The snow outside the window fell ever heavier, and the vast, rolling Changqing Mountain had already draped itself in silver.
This was the first snow of the year, and also the heaviest snowfall Yang Zhengshan had ever seen.
It snowed for two days and one night, only stopping on the morning of the third day.
In the courtyard, Yang Mingcheng and his two brothers, along with Lin Zhan, cleared snow from the yard and rooftops. The two little ones, Yang Chengye and Yang Chengmou, frolicked and played in the snow like unleashed puppies.
Standing in the main hall, Yang Zhengshan watched the busy, boisterous scene in the courtyard, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
This family did not seem so bad after all.
"Father!"
A figure bundled into a ball appeared at the courtyard gate and called out to Yang Zhengshan.
"Jiang He! What are you doing here?" Yang Zhengshan asked as he looked at the face beneath the fur cap.
Jiang He entered the main hall, took off his fur cap, and grinned foolishly. "I was worried about Yunyan!"
"She's with me. What is there to worry about?" Yang Zhengshan shot this bargain son-in-law a sidelong look.
Jiang He only continued to smile stupidly. Whether from the cold or embarrassment, a flush had actually spread across his face.
From time to time, he also glanced toward the west wing, searching for Yang Yunyan's figure.
Seeing him like this, Yang Zhengshan began grumbling inwardly.
Couldn't you at least restrain yourself a little? Your father-in-law is still right here.
Even if you miss your wife, you should talk to your father-in-law first.
Yang Zhengshan felt as though a mouthful of dog food had been stuffed into his mouth. Eat it or not, he had no choice but to swallow it.