"So, what are you going to do?"
Yang Chuxia sneered wickedly, "Continue to take you down." As she said this, she struggled to free her hand from Ye Zi’an and continued to reach down.
"Haha, if my wife wants to take me down, I can’t refuse." Ye Zi’an pulled himself together, cleared his throat, and said, "Come on!"
With that, he closed his eyes, looking as though he was giving her free rein.
Yang Chuxia was dumbfounded!
After a while, when she didn’t make a move, Ye Zi’an opened his eyes and smirked, "So, turns out even my wife can be shy." He paused, then continued, "Something is too physically demanding; you should leave it to me."
Without waiting for Yang Chuxia’s reaction, he kissed her deeply, and his hands began to wander.
Then, Yang Chuxia felt something hot pressing against her, thinking, damn, Brother An is turning into a horny demon.
A moment later, Ye Zi’an murmured, "Ah, what a pity."
Ye Zi’an shook his head in frustration, "It’s a pity we still have to wait two more years."
"Pfft..." Yang Chuxia laughed, "Young man, be satisfied!"
The sound of the suona flute and trumpets drifted from the village, a new round of singing and dancing began, it was the day of Yang Ruoqiu’s wedding.
"Xiaxia, are you ready yet?"
"Your Aunt Wang just sent Qingbao over to call you."
"I know, isn’t that why I’m ready now?" Yang Chuxia emerged from the house, excited in a light purple floral dress, her hair tied with a matching ribbon adorned with pearl flowers. This was a gift that Ye Zi’an had brought back for her from the prefecture.
As she was attending Yang Ruoqiu’s wedding today, she wore this new outfit.
It’s undeniable that everything Brother An bought for her was a perfect fit, and she loved it. She also noticed that, as he had told her, he seemed to have taken over all the matters to the point where most of the jewelry and clothing in her box were bought by Ye Zi’an. She had a feeling that a significant portion of the profits they had been dividing up over time, were being spent on these things.
"Miss, you look stunning today!"
As soon as Yang Chuxia walked out of the house, Xiu’er said.
Ms. Wang heard and looked over, finding that the color of the dress really did make her daughter’s face look fair and tender.
"Indeed, it’s beautiful! But be careful when you wear it. There are a lot of people today. Don’t let it get stained."
"Alright, I know." Yang Chuxia nodded, "Are you going to the old house now, mother?"
"Yes, aren’t we waiting for you?" Ms. Wang replied, "Brother An was asked by Chen Sheng to help with the bridegroom’s procession."
With that, the mother, daughter, and maids made their way to the old house.
Upon arriving, they found it bustling with activity. Due to a lack of space in the courtyard for tables, they had to set up tents outside with cooking equipment also set up outside.
The cooks were hired from the nearby town, using a long stove rather than a temporary one, resembling a huge horizontal chimney with a fire at one end that could heat the entire length.
Ms. Luo, the Land Officer’s wife, and several other older women from Yang Chuxia’s family were helping with washing and cutting the vegetables outside.
When Ms. Luo saw Yang Chuxia and her mother approaching with their maids, she pursed her lips but remembered the warning Old Man Yang had given her and kept quiet. It wasn’t that she was afraid of Old Yang; she only feared he might actually kick them out. However, for people like Ms. Luo, they were like mice—fearful for a while, but soon forgetting the warnings and dismissing them as mere whispers.