I Became the Mother of His Child

Aren't these two guys usually so tough and impressive? Well, they're not so tough now, are they! Thinking to himself, Song Yuanhuan swung his little baby girl back and forth happily in his arms.

"Don't stand there talking without knowing the pain of the situation!" Zheng Guohui spat out a sentence at Song Yuanhuan, "You yourself married a beautiful and capable wife, shouldn't I also slowly pick a good one, do you know how hard it is to find a wife these days, to just settle for someone to get by with? Can you really pick a life-long partner with your eyes closed? Just look at what Zhao Jian Country has become now; he's unlucky to the extreme, stuck with that kind of woman, he's almost..." Zheng Guohui rolled his eyes at Song Yuanhuan and after mentioning Zhao Jian Country, expressed a deep sense of helplessness, but they both knew full well the situation without finishing the sentence.

As comrades-at-arms and brothers, they deeply sympathized with Zhao Jian Country's predicament and took it as a warning, an example of a bitter lesson to learn from. After all, every family has its own issues, and not everyone can be as lucky as Song Yuanhuan to find a suitable match. But surely they shouldn't just pick someone at random like Zhao Jian Country did!

"Zheng Guohui, you are sounding more and more like a complaining widow," Fu Guanglei really couldn't stand Zheng Guohui's jealous feminine manner. It was too unpleasant to watch.

"You don't know shit," Zheng Guohui, seeing that Fu Guanglei didn't take his side and even insulted him, suddenly swore, "Saying I'm like a complaining widow, what sort of description is that?" With that, he angrily threw a punch at Fu Guanglei's chest.

"I don't understand, but you do," Fu Guanglei nodded, not caring about Zheng Guohui's weak punch, his eyes instead fixed on the Little Baby in Song Yuanhuan's arms, "Song Yuanhuan, are you holding a little daughter or a little son?" After disparaging Zheng Guohui, Fu Guanglei turned his attention to the contented Song Yuanhuan, not caring about his smug appearance, just curiously staring at the tiny child in Song Yuanhuan's arms. The baby was so tiny! Her head wasn't even as big as his fist, especially those little fleshy hands with a pair of tiny silver bracelets, seemed too small for even one of his fingers to grab hold of.

"A little daughter," Song Yuanhuan had almost always held his daughter since returning home, letting his debt-collecting, troublemaking son stay with the kid's mother.

"How about that? Isn't she especially cute and pretty?" Song Yuanhuan carefully held the Little Baby near Fu Guanglei to show off, his tone brimming with the pride of a good father.

"Lucky she takes after your wife; that's why she's pretty. If she looked like you, by the time your daughter grows up she'd probably blame you," Fu Guanglei complimented, then looked Song Yuanhuan up and down.

In fact, what Fu Guanglei said was an exaggeration. Song Yuanhuan might not be one of those pale and tender pretty-boys, but he was undoubtedly handsome, a rugged type of handsome with chiseled features akin to a sculpture, plus a crew cut and the bearing of a soldier made him the kind that would catch your eye on the street and never leave your memory.

As for what Fu Guanglei said, Song Yuanhuan wasn't concerned; on the contrary, he smiled crookedly, "Yeah, it's good she takes after my wife." She had to take after her mother to be pretty and cute. So every time Little Baby looked at him with her watery eyes, it could dissipate any anger he might have. In the future, when she learns to be coy and call out 'Daddy,' Song Yuanhuan would be completely wrapped around Little Baby's finger, willing to pluck the stars but not the moon for her.

"Come on, Yuanhuan, let me hold my little niece!" Zheng Guohui also joined in to admire the Little Baby and saw she was indeed adorably cute, then immediately reached out excitedly wanting to hold her.

How could Song Yuanhuan, the doting father, bear to let go? He frowned and avoided Zheng Guohui's outstretched paws, glaring fiercely, "Get lost, my daughter is delicate, you clunky-handed man better not touch her." His defensive stance was simply unparalleled.

Zheng Guohui felt a thousand points of damage from Song Yuanhuan's attitude. As comrades who had faced life and death together on the battlefield, was it necessary to be this guarded just for wanting a moment to hold his daughter? It was too hurtful!

"Song Yuanhuan...you, you're really going too far," Zheng Guohui pointed at Song Yuanhuan and roared angrily.

"Trust me, I can go even further," Song Yuanhuan raised an eyebrow and shrugged, clearly intent on driving Zheng Guohui crazy.

"Damn it." Zheng Guohui glared, threatening, "If you don't let me hold your little niece today, I won't give a red envelope for the full moon celebration!"

Zheng Guohui saw that talking about brotherly love was utterly futile, so he decided to get practical and negotiate using the full moon red envelope for his niece.

"You just try not giving it, and see if you still get to drink and eat today!" Who did Song Yuanhuan think he was, a new generation of daughter slaves? Not giving his daughter's full moon celebration red envelope and still wanting to eat? Ha! I'll kick you out.

Zheng Guohui's heart was blocked as he looked at Song Yuanhuan, his expression one of utter desolation: "Song Yuanhuan, you've changed." The pained look of a woman who's been abandoned.

Song Yuanhuan arched an eyebrow at Zheng Guohui, who was making a scene, yet he didn't say a word.

"You've changed so much I can hardly recognize you anymore, haven't you? Just because you married a capable wife, you turn your back on old friends, don't you? We are brothers," Zheng Guohui fiercely accused Song Yuanhuan of his callousness.

"Hmm! And then what?" Song Yuanhuan nodded in agreement, as if to say that he indeed had married a capable wife—that was his own achievement, something Zheng Guohui could only envy! A brother can't compare with a wife and daughter.

"..." Zheng Guohui was so stunned by Song Yuanhuan's shamelessness that he suddenly turned around.

Fu Guanglei stood by, watching Zheng Guohui dejectedly receive a blow to his pride. Far from feeling any sympathy for Zheng Guohui, he even laughed mockingly at him. Hearing the laughter behind him, Zheng Guohui's face went dark, and then he called out to Song Chengguang, who was near the entrance.

"Cheng Guang, come to Uncle Zheng, let me see if you've grown taller!" Unable to hold Song Yuanhuan's precious daughter, Zheng Guohui turned instead to find Song Yuanhuan's elder son, Song Chengguang.

"No, I want to wait for Brother Nan to come and play with cars." Song Chengguang clutched a little tin car and completely ignored Zheng Guohui's call. The little guy stood by the entrance of the new house, eyes fixed on the wide-open door, anticipating Zhao Nan's arrival.

Pfft! The ruthless reply from Song Chengguang was like rubbing salt in Zheng Guohui's wound—he felt like he was being double-crossed by the Song family father and son.

"Sorry for being late." Just as the full moon feast and housewarming were about to start, Zhao Jian Country finally arrived, fashionably late with Guo Cuiping. Guo Cuiping wore a relatively new jacket, neatly arranged, and held onto Shi Tao, while Zhao Nan stood coolly by Zhao Jian Country's side.

"There you are! Hurry up, we're just missing you. If you didn't show up soon, we were going to start without you!" Zheng Guohui and Fu Guanglei were already seated at the table, and seeing Zhao Jian Country arrive, they immediately invited him to join them for a drink.