I Became the Mother of His Child

Song Yuanhuan furrowed his brows for quite some time, "Can't we choose someone else? I think that Song Wenshu's character is not good." Song Yuanhuan agonized for a while before he carefully used the word "character."

Xu Xiuxiu nodded in agreement, "I share your sentiment." That scum really had no character to speak of, "Song Yuanhuan, help me think of something! How can I prevent Si Ya from marrying that Song Wenshu?"

"What does Si Ya think? Is she willing to marry him?"

"How should I put it?" Xu Xiuxiu grabbed her head in frustration, "She agreed to marry, but it was for a special reason."

"Since Si Ya has agreed, why do you insist on stopping her? Even if there are special reasons, she's not young anymore, and she has her own thoughts about her marriage and how she should live her life. You, as her sister, should not impose your own ideas on Si Ya, everyone has their own way of living, and it's not something you can force." Song Yuanhuan looked at Xu Xiuxiu and began to sermonize solemnly.

Her husband sometimes was just too carefree, thinking about things incompletely. Was this marriage something she, as a sister, could intervene in?

Xu Xiuxiu was clearly irritated by Song Yuanhuan's serious tone, but after giving it some serious thought, she knew that she was indeed self-righteous. Si Ya, Xu Jingjing, after all, hadn't accepted her well-intentioned arrangements at all, had she? Perhaps those so-called new beginnings were just what she imagined them to be, but for Xu Jingjing, many things had happened that couldn't be changed, such was fate.

Sigh!

With a sense of resignation, Xu Xiuxiu thought to herself, "I'm tired, let's turn off the light and go to sleep." Grumbling, she pulled up the covers to hide her face.

Song Yuanhuan chuckled, shook his head, got the cotton quilt ready for the pallet, and turned off the dim light. After a few seconds, the bedroom fell quiet.

Xu Xiuxiu lay in bed with her eyes open for a long time, listening to the occasional howling cold wind outside. Slowly, fatigue took over, and she drifted to sleep.

In the middle of the night, the firecrackers welcoming New Year's Eve did indeed make a popping sound. When Xu Xiuxiu was startled awake by the firecrackers, she had no idea what time it was. It took a while before she guessed from the clear sound of the firecrackers that they were set off by the Song Family, symbolizing the welcoming of New Year's Eve. Every household in Song Family Village only needed to set off firecrackers once after midnight and before dawn, and the real celebration of the old year was on New Year's Eve night, welcoming the morning of the first day of the lunar new year with firecrackers ringing all night long.

"Song Yuanhuan, quickly heat some water for the baby's formula." Xu Xiuxiu's chest ached with the pain of milk not coming, and just after being woken by the firecrackers, the boy and girl twins, who usually woke up during intermittent periods with an understanding, woke up together for the first time, their mouths crying non-stop.

"Okay." Song Yuanhuan didn't dawdle and got out of bed immediately.

Xu Xiuxiu held Little Baby, cooing softly, occasionally reaching out to soothe Little Moon, but both children clearly showed no sign of calming down, giving Xu Xiuxiu a headache.

When Song Yuanhuan brought the hot water back into the room, both little ones were already happily burping with satisfaction.

"Mmhmm," Xu Xiuxiu nodded with a flushed face, then quickly stripped off her clothes and turned to lie down with her back to Song Yuanhuan.

"What about this formula I've already made? They say 'eat what you need.' Wife, why don't you drink it!" Song Yuanhuan teased, watching Xu Xiuxiu's embarrassed pretending, his words revealing Xu Xiuxiu's increasingly shy thoughts.

"I won't drink it," Xu Xiuxiu retorted in annoyance.

"Then I guess I'll drink it." Song Yuanhuan was shameless.

"You big man, do you have the nerve to eat your son and daughter's food?" Xu Xiuxiu was exasperated by Song Yuanhuan's shamelessness, turning her head to glare at him with a challenging expression that dared him to try.

"Shameless." Song Yuanhuan raised his brow cheekily, his attitude was as if it were only natural. As he spoke, he unceremoniously started drinking the bottle of formula, his expression as he sucked on the nipple was particularly mischievous.

"You..." Xu Xiuxiu pointed at Song Yuanhuan, too angry or embarrassed to finish her sentence.

"I've been looking after these two treasures, washing their diapers, what's wrong with eating a bit of their food!" Song Yuanhuan hummed to himself, although the twins' diapers had no stench of urine, the idea that his men might laugh him to death if they found out that a Lieutenant Colonel was washing diapers!

"You're the one washing the diapers?" Xu Xiuxiu spoke hesitantly, she had thought it was her mother-in-law, Liu Shuxiang, who had been washing them. How did it become Song Yuanhuan's task?

"I washed them once today." Song Yuanhuan nodded, "Mother was so angry when she saw it, she took a bamboo whip to chase after Yuanyao, intending to beat her for not stopping me, a big man, from such inappropriate work." Song Yuanhuan laughed heartily.

In this rural area, feudal thinking abounded. Men's clothes must always be placed above women's, and men must never do women's laundry, let alone children's diapers. The talk of 'inappropriate work' was putting it mildly.

"What do you think?" Xu Xiuxiu raised an eyebrow and asked back; she thought she might look forward to leading Song Yuanhuan down the path of a good man.

"Washing my daughter's diapers is not shameful," Song Yuanhuan stated righteously, completely avoiding any mention of his son, Little Moon. It was apparent that the notion of washing diapers was simply him convincing himself to wash Little Moon's diapers as an afterthought.

"Then don't wash them at home anymore; you can show your enthusiasm after we return to Z city," Xu Xiuxiu already had plans for how to enslave Song Yuanhuan.

Today, his mother had erupted in a great fury. He wouldn't dare to personally wash diapers again; if his mother caught him, she might turn the house upside down with rage. "Okay, I'll wash them when we're back in Z city."