Ye Zi’an didn’t say anything and just watched her laugh. When she finished laughing, he said coldly, "I think I could leave one day later. Seeing that my wife still has the energy to laugh , it means I didn’t serve her well last night. I feel like my dignity as a man has been deeply provoked."
Upon hearing his somewhat cold words, Yang Chuxia stopped laughing and, just stared into his eyes, pondering the truthfulness of his statement.
"I think I am. One day is enough to make my wife lose the energy to laugh at me." He even stood up as he spoke.
"Don’t, you shouldn’t." Seeing Ye Zi’an’s footsteps getting closer, Yang Chuxia hurriedly backed away, waving her hands, "Mr. Luo will be angry if you do this."
"No problem, Mr. Luo can just go to the prefecture city first and wait for me. He still has to say goodbye to his friends there anyway, which will take at least two days." As he said that, Ye Zi’an’s smile grew bigger, seemingly believing this was a good idea.
"No, don’t. My dear husband, I’m wrong, really, I shouldn’t laugh at you." Seeing Ye Zi’an appeared to be serious about staying another day, Yang Chuxia became anxious and began to apologize.
Ye Zi’an was in a good mood, and didn’t rush to leave. Placing one hand on the wall behind Yang Chuxia, he whispered, "Really realized your mistake?"
"I realized my mistake, I really did. My husband, as the head of our family, I must always defend your dignity. Really!" After saying that, she nodded seriously and approvingly.
Seeing her rare obedient behavior, Ye Zi’an was satisfied.
Lowering his head, he bit her lips and grunted, "That’s more like it. My dear wife is indeed a mischievous little demon that needs to be disciplined."
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia’s eyes widened, her heart stirred. She felt Ye Zi’an at this moment was so damn charming, she wanted to throw herself at him, but sadly, the timing wasn’t right.
It’s said that spouses share a telepathic connection. At that moment, Ye Zi’an felt his obedient wife was exceptionally different today, making him want another taste. Unfortunately, he had to leave soon. All that he had said earlier was just a joke. If he really stayed another day, Mr. Luo would likely come at him with a whip.
Feeling a bit dissatisfied, he leaned down and bit some Xiaxia’s lips again before snorting, "Wait till I return, and I’ll see how I’ll deal with you, you little demon."
After saying that, he went back to sit in front of the dressing table. Looking through the mirror, he saw Yang Chuxia still standing there blushing. He couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.
"Aren’t you coming over to comb my hair?"
Yang Chuxia was startled, then laughed softly and played along, "Yes, I’ll be right there."
At that, Ye Zi’an couldn’t maintain his aggressive tone and they both burst into laughter. They didn’t stop until Mr. Luo sent someone to urge them, then they walked downstairs hand in hand.
After having breakfast, Li Wen’s people had already prepared the carriage and loaded it with gifts.
Yang Dachuan and the others also came to see them off, as did the Yang Da’an and the others from the old mansion.
After a series of farewells, Ye Zi’an said goodbye to everyone and boarded the carriage. Just before turning around, Ruoqiu caught a glimpse of several marks on his neck, her eyes twitched and her face turned slightly red, thinking that Xiaxia was really bold.
It was the sixteenth of November and the weather in Funan was a bit chilly, but it was an auspicious day. Ye Zi’an waved to everyone from the carriage, his eyes locked unswervingly on Yang Chuxia, secretly promising ’My dear wife, I’ll be back as soon as possible.’