Reborn as an Ugly Wife in the Countryside
Chapter 125: Yang Ming, Can You Sing?

Chapter 125: Chapter 125: Yang Ming, Can You Sing?

The next day, the entire household started a major cleanup and began preparing for the Spring Festival, and Xiaoxiao was incredibly busy but having a blast.

That evening, as Xiaoxiao lay on the traditional Chinese heated brick bed, she asked, "Yang Ming, can you sing?"

"No!"

"What if I teach you?"

"..." What was his wife up to now? He genuinely had never sung before, but the songs his wife sang, they really were charming.

"You can’t be serious. Hey, let me ask you, do you think the fourth brother’s personality is wooden?"

Yang Ming thought for a moment and nodded. It was typical of the people in his family—reserved, somewhat stiff, awkward, and shy.

"But on the first day that the fourth brother and I sold candied hawthorn together, he sang and even pitched the candied hawthorn to people well. Don’t you think he’s become much more outgoing now?"

"..." Was she talking about the fourth brother? The fourth brother sang? Hard to imagine, but indeed, the fourth brother had become much more talkative now.

"During the New Year, everyone should be cheerful, and that cheerfulness calls for performances. I need a male partner to sing a duet with me. If you won’t sing, I’ll ask the fourth brother."

Xiaoxiao, if nothing else, was bold and optimistic. This was her first Spring Festival here, and without any gala event, they had to entertain themselves. Moreover, she was curious how her bland husband would sound singing, and what it would be like if he danced along—ha ha! It was almost unimaginable.

"I’ll sing." When Yang Ming heard that his wife would be singing with the fourth brother, that wouldn’t do; that spot had to be his.

The two of them started singing in the room. At first, Yang Ming felt very shy, his voice was soft, and he struggled to project. But after a while, he got much better at it.

"Yang Ming, get up, let’s get off the bed."

"Why get off the bed?" He was comfortable lying there; why did his wife want to get off the bed now?

"Of course, to dance! This duet isn’t just about standing and singing; we need to dance."

"..." He regretted agreeing now. Singing was already a stretch, and now dancing? For a big guy like him? It was too embarrassing, "Can’t we skip the dancing?"

"No way, absolutely not, we must dance, or I’ll go find the fourth brother!"

"Don’t! I’ll dance!" Yang Ming found himself led by the nose by his wife, and off the bed they went.

"Come on, twist like this!"

"This way, this way!"

"..."

"..."

"Ha ha ha, Yang Ming, you’re really stiff, can’t move at all!"

"..."

Xiaoxiao, seeing Yang Ming’s awkward dance moves, grew happier and louder, laughing nonstop.

In the room of Yang Family’s second son, Yang Gang

"This is really embarrassing," the second sister-in-law said with flushed cheeks to Yang Gang, giggling.

"What on earth are you talking about!"

"Haven’t you heard the noise from the third brother’s room? Those two are busy!"

"Really?" Upon hearing this, Yang Gang immediately sat up and perked up his ears.

"He he, it seems the third one isn’t up to it, I vaguely heard something about being too stiff, not knowing how to move and such. That’s really embarrassing. You, as his brother, must give him a good lesson tomorrow!"

Yang Gang felt his wife made sense this time. The men of the Yang Family couldn’t afford to fail at this!

The following day, after breakfast.

"Third brother, come here a moment, your second brother has something to tell you!"

"Sure!" Yang Ming then followed Yang Gang outside.

Once outside, Yang Gang took hold of Yang Ming and whispered in his ear. Yang Ming was puzzled; since when did his brother whisper like this? What couldn’t be said out loud?

But after hearing it, he was bewildered. What on earth was this about!