretty Dad to let me go do my tasks later?"
"Hey, you even know how to negotiate now!" Yang Chuxia laughed, tapping his little forehead, "If you wonât tell me, I wonât want to listen anymore. I can just go to your grandmaâs house and find out for myself."
"Oh, Mom, Iâll tell, Iâll tell." Yangyang giggled, "I saw lots of people at Grandmaâs house, and there was a bride there too."
"What bride? Since when is there a bride at your grandmaâs house?"
"Really, Mom, I saw her dressed in a bright red outfit, with red flowers in her hair, just like when Sister Ming Liu got married."