"Zhouzhou, if he dares yell at you, yell right back. We're not putting up with that."
Seeing her son fiercely demand a talk with Ye Yizhou, Qin Yunzhi anxiously rose from the sofa and called out.
Ye Yizhou turned back and nodded. "Understood."
Yan Qingdu looked back at his mother helplessly. Was he that kind of person?
"Mom, don't worry. He won't yell at me." Ye Yizhou sounded utterly certain, as though he had great faith in Yan Qingdu's character.
Yan Qingdu's expression softened a little. His husband really knew how to care for him.
Ye Yizhou offered a perfectly serious explanation. "It's like he doesn't have a mouth. He's usually so quiet. Yelling takes too much talking."
His husband certainly knew how to make him feel things. A stab through the heart, specifically.
"Well, if he lays a hand on you, you..."
"Mom, can you really not stand seeing us husbands get along?" Yan Qingdu closed his eyes and cut off the rest of Qin Yunzhi's sentence.
Qin Yunzhi awkwardly looked away and quietly sat back down on the sofa to keep scrolling on her tablet.
Ye Yizhou chuckled and let Yan Qingdu take his hand and lead him upstairs.
"Care to explain what you meant by 'worst comes to worst, we'll just divorce'?"
Yan Qingdu's tone was calm, the kind of calm before a storm, with unease filling the very air.
Yet Ye Yizhou, the "culprit," felt no pressure at all. He sat casually on the edge of the bed, smiling up at Yan Qingdu.
"Sure enough, once you've got me, you stop treasuring me. Hah. Men."
When Ye Yizhou said nothing and only smiled meaningfully, Yan Qingdu gave an irritated little huff.
Those words made Ye Yizhou's smile even brighter.
"Didn't you hear everything just now?"
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