After entering the house and returning to the main courtyard, the family members chatted merrily for quite a while longer. Only after dinner did everyone finally disperse.
Once the noisy little guys had all left, Yang Zhengshan finally felt a measure of peace and quiet.
"Wanting used to be very quiet. How did she become so rowdy now?" Yang Zhengshan supported Yu Qingyi as they walked into the inner room.
"The little girl was probably shy around strangers before. Now that she's familiar with everyone, she's become lively!" Yu Qingyi giggled.
Yang Zhengshan helped Yu Qingyi sit down on the arhat bed, then reached out and stroked her swollen belly.
"This kid is about to come out too!"
"Mm, in another two months, he'll be out!" Yu Qingyi's brows and eyes were full of tenderness.
Seeing her like this, Yang Zhengshan could not help feeling an itch in his heart.
"Oh, right, you still haven't named that little grandson of yours!" Yu Qingyi said.
"Minghao didn't name him?" Yang Zhengshan was surprised.
Yu Qingyi smiled and said, "He said this is his eldest son, so he wanted to wait for you to come back and name him!"
Yang Zhengshan felt a bit of a headache coming on. Naming someone was a brain-racking task, especially when the Yang Family had so many grandsons, and the Yang Clan had so many people of the same generation. Thinking up a name that did not duplicate anyone else's within the clan truly was no easy matter.
Yang Zhengshan pondered hard for a long time before saying, "Chengyou!"
"Mm, it's a pretty good name!" Yu Qingyi said with a smile.
Yang Zhengshan sat beside her, and without realizing it, his large hands started moving upward.
"What are you doing!" Yu Qingyi, both embarrassed and annoyed,