I Became the Mother of His Child

Xu Xiuxiu, holding a flowerpot and leading her guilt-ridden niece and nephew by the hand, had returned home as evening approached. Ignoring the pitiful pair behind her, she placed the pot on the small balcony outside the living room and stealthily watered the orchid with some "Space Spring Water" under the guise of watering.

Having finished watering on the small balcony, Xu Xiuxiu walked back into the living room where Xu Jingjing, hand in hand with Song Chengguang, stood blocking her way in formation.

"Third Sister," Xu Jingjing called out softly, standing a short distance from Xu Xiuxiu, her eyes full of entreaty.

"Mommy." Song Yuanhuan, imitating Jingjing, stood beside her and cutely played the pity card towards Xu Xiuxiu.

These two aunts and nephews really had a knack for this!

Xu Xiuxiu glanced at them, amused yet irked, thinking about the silly things the two had done today. Deciding she didn't want to deal with them, she turned to head to the kitchen to make dinner, "Mommy, Chengguang's butt hurts." Song Chengguang walked strangely two steps forward, his little face grimacing with pain, tenderly rubbing his backside over his pants, looking like he was about to cry.

"Serves you right, who told you to pick flowers without the owner's permission? Picking flowers comes at a price." Although Xu Xiuxiu felt a tinge of sympathy for Song Chengguang's silly appearance, she still frowned and snorted coldly, absolutely not planning to let the two off easily.

"Waa! Mommy, Chengguang didn't mean it, I know I was wrong, please don't be angry." Song Chengguang looked up with a woebegone face, as if he might start crying at any moment.

Xu Jingjing, very observantly, hung her head low at this moment, trying to make herself less noticeable, then sent her small nephew, Song Chengguang, a look of strenuous support, My dear nephew! You have to hold on under your mom's scary glare, you just have to hang in there!

"Alright, stop acting pitiful with me, go watch cartoons!" Xu Xiuxiu couldn't stand these two's pity act anymore. Well, Song Chengguang was forgivable, being barely toddler-sized, naturally shaky and cute. His garnering sympathy could be understood, but Xu Jingjing joining in the act was a bit much, wasn't it?

"Third Sister, you go ahead and cook dinner. I'll make sure to watch cartoons properly with Chengguang," Xu Jingjing said, instantly lifting her head in high spirits, then scooped Song Chengguang under his arms, picked him up with both hands, and settled him down beside the sofa.

Xu Xiuxiu, somewhat resigned, shook her head and turned to enter the kitchen, rolling up her sleeves to start making dinner.

When Song Yuanhuan came home from work that evening, he arrived just in time for dinner. Noticing some strange vibes in the house and seeing the solicitous way his sister-in-law and son were serving his wife, an unbidden frown creased his forehead, feeling a surge of displeasure.

"You're too thin, eat more ribs to nourish yourself." Xu Jingjing and Song Chengguang had a particular fondness for tonight's sweet and sour pork ribs, serving Xu Xiuxiu while also not forgetting to stuff their own mouths. Song Yuanhuan, seeing the ribs nearly devoured by the two, turned to grab a small bowl in the kitchen. In a moment, he scraped more than half of the ribs into the bowl and placed it in front of Xu Xiuxiu.

Xu Xiuxiu silently regarded the sweet and sour ribs in the bowl and, feeling the resentment from Xu Jingjing and Song Chengguang, was initially inclined to refuse. But, taking a mischievous pleasure in their gaze, she decided to polish off a small portion of the ribs.

Because she hadn't seen Song Chengguang cause trouble during the day, Xu Jingjing seemed particularly guilty. After dinner, without needing any prompting, Xu Jingjing volunteered to do the dishes by rolling up her sleeves. Seeing Xu Jingjing being quite serious about it, Xu Xiuxiu readily agreed.

The relationship between Xu Jingjing and Song Chengguang had become very harmonious lately. Xu Jingjing headed to the kitchen to wash the dishes, and Song Chengguang stopped watching cartoons to follow her, prattling on as he helped her with the dishes. The two of them whispered sweet nothings to each other.

Xu Xiuxiu was puzzled. Sometimes, as his mother, she couldn't completely understand the mumbled words of Song Chengguang, let alone how Xu Jingjing could communicate with Song Chengguang without any barriers!

What Xu Xiuxiu didn't know was that, because she hadn't been at the Military District these past few days, Xu Jingjing had been getting up close and personal with Song Chengguang, and the two had developed a strong bond of revolutionary friendship.

"Song Yuanhuan, do you know what stupid thing your son did today?" After taking a bath and lying in bed, Xu Xiuxiu leaned her full weight into Song Yuanhuan's arms.

"What?" Song Yuanhuan frowned as he responded.

"He ruined Admiral Deng's top-grade orchid." Xu Xiuxiu thought of Mr. Deng's rage earlier that day and couldn't help but find it amusing, the contrast was just too cute. "Mr. Deng was so angry that he caught our Chengguang and spanked him hard." As Xu Xiuxiu spoke, she did not feel a bit sorry for her son.

Although at first Mr. Deng hadn't held back his strength, by the time her Chengguang returned home unscathed, Xu Xiuxiu knew that Mr. Deng must have still been measured in his punishment. Otherwise, she thought, Song Chengguang's little behind would have blossomed much earlier.

"Oh! He got a good thrashing, just what a boy needs to be brought into line," Song Yuanhuan said, not a bit sympathetic. He always believed in raising boys toughly and had long objected to Xu Xiuxiu's coddling of Song Chengguang. It was just that under the matriarchy, he dared not protest.

"Alright then!" Xu Xiuxiu didn't continue the topic upon hearing this. She too felt that Song Chengguang could be too naughty at times, and that it wouldn't hurt him to be punished now and then. With that thought, she reached out to pull the quilt over and settle down to sleep.

However, Song Yuanhuan moved closer to Xu Xiuxiu with an enthusiastic whisper into her ear, "The night is just perfect, my dear wife, wouldn't it be a pity not to do something?"

"And what, Mr. Song, do you suggest we do?" Xu Xiuxiu caught hold of Song Yuanhuan's hands and looked at him feigning ignorance.

"Make a baby," Song Yuanhuan replied to Xu Xiuxiu as though it were the most natural thing.

"..." This man's shamelessness amazed her: "Yuanhuan, I'm not feeling well today." Xu Xiuxiu dropped the joking tone and seriously misled Song Yuanhuan.

Seeing Xu Xiuxiu like this, Song Yuanhuan also immediately dropped his flirtatious demeanor, "Where doesn't it feel good? Maybe I should take you to the Military District clinic! It's not good to keep ignoring these things!" Song Yuanhuan quickly became panicked, flipping the quilt off and planning to get out of bed to dress and go to the clinic.

It was obvious that Song Yuanhuan, a man known for his calm and sage wisdom, seemed to have a complete regression of IQ when it came to Xu Xiuxiu, and it was truly frustrating!