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Chapter 290 Lin Xueyao is injured

Time passed day by day, and the date of the Spring Festival was getting closer and closer. As the Spring Festival approached, every household began to get busy, cleaning the inside and outside of their houses.

This is the last major cleaning of the year, symbolizing bidding farewell to the old year and welcoming the new.

Everyone in the family, young and old, has to participate; no one can escape it.

Ye Lan had previously instructed that Xueyao should be fully integrated into the family, and Ms. Zhang Fengxia had also started having her do some household chores within her capabilities, such as sweeping the floor and hanging clothes.

Lin Xueyao sweeps the floor, while Ye Lan mops it; their main strategy is to work together as a couple so that the work isn't tiring.

Ye Wanying took a small rag and used hot water to scald all the porcelain bowls and cups that were only taken out during the New Year, then wiped them clean.

Ms. Zhang Fengxia was the busiest person. She took out all the clothes that had been gathering dust in the closet for a long time, and then complained that the washing machine didn't wash them clean enough, insisting on washing them by hand. She was just making trouble for herself.

Seeing everyone else busy while he was watching TV, Ye Lan's father felt a little embarrassed. He stood up, found a rag, and wiped the tiles on the wall until they were shiny and smooth before nodding in satisfaction. It was just a hardship for his old back.

Inside the room, everyone was busy, each doing their own thing, creating a lively yet warm atmosphere.

Working tirelessly from morning until noon, everyone's efforts have transformed each room, making it truly spotless.

"Ouch, my back hurts! I need to sit for a while." Ye Lan put the clean mop in the bathroom, turned around and lay down on the sofa.

Ms. Zhang Fengxia stopped what she was doing. "No way, you're so young and your back is already giving out? Does that mean my Xueyao is going to have to live a life of widowhood?"

"Xueyao, your life is so miserable."

Xueyao, who was hanging clothes to dry, looked adorably dazed. Golden sunlight shone through her hair, making her look incredibly beautiful.

"Stop, stop, stop, Mom, can't you wish me well for once?" Ye Lan couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Ms. Zhang Fengxia stopped washing clothes, wiped her wet hands clean on the scarf in front of her, then sat down next to Ye Lan and asked with a mischievous smile.

"Son, tell me honestly, do you do *that* with Lin Xueyao every night?"

Why did Ms. Zhang Fengxia buy that kind of silent bed frame?

It's all for his grand plan of having a grandson.

"No, that's not true. My back pain is partly related to work, but mainly it's because Lin Xueyao hugs me every night, and my sleeping posture isn't good." Ye Lan rubbed her lower back.

"Don't tell me that after sleeping and living together for so long, you haven't developed any romantic feelings at all!" Ms. Zhang Fengxia stared wide-eyed, her face full of disbelief.

After all, this is Lin Xueyao. The phrase "as beautiful as a fairy" is almost too much for a god to bear when applied to her.

How can my son remain chaste while sharing a bed with such a beauty every day?

Could it be that he's not interested in women?

That doesn't make sense. If they really weren't interested in women, why would they become boyfriend and girlfriend?

Ms. Zhang Fengxia was completely baffled.

"What are you thinking? Let's talk about these things after the wedding. Are you in such a hurry to have a grandchild?"

"Of course I'm in a hurry. Kids your age already have sons who can run errands."

"What about those who died around my age? Am I supposed to die too?"

"You brat, if you keep talking nonsense, you're not coming home tonight!"

Ms. Zhang Fengxia was furious, her brows furrowed in anger. With the New Year approaching, she couldn't bear to hear such discouraging words.

Ye Lan stuck out her tongue and said confidently, "Even if you lock the door, Xueyao will open it for me."

"Pah! I almost forgot, you two are the married couple, and I'm the outsider!"

Ms. Zhang Fengxia spat, got up, and went back to the bathroom to continue washing clothes.

Ye Lan lay on the sofa, her head resting on the cushion, and slowly drowsiness began to wash over her.

Today, because of the spring cleaning, his mother dragged him out of bed at around 8 a.m. He had stayed up until 2 a.m. last night watching Douyin and hadn't slept well at all.

After a busy day, I was exhausted and quickly fell into a deep sleep, with soft snores drifting in.

After finishing the laundry, Ms. Zhang Fengxia did not disturb Ye Lan's rest. Instead, she said softly to Lin Xueyao, "Xueyao, please hang these clothes on the balcony. The clothes hangers are on the TV cabinet."

Then, glancing at the bright and gentle sunlight, he turned to Ye Hao and Ye Wanying, the father and daughter, and said, "You two come with me to take all the bedding down to air it out. This is the last time we'll air it out before the New Year."

"Alright then." Ye Hao and Ye Wanying didn't dare to disobey Ms. Zhang Fengxia's words and got up to get their bedding.

The bedding in Ye Lan's bedroom naturally fell to Zhang Fengxia, the mother.

The three moved swiftly and quickly; one of them carried two sets of bedding downstairs and soon disappeared into the stairwell.

Following Zhang Fengxia's instructions before she left, Lin Xueyao began to hang the clothes out to dry.

She first moved the basin full of clothes to the balcony, then picked up the clothes rack and slowly lifted the clothes hangers, preparing to hang them on the wire line on the balcony.

The first few were underwear, which were relatively light, and were hung up quickly.

But when it came to the coats and jackets, they were much heavier. It wasn't because of the quality of the clothes themselves, but because they were hand-washed and full of water, causing the weight to increase exponentially.

It even exceeds the quality of the clothes themselves.

Fortunately, Lin Xueyao had been forced to start regular physical training by her family since childhood, with morning runs during the day and yoga in the evening, and her arm strength was quite impressive.

It can easily hold up the clothes.

However, because the clothes were wet and slippery, just as the hook was about to be hung on the wire, the clothes suddenly tilted, and the original balance was instantly disrupted.

The clothes slipped off, and the hanger was flung away.

"what!!!"

Ye Lan, who was sleeping, was awakened by a scream. Her groggy head looked left and right. "What's going on? What happened? Is it the end of the world?!"

Soon, he saw Lin Xueyao crouching on the ground with her head in her hands, and a piece of clothing lying on the ground beside her.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Ye Lan sprang to her feet and quickly arrived at Lin Xueyao's side, squatting down to ask softly.

"I got hit by a clothes hanger, it hurts."

Lin Xueyao slowly removed her hands from her forehead, her eyes reddening, tears welling up in her eyes, her lips slightly downturned, her whole being like a flower battered by frost, filled with grievance.

Ye Lan then noticed that on Lin Xueyao's forehead, which was as smooth as mutton fat jade, a shocking red mark suddenly appeared, very conspicuous.

He felt a pang of heartache and gently stroked the red and swollen area on Lin Xueyao's forehead with his thumb.

"Let me blow on it for you, it will stop hurting when I blow on it."

Lin Xueyao has clear eyes and an adorable, innocent expression, like a kitten that's been petted and gone mad.