The Divine Doctor And A Common Farmer-Chapter 1741 - 1828: In the Heat of Quarrel

Dong Huiying felt a mix of amusement and exasperation; Shujun was really a bundle of energy. Even though they had seen each other just last night, and it hadn’t been long since their last meeting, he was claiming he missed her so much?

She laughed and gently pushed Shujun away. "Alright, I just woke up. You two let me get up; I need to wash up."

After saying that, Dong Huiying was about to get up when she saw Lao Si, Liang Haoming, who climbed into the carriage a step slower than Shujun. He looked at her with an innocent gaze, but somehow that little look revealed a sense of grievance?

Dong Huiying was momentarily confused, but then she glanced behind at Shu Yu and in front at Shujun. These brothers had just surrounded her from both sides.

She suddenly burst out laughing, seemingly understanding Haoming’s intention, so she crawled over to Haoming and gave him a big hug.

A man who had been sulking in gloomy grievance instantly melted like snow in spring sunshine when touched by her embrace. His brows slightly rose, and even the corners of his lips formed a subtle smile. It was evident he was happy, and his entire presence brightened up immediately.

Dong Huiying laughed again; her Haoming was just so amusing. Even though they were an old married couple, familiar with each other like they were with themselves, sometimes when interacting with these men, she would feel as though it was a youthful, tender first love that stirred her heart.

Perhaps it was because their love wasn’t as she once imagined it would gradually become plain, but instead was fresh, within the freshness period?

As Dong Huiying hugged Haoming, the man’s large hands also tightly encircled her slender waist. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

When Dong Huiying withdrew from Haoming’s embrace, the curtain of the carriage was once again lifted. This time, the person entering was Yixuan, carrying some toiletries in his hands.

He looked teasingly at his brothers, who had filled the carriage. "So lively so early in the morning; seems everyone’s in good spirits and full of energy?"

The third brother, Shujun, was quite proud. He snorted lightly in Yixuan’s direction. "I think Little Liu, you’re too unenergetic, living like an elderly person all day, having already started the lifestyle of a seventy or eighty-year-old."

Yixuan chuckled lightly. "After all, that’s my nature, unlike Third Brother who never loses his childlike heart. Moreover, I find nothing wrong with myself; I think this is called being stable and mature."

Shujun raised his eyebrows slightly. "So in other words, I’m not mature enough??"

Yixuan feigned a look of surprise. "What? Third Brother, don’t take this personally. But... since you’ve said so, maybe it’s because deep down, you think you’re not mature enough?"

"You—!! Liang Xiaoliu, don’t think that just because you’re my brother, I won’t hit you!!"

Shujun shook his fist at Yixuan.

Yixuan made a casual gesture as if saying "do as you please," as if this brotherly bond sometimes felt like a natural rivalry, sparking heated exchanges first thing in the morning.

Outside the carriage came another voice, a low and magnetic voice belonging to Liang Zhichen. "Alright, those who should get out of the carriage, come out quickly. Stop making a fuss. Hui didn’t eat before sleeping last night, and she must be starving now. Let her wash up first, and then get something to eat."