CHAPTER 1747: CHAPTER 1749: I GOT UP EARLY BECAUSE I WAS EXCITED

Yang Chuxia looked back at Yangyang upon hearing that, and he was sleeping soundly, hugging his quilt.

"Yangyang, time to get up." Yang Chuxia went over and pinched his little cheek.

But he quickly hugged the quilt and turned over, going back to sleep.

"Yangyang, if you don’t get up, I won’t take you to your uncle’s house." Yang Chuxia then asked Lele, "Why did he get up so early today?"

"I don’t know." Lele shook her head.

"Yangyang, are you getting up or not? If not, I really won’t take you." Yang Chuxia shouted again, and Yangyang finally opened one eye to look over, "Mom, let me sleep for another fifteen minutes."

"..." Yang Chuxia was speechless. This kid usually doesn’t laze in bed. What happened today? "Are you feeling unwell?"

"Mom, can you please not talk? Let me sleep for just fifteen minutes, and I’ll be comfortable if you don’t talk."

Upon hearing this, Yangyang lifted his head to say a sentence and then covered himself again.

"Hey, this kid." Yang Chuxia shook her head helplessly, "Fine, you can sleep, your clothes are right here."

Luckily, this kid is punctual. He said fifteen minutes, and it was roughly fifteen minutes. By the time Yang Chuxia and the others sat at the breakfast table, he had arrived too.

Yang Chuxia was worried he might really be unwell, so she went over to feel his forehead.

"Mom, what are you doing? Beautiful Dad is watching; don’t touch me." Yangyang said with a hint of alarm, "Beautiful Dad will get jealous."

"..." Yang Chuxia rolled her eyes and pinched his little nose, "Why do you wake up so early only to go back to sleep? You might as well not get up early."

"Sigh, Mom, you know, it’s all your fault." Yangyang plopped down next to Ye Zi’an, picked up a crystal bun, and shoved it into his mouth.

"Hey, it’s not like I asked you to get up early, how is it my fault?"

After swallowing the bun a few moments later, he said, "Mom, you should be more discreet when you talk. When you mentioned to Beautiful Dad that we’re going to uncle’s house today, I heard you. And you said Aunt Dongyang is going too. I figured if Aunt Dongyang is going, then my future wife must be going too, right? Thinking I could see my future wife got me so excited that I got up early."

"Pfft..." Ye Zi’an choked on a sip of soup.

"Beautiful Dad, was it really that necessary?" Yangyang quickly and considerately patted his back, "Sigh, getting older really makes you sensitive. I just said one thing, and you choked. What will happen in the future?"

With those words, Ye Zi’an choked even more.

After a while, Ye Zi’an turned around and glared at him, "You brat, are you looking for a spanking? Who are you calling sensitive? Are you not showing any respect?"

Seeing him pretend to be slightly angry, Yangyang stopped messing around and sat down obediently, "Beautiful Dad, calm down, calm down. When a man gets angry, he’ll get wrinkles and not be beautiful. Eat your food, quickly eat."

Saying this, he noticed Ye Zi’an’s soup was running low and refilled it for him.

With that behavior, Yang Chuxia couldn’t help but secretly laugh inside.

Ye Zi’an too, do men really fear wrinkles? It’s both funny and exasperating.

After the four of them finished eating, they rested a bit before getting on a carriage to head to Prince Zhuang’s Mansion.

"Mom, aren’t you bringing your little third and little third with you?" Yangyang, seeing no siblings, asked.

But that ’little third’ phrase sounded quite peculiar to Yang Chuxia.

"Not this time, maybe next time." After getting on the carriage, Yang Chuxia added, "And no more calling your sister ’little third’."