"I believe that as long as I open my heart to accept her, love her, and give her reassurance, knowing that my body and mind, Mu Zichuan, completely belong to her alone, she will definitely not be so petty."

"Speaking of this, I can't help but use Feng Tang as an analogy again," Mu Zichuan smiled and continued.

"Qing'er, you also have a very arrogant and stubborn temper. If Feng Tang were the kind of man who likes to flirt with women, I believe you wouldn't be as peaceful and open-minded as you are now."

"But Fengtang is not. Fengtang is only good to you, and you know that he is only good to you, so you are safe, and naturally you won't be like that hedgehog with his needle-like hair standing up all the time."

"So, the key to whether a woman is a shrew or a jealous woman lies in the man beside her. Do you think what I said is right?" Mu Zichuan asked.

But he found Yang Ruoqing looking straight at him, a little dumbfounded for a moment.

He raised his hand and patted her shoulder gently, his eyes soft, not related to the relationship between men and women, only the intimacy between brother and sister.

"Think it over carefully, I'll leave first."

By the time Yang Ruoqing came to her senses, Muzichuan's figure was already walking across the pond.

"How come this guy, after more than a month of retreat, feels like he has an epiphany in terms of emotions?"

Yang Ruoqing was really surprised.

"In the past, he never talked about this at all, but today, he actually said so much, and analyzed the subtle emotions between men and women so thoroughly, and understood every word."

"Saint Love, Saint Love!"

"Then according to what he said, as long as Liu Doukou is willing to wait for these three years, after three years, no matter what kind of character Liu Doukou is, he will accept her, pamper her to the heavens, and give her all the best?"

"Okay, Miss Liu Doukou, I hope you can take care of yourself, seek blessings for yourself, and pass Mu Zichuan's test!"

In the middle of the month, Chen'er came back.

The day Chen'er came back, the warm winter sun was shining warmly above her head, and the yard was covered with clothes and shoes.

The walls of the courtyard are also covered with quilts of various sizes.

Cao Bamei, Ping'er, Xiaoqin, and Xiaohua all brought their children to the yard of Yang Ruoqing's house to bask in the sun and do needlework.

They gathered together to chat while the children played nearby.

When the carriage stopped at the door, a clear shout came into the yard.

"mother!"

The sole of the shoe in Yang Ruoqing's hand suddenly fell off, and she stood up and walked towards the door of the yard.

At first it was a normal pace, then it sped up, then it was a trot, and finally it was a sprint.

Outside the yard, Chen'er led a horse and just walked down the road. Behind him was a coachman, who was driving a carriage.

"Chen'er!"

Yang Ruoqing called out, extremely happy.

Chen'er's eyes were also shining, and she threw the reins to the driver behind her and strode to Yang Ruoqing.

"My son kowtows to his mother!"

He took a step back, lifted up his robe, knelt down, and kowtowed to Yang Ruoqing with his hands on the ground.

Yang Ruoqing hurriedly supported him, "Silly son, the ground is so hard here. Not only will your clothes be stained, but you will bruise your forehead later, what will you do? Get up, get up."

Chen'er did not get up, but looked up at Yang Ruoqing and said, "My son has been studying away from home all year long and cannot accompany his mother to fulfill his filial piety. If he rings his head these three times, he will kowtow, otherwise he will not get up."

Yang Ruoqing was stunned. Is this child's stubborn temper like her or Tang Yazi?

Cao Bamei and Xiaohua also came out. Everyone watched Chen'er politely kowtow to Yang Ruoqing three times on the ground before getting up.

Everyone praised Chen'er for being sensible and a good and filial child.

Here, after watching Chen'er kowtow his head, Yang Ruoqing quickly pulled him up, stretched out her hand to gently rub the red mark on his forehead, and couldn't help but scold him.

"You kid, why are you so stubborn? Between mother and son, there is no need for those false moves. You will bruise your forehead later, but how can you fix it!"

Although the words were scolding, the tone of his voice and the brows in his eyes all revealed love and joy.

Chen'er raised her head and looked at Yang Ruoqing, grinning.

"Come here, let me take a good look at you." Yang Ruoqing said, holding his shoulders, looking at him from top to bottom, from left to right, from front to back, and then said with a smile: "He has grown taller, but

I’ve also lost weight.”

When the first month left, Chen'er's head probably reached Yang Ruoqing's chest.

When she came back at the end of this year, the top of his head had reached her chin.

You know, she is 1.65 meters tall, which is a relatively outstanding height among women.

Nine-year-old Chen'er is almost half a head taller than other children of the same age. Even if he stood with his two cousins, Dabai and Xiaohei, who were more than a year older than him, Chen'er would probably look even taller.

Higher.

"Mom, I'm not thin, it's just the clothes that make me look thin. If you pinch my arm, it's all flesh!"

Chen'er said, taking Yang Ruoqing's hand and placing it on his arm.

Yang Ruoqing took advantage of the situation and squeezed it. Not to mention, it was really a bit strong.

"Have you lost your martial arts skills?" she asked.

Chen'er nodded: "Of course, I haven't missed a day."

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "That's good. Studying is important, but the body is even more important. Practicing martial arts will strengthen your body and protect yourself outside!"

Chen'er nodded seriously: "My son will remember my mother's teachings and will not forget them for a moment."

"Be good!" Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and rubbed Chen'er's head, "Come over here, your aunts and Aunt Ping'er are all here!"

Yang Ruoqing pulled Chen'er to Cao Bamei and Xiaohua. Chen'er took the initiative to say hello to each of them without her reminding them at all.

The demeanor in his words and deeds made him look like a well-educated young boy, especially his facial features, which gave him extra points and made the elders, especially the female elders, like him and feel sorry for him at the first sight.

Everyone praised Chen'er a lot, and then they all wisely left first, leaving space for the mother and son, who had been separated for a long time, and they would come back later.

"Mom, why are you alone at home? Where are my grandfather and grandma?" Chen'er looked at the main room and couldn't help but ask.

Yang Ruoqing poured a bowl of tea for Chen'er, "Here, drink some tea first."

Chen'er took it and drank a few sips, and Yang Ruoqing said: "Your grandparents went to your aunt's house in Zhoujia Village to visit relatives. Your grandma is worshiping Buddha in the small Buddhist hall in the backyard. Your sister is going to school.

"

"Where's your Aunt Xiaoyu? She went to do her business. She hasn't been at home recently."
Chapter completed!