I Became the Mother of His Child

Song Yuanhuan, as a soldier and a special forces operative, had fighting techniques deeply ingrained in him as if they were a natural instinct. He had no trouble handling the military school instructor Shi Yan Ting, a teacher of psychology. When Song Yuanhuan confronted Shi Yan Ting in front of Shi Yu, what was supposed to be a simple sparring session turned into a one-sided thrashing.

"Song Yuanhuan, after all, I'm your teacher, can't you go a little easier?" Shi Yan Ting, after a busy evening, went to pick up his son from kindergarten. He learned from the teacher that his son had bullied someone again. He was usually calm about it, since he had grown accustomed to his son's constant bullying complaints; after all, as a gentleman of psychology, he took pride in raising a rough son—what a fiery spirit! However, upon realizing that his son had bullied the offspring of that Song Yuanhuan, he knew trouble was brewing and that his son had definitely stirred up a hornet's nest.

As an instructor, he had already experienced Song Yuanhuan's swift and fierce capabilities, so he knew he couldn't escape a beating this time. Song Yuanhuan was difficult to get along with on a normal day, and even as an instructor, Shi Yan Ting occasionally had to eat humble pie at his hand. When Song Yuanhuan came knocking, Shi was sensible and tried to negotiate amicably, not hoping to evade the beating, but wishing Song Yuanhuan would show some mercy, considering he was still an instructor!

But to his surprise, Song Yuanhuan completely ignored him, punching him hard in the face while he was talking, leading to a pained cry as he clutched his face: "I said, can you not just hit the face? If you hit my face, how am I supposed to teach tomorrow!" Shi Yan Ting's indignant voice carried over, wanting to retaliate, but facing the formidable Song Yuanhuan, any attempt at fighting back just meant getting beaten up even worse.

"That's your problem," Song Yuanhuan enjoyed the beatdown of the instructor. It was just especially satisfying.

Shi Yu had always been the little tyrant of the military school, completely opposite in character to his father Shi Yan Ting, who was a modest gentleman who would talk rather than use his hands, his work also involved talking, but Shi Yu was like a wild and rough little lion, mischief and trouble were his mottos. In the military school, he felt compelled to stomp on even the neglected corners overgrown with grass. As he stood by and watched from start to finish his dad holding his head and begging for mercy, the wildly untamed manner so unlike Shi Yan Ting couldn't be more evident.

"Dad, fight back!" Shi Yu, clenching his fists, urged his father in frustration: "Don't be afraid of him, hit him! What's the use of hiding and covering your head?" he grumbled.

Hearing this, Shi Yan Ting looked down helplessly. Fight back? Against the special forces team leader Song Yuanhuan? That would be a joke.

"Ah, gentler, please, gentler..."

Cries of pain occasionally echoed from the military school training field. After thoroughly enjoying the process of thrashing Shi Yan Ting, Song Yuanhuan felt quite pleased. As he observed the anxious Shi Yu at the side, he hit Shi Yan Ting even harder, showing no mercy. Once Shi Yan Ting was bruised and swollen, only then did Song Yuanhuan clap his hands and stop.

"Kid, this time your bullying my son earned your dad a beating. Before you try to act tough again next time, make sure you're watching your back. If you dare bully my son again, I'll tie you and your old man together and use you as a ball to kick," Song Yuanhuan threatened, revealing his teeth with a cold smirk as the words casually poured out.

"..." Clenching his fists, Shi Yu was full of unwillingness but dared not to defy Song Yuanhuan in any way.

It was obvious this guy even dared to hit his own dad, so he definitely wouldn't hesitate to hit him. With his scrawny arms and legs, he couldn't possibly fight back! Gritting his teeth, Shi Yu didn't dare make a sound.

After Song Yuanhuan finished stretching and left, Shi Yan Ting finally staggered home, supported by his wife. Grimacing and hissing in pain, while his wife went to get some medicinal liquid to dab on his wounds, he turned his head without hesitation and glared at his son in frustration, "What is wrong with you? There are so many people to provoke, yet you had to mess with that son of King Yan. Kid, can we please not provoke him next time, alright? Your dad's old bones can't handle being loosened by him!"

"Dad, as an instructor, you're pretty pathetic to lose to a student," Shi Yu didn't show a shred of sympathy for his own father. On the contrary, he frowned and voiced his disdain with a disapproving retort.

"You little brat, did you or did you not understand what I said? Don't go provoking that living King Yan again, you hear me!" Shi Yan Ting was both angry and anxious after being looked down upon by his son, emphasizing his words with extra seriousness, fearing his son hadn't learned his lesson.

"Alright, alright, I get it," Shi Yu answered irritably, turned around, grabbed his washbasin, and headed for the washroom, not taking today's events too seriously.

...

Because of the fight, Song Chengguang didn't sleep well that night. He woke up several times in a daze, feeling guilty, and only when he saw Xu Xiuxiu beside him did he close his eyes and go back to sleep. After such a restless night, Xu Xiuxiu was also utterly exhausted. As dawn was breaking, she fell into a deep sleep.

Having been subjected to Song Yuanhuan's compulsory orders, and deciding he needed to train properly, Song Chengguang changed his usual grumpy morning temperament. He carefully climbed out of bed, the little guy shivering in his thin pajamas as he ran to the neighboring bedroom, "Uncle..." Song Chengguang whispered, the little guy swinging his legs and pouting as he leaned close to Song Yuanying, who was in bed.

Song Yuanhuan had issued a training ultimatum to the uncle and nephew the day before to exercise every morning for an hour. Song Chengguang usually treated anything Song Yuanhuan told him as sacred. Furthermore, after being bullied and outnumbered the day before, a huge blow had been dealt to little Song Chengguang's spirit, and he was determined to never get hit again. The idea of becoming a real man had taken root and was beginning to grow.

"Chengguang, what time is it? Why are you up so early?" Song Yuanying, still groggy, looked at Song Chengguang squatting on top of him, then lazily slapped his own hair.

"Dad said we have to get up and run. Chengguang wants to be a man, so I have to exercise. Uncle, get up quickly, Dad said you have to exercise too." Song Chengguang explained earnestly, then reached out to pull Song Yuanying out of the covers.

"Oh!" With Song Chengguang's reminder, Song Yuanying's senses began to return, and seeing Song Chengguang taking it seriously, he too rose from the bed without laziness, "Alright, let's go for a run and get some exercise." Taking a deep breath, he mustered the energy to get dressed and head out the door for a morning run.

Because Song Yuanying was a man, he wasn't very attentive to details. He dressed himself neatly and even washed his face with cold water to wake up before leaving, but he carelessly threw a thick jacket over Song Chengguang's pajamas and went out. Both panting, they ran together. The atmosphere between Uncle Yuanying and nephew Chengguang was very cheerful. Since they were unfamiliar with the area, Song Yuanying didn't dare let Song Chengguang run about aimlessly, so the two ran several laps around the military school in the cold wind.