One hundred dragonflies? After Yang Chuxia left, Ye Zi’an felt a secret bitterness in his heart. One hundred dragonflies would take several hours! He glanced at the smug grins on the faces of his future younger brothers-in-law and sisters-in-law and sighed. He was losing something and still not getting any appreciation. Indeed, younger brothers-in-law could always be counted on to take advantage of people.
But what could he do? He had to fold the dragonflies, so Ye Zi’an quietly returned home. No, he quickly walked back home.
His small desolate figure made Yang Qingrui feel a tiny bit guilty, so he called out to Brother-in-law Zi’an and followed him.
"Brother-in-law, teach me how to fold the dragonflies, and I’ll help you together?"
"Call me ’older brother’ instead of ’brother-in-law’ so you don’t upset your sister." Ye Zi’an coldly snorted and added, "Is your sister a fool? Can the ones you fold be the same as the ones I fold?"
"But a hundred will take a long time." Yang Qingrui wailed.
Ye Zi’an coldly looked at him again, thinking, I’m the one who has to fold them, why are you howling?
Once back home, Ye Zi’an didn’t even bother with the Yang Qingrui following him. He picked up the grass he’d brought back from the river and began weaving.
He sat weaving all day long, until nightfall when Yang Chuxia realized she hadn’t seen Ye Zi’an all day.
"Where is your Brother Zi’an?" Yang Chuxia asked Yang Qingrui.
"Well, someone ordered Brother Ye Zi’an to fold a hundred dragonflies, so he wouldn’t dare make you mad," Yang Qingrui retorted sarcastically.
"Shut up!" After glaring at Yang Qingrui, Yang Chuxia put the food Ms. Wang had prepared into a food box and went out with it.
When she arrived at Ye Zi’an’s house, he was no longer weaving dragonflies but sitting at the table with a faint smile, paper and pen in hand.
Yang Chuxia gently pushed open the door, put down the food box, and noticed a basket of woven dragonflies. She picked one up and found it quite lifelike.
Seeing Ye Zi’an still focused on the table, Yang Chuxia walked behind him.
As she expected, he was still drawing her. However, when she saw the scene in the painting, her face turned red immediately.
That’s right, even thick-skinned Yang Chuxia could blush.
Finally, after Ye Zi’an put down the last stroke, Yang Chuxia pursed her lips, "Brother An, you’re really coy. You were blushing when that actually happened, but now you’re painting it to relive the moment."
Hearing her voice, Ye Zi’an turned his head, eyebrows slightly raised.
Ye Zi’an’s painting depicted the scene where Yang Chuxia had excitedly kissed Ye Zi’an’s face after finding Chinese aconite in the forest. His painting skills were truly excellent, comparable to those of the grand masters of traditional Chinese painting.
Looking at the lifelike image, she couldn’t help but feel shy now.
"Xiaxia, I’ve finished folding the dragonflies, all one hundred of them," Ye Zi’an said suddenly, seeing her still staring at the painting.
"Humph, you’re fast. I thought it would take you all night. Not bad."
"I finished so quickly, Xiaxia, do I get a reward?" Ye Zi’an asked again.
"Reward?" Hearing this, Yang Chuxia’s eyes moved from the painting to Ye Zi’an. She noticed his cheek was slightly red but his gaze was burning.
Seeing his peach blossom-like expression, Yang Chuxia suddenly realized he really was a sly one.
However, she still satisfied Brother An’s little request, and with a smack, she kissed Ye Zi’an’s handsome face once more. Ye Zi’an secretly lamented in his heart, why didn’t she kiss his lips?