Su Chengyu grimaced, carefully holding little An Yiqing in his arms, fearing that the laughing child, bright and cheerful as Maitreya Buddha, would start crying once in his embrace.
For little An Yiqing, Su Chengyu was a complete stranger. As soon as the child noticed Su Chengyu’s unfamiliar face, he was ready to cry.
But Su Chengyu, generally looking quite gentle and refined, turned exceedingly ugly with that grimace on his face.
Seeing the incredibly ugly Su Chengyu, An Yiqing, who didn’t know any better, was immediately amused. He laughed even harder, his mouth wide open, his little hands reaching out, seemingly wanting to grab Su Chengyu’s face—he seemed to have forgotten the strangeness and fear that had almost driven him to tears just moments before.
An Jing never expected that Su Chengyu could look so ugly with a grimace, and she was momentarily stunned. The man was naturally as gentle and refined as jade... He was the most refined man she had ever seen... but now...
An Jing tried her best to hold back, trying not to burst into laughter. She wasn’t worried that Su Chengyu would get angry; she was more concerned he might feel self-conscious.
Also, it seemed like she had discovered a second secret of Su Chengyu’s, aside from his chatterbox tendency—ha ha~
As soon as Su Chengyu saw that little An Yiqing was not only not crying but laughing even more, he immediately patted himself on the back, excitedly saying to Xiao Changyi, "Brother Yi, look, Qinger really likes me. Look how he’s laughing—"
Xiao Changyi gave Su Chengyu a sidelong glance, cutting him off without any courtesy, "He’s laughing because you’re ugly."
"Pfft." An Jing, who had been holding back all along, couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Although his brother and sister-in-law’s behavior pierced his heart at the moment, Su Chengyu decided to be magnanimous and not hold it against Xiao Changyi and An Jing. While little An Yiqing was still laughing, he quickly handed the child back to Xiao Changyi.
As soon as he handed An Yiqing back to Xiao Changyi, Su Chengyu let out a big sigh of relief, then turned to Xiao Changyi with a gentle smile, "Brother Yi, I didn’t make Qinger cry, so I can still visit you in the future."
Xiao Changyi was placing little An Yiqing in the crib, responding indifferently, "Thanks to that ugly face of yours."
An Jing couldn’t help but snicker again, and even choked with laughter, coughing.
Seeing An Jing , Xiao Changyi immediately patted her back softly, smoothing her breath to make her feel better.
Su Chengyu: "..." He really missed the Crown Princess Consort.
Once An Jing caught her breath, she turned to Xiao Changyi with a big smile and said, "Husband, I’m fine now."
Xiao Changyi acted as if Su Chengyu didn’t exist, and, as usual, bowed his head affectionately to rub An Jing’s forehead, and she unabashedly rubbed back.
The atmosphere in the room became extremely sweet in an instant.
Su Chengyu: "..." He! Missed the Crown Princess Consort very much!
The guard and single dogs like Meng Zhuqing who were serving on the side: "..." None of us want to! We also didn’t see anything!
After Xiao Changyi and An Jing finished their first round of nuzzling, fearing they might start a second round, Su Chengyu quickly changed the subject, "Brother Yi, Sister-in-law, I just saw the cotton plants in your field, and with the season as it is, it’s rare to see so much cotton blossoming."
An Jing laughed, "Aren’t we family? If there’s anything you want to say, just say it directly; there’s no need to beat around the bush."
That’s when Su Chengyu spoke frankly, "Brother Yi and Sister-in-law, how did you manage such a high yield with your cotton? If the farmers in Xiyun could all grow such productive cotton, there would be far fewer people dying of cold."