Quick Transmigration: The Love Rescue Plan

It was a good thing that Yang Yan'an was nervous about the matter of returning to his parents' home; one only gets nervous about someone's affairs if they care about them.

However, it wouldn't be good to let Yang Yan'an keep pacing around the courtyard in a state of nervousness. We couldn't let him delay his homecoming because of his nervousness.

As soon as Dong Yue'e finished speaking, Yang Yan'an, dressed in a light blue robe, rushed over and pulled Dong Yue'e to sit down in front of the dressing table.

Yang Yan'an held Dong Yue'e's hands and sat facing her, grinning foolishly, showing no sign of nervousness whatsoever.

Dong Yue'e shook off Yang Yan'an's hand and slapped his hand, scolding him angrily, "What are you doing, being so silly!"

Dong Yue'e reached out and opened the lid of the cloisonné porcelain vase on the table, took out a piece of mother-of-pearl ink and handed it to Yang Yan'an: "Why are you dawdling like this? Don't you want to come back to your parents' home with me? Honestly, what's there to be nervous about? Don't you see my father enough times in court? You should just pretend... um... um... um..."

Yang Yan'an held Dong Yue'e's hand, which was still holding the snail-shaped lipstick, with one hand and the other around her waist. He leaned forward slightly and kissed Dong Yue'e's lips, which were not yet adorned with lip rouge.

Dong Yue'e clenched her free left hand into a fist, initially only lightly punching Yang Yan'an's chest, trying to make him let go. However, Yang Yan'an kissed her more deeply, and Dong Yue'e was almost out of breath.

With a cry of "Ouch!", Yang Yan'an released his grip on Dong Yue'e's hand, clutched his stomach, and jumped off the stool.

While making exaggerated facial expressions, Yang Yan'an grinned like a street thug, saying, "This punch from you hurt me badly. You'll never recover until you pay me back for the rest of your life."

"Hmph~" Dong Yue'e sneered, tossing the ingot onto the dressing table. She stood up, rolled up her sleeves, and said, "That's fine. But if you want me to pay you for the rest of my life, this injury..."

Dong Yue'e tilted her small face up, grinning maliciously as she slowly approached Yang Yan'an: "Let me beat you half to death first!"

Yang Yan'an slid to his knees and knelt down in front of Dong Yue'e, grabbing her leg and wailing, "Third Sister, I was wrong!"

Dong Yue'e shook her leg and said, "Alright, hurry up and get up to draw my eyebrows."

Yang Yan'an immediately stood up and, before Dong Yue'e could react, picked her up in his arms.

"Stop fooling around, or you'll be late for your return visit."

Dong Yue'e sensed that Yang Yan'an's body stiffened slightly. Sure enough, although they were joking around, he was still very nervous inside.

Dong Yue'e reached out and punched Yang Yan'an in the chest, laughing and scolding, "Why are you so nervous, you silly boy? What did you say to me when I was nervous the morning before yesterday?"

"Why did you suddenly become nervous when it was your turn to see my grandparents?"

"Third Sister, I...I..." Yang Yan'an placed Dong Yue'e on the stool, squatted down, and rested his head on her lap as a pillow.

Dong Yue'e patted Yang Yan'an's head and comforted him, "Sanlang, don't worry! Your parents are very satisfied with you."

Dong Yue'e turned sideways, picked up the snail-shell ink she had just tossed aside, and carefully examined her hairstyle in the bronze mirror, pondering what eyebrow shape to draw. She said, "If you're not in the mood to draw my eyebrows today..."

Before Dong Yue'e could finish speaking, the snail-shaped ink in her hand was snatched away.

Yang Yan'an turned Dong Yue'e around and said seriously, "Yes, I have the desire to draw eyebrows for Third Sister for the rest of my life. I am willing to draw eyebrows for Third Sister for the rest of my life!"

Dong Yue'e smiled upon hearing this. This silly boy was completely under her thumb for life. Who could blame her when this silly boy doted on her!

It took Yang Yan'an a quarter of an hour to finish drawing Dong Yue'e's eyebrows and applying her lipstick.

Dong Yue'e glanced at Yang Yan'an helplessly. After finishing her eyebrow drawing, she kept frowning as she looked at him.

Dong Yue'e reached out and pinched the soft flesh on Yang Yan'an's waist: "Okay, don't be nervous."

Seeing that Yang Yan'an was still nervous and uneasy, Dong Yue'e said irritably, "Look at yourself now. If people see you like this, they'll think you dislike me a lot..."

"I didn't, not at all. How could I not like Third Sister! I..." Yang Yan'an raised his hand towards Dong Yue'e's brow, but Dong Yue'e dodged it.

Yang Yan'an muttered aggrievedly, "I just think these eyebrows look a little crooked, and the thickness is a bit uneven, so maybe..."

Dong Yue'e spun around and slipped behind Yang Yan'an, placing her hands on his back and pushing him forward.

"No way! If we delay any longer, my grandfather might whip you with a bow and arrow when we get to the front door," Dong Yue'e said with a grin.

That silly boy! Doesn't he realize that if he could draw eyebrows with such skill right away, people would probably think he'd honed his technique by drawing eyebrows for countless women?

Dong Yue'e pushed Yang Yan'an to the gate of Tianbo Yang Mansion, where a carriage was already parked. Behind the carriage stood several burly men with red ribbons tied around their waists, waiting. Several boxes of gifts were at the men's feet.

Dong Yue'e couldn't help but gasp in amazement; the return gift was truly substantial!

Dong Yue'e leaned close to Yang Yan'an's ear and whispered, "Did you prepare this?"

"Huh?" Yang Yan'an scratched his ear and chuckled twice, "It was prepared by my mother. Is it a little less? But my mother threw all the ones I prepared back into the storeroom."

Dong Yue'e's lips twitched; she had absolutely no desire to ask this silly boy what kind of homecoming gift he had originally prepared.

As Dong Yue'e and Yang Yan'an got into the car, the burly men followed at a leisurely pace, carrying the gifts for the bride's return visit.

The Yang family and the Dong family were separated by several streets, and in no time, the carriage arrived at the Dong family's door.

Mr. and Mrs. Dong, along with their two older brothers and younger sister, were already waiting at the door.

Yang Yan'an was the first to lift the carriage curtain and jump down. When he saw the crowd standing at the door, he became nervous again and stood there dumbfounded.

Dong Yue'e waited for a long time without hearing any movement, and knew that Yang Sanlang was acting foolishly again.

"Cough~ cough~" Dong Yue'e coughed lightly while sitting in the carriage.

Yang Yan'an immediately realized what was happening, turned around, lifted the carriage curtain, and helped Dong Yue'e down from the carriage.

"Your son-in-law greets Mount Tai, Mount Tai, my elder brother, and my younger sister," Yang Yan'an said, bowing respectfully.

Dong Yue'e also bowed and said, "Third Sister, I greet Father, Mother, Brother, and Little Sister."

Mother Dong held Dong Yue'e's hand and looked her over repeatedly, murmuring, "She's lost weight, she's lost weight."

Most mothers in the world would probably feel that their children who are away from home are not getting enough to eat or wear and are getting thin from hunger.

Father Dong also carefully examined Dong Yue'e, nodded in satisfaction, and then looked at Yang Yan'an: "Alright, the food and wine have been prepared, and the guests have taken their seats. We're just waiting for you. Please go in quickly."

Brother Dong put his hand on Yang Yan'an's shoulder, winked at Second Brother Dong, and pulled Yang Yan'an inside as if they were brothers, effectively separating Yang Yan'an from Dong Yue'e.

Dong Yue'e looked in the direction where Yang Yan'an disappeared with some worry. Dong's mother gently patted the back of Dong Yue'e's hand and said, "Don't worry, your brother and the others know what they're doing."