I Bacame the Mother of His Child-Chapter 100 - 99: Feed Me First

The Xu family’s lunch had left Xu Xiuxiu with an indescribable mood. She, who had originally planned to stay at her parents’ house for a night, once again took her husband and son and headed back home. Although she appeared to be in quite good spirits, Song Yuanhuan could still vaguely sense her despondency.

Indeed, it had just gotten dark when Song Yuanhuan, freshly bathed, lay in bed, and a certain little woman took the initiative to burrow into Song Yuanhuan’s arms.

Seeing this, Song Yuanhuan wrapped his arms around her petite body, continuously grumbling to himself, feeling deeply that this visit to his hometown was totally off for a married couple’s happy life! He had thought that they had just arrived home yesterday, worn out from sitting on a train all day, and out of compassion for his wife, he had held off satisfying his own desires for the whole night, knowing very well how difficult it is for a man to restrain himself. But he had been looking forward to staying at her parents’ house, thinking that there would be a certain thrill, a chance for a particularly satisfying night. Thinking of this, Song Yuanhuan secretly chuckled to himself; even the snowy path to her parents’ house hadn’t felt so hard to navigate, as if he were treading on cotton, making his way forward step by step.

Who would have known that the oldest sister, Xu Fangfang, would stir up trouble? His wife, lacking enthusiasm, had returned from her parents’ once again. And now, holding the little woman in his arms, Song Yuanhuan also knew that today, his hopes of satisfying his own desires were likely going to be dashed once more. As a man, he thought: why was it so hard just to get satiated? Alas! Life’s full of hardships! Let’s not speak of it!

Xu Xiuxiu wriggled in Song Yuanhuan’s arms like a little kitten, "Yuanhuan, was I a bit heartless today?" Xu Xiuxiu then extended her arms around Song Yuanhuan’s neck, whispering her question after snuggling up to him.

"Not at all." Song Yuanhuan thought his wife was all good! Siblings have their own private lives after marriage, and he didn’t agree with the idea of them being involved with money matters either. Brothers should settle their own accounts clearly! Moreover, considering his sister-in-law’s attitude today, who was Song Yuanhuan? How could he not discern the implication of those words, laced with hidden grievances?

"I was quite disappointed when mom and dad asked me to help my oldest sister today," Xu Xiuxiu pouted her red lips, sighing softly, "I understand where mom and dad are coming from; they just want every family member to be well-off and happy and able to support each other. But where in the world is there such perfection? They see that I am doing well now and that my oldest sister’s life is tough, so they instinctively feel pity for her. They think it’s only right that sisters should help each other out, but they never put themselves in my position. Is it without reservation that my oldest sister expects me to help her? I wouldn’t mind lending money or giving a hand, but why does it have to involve me directly?" There’s so many places in this vast world, why must it have to get entangled with Sichuan Pavilion? This was what Xu Xiuxiu found most unacceptable, especially the later suggestion to invest in Sichuan Pavilion with merely 300 yuan? It wasn’t that Xu Xiuxiu was being harsh or sarcastic, but really, 300 yuan meant nothing to Sichuan Pavilion at this point.

Xu Xiuxiu wasn’t one to be completely selfless; she truly couldn’t share the Sichuan Pavilion, into which she had poured her heart and soul, with her sisters. For her, it was as if she was being asked to share Song Yuanhuan with someone else, a thought she found utterly unsettling.

Moreover, her relationship with her oldest sister, Xu Fangfang, was already lukewarm. If today’s suggestion had come from her second sister, Xu Qingqing, Xiuxiu might have been more troubled. But from what she remembered of Xu Qingqing, she knew her sister would never be the type to put her in such a difficult position. This was also why Mr. Xu considered Xu Qingqing shrewd; Xu Qingqing was the kind of person who, even if she had her own wishes, would approach matters in a way that made everyone comfortable, ensuring that even if things didn’t go as planned, it wouldn’t affect their relationship. Unlike Xu Fangfang, who used forceful and ugly methods as if to coerce someone.

"Old people always notice their children’s hardships first, the distant ones they can’t take care of." Although proximity may bring out the worst, Song Yuanhuan, who had a deep understanding of this, didn’t believe it to be true. When his elder brother toiled hard at home, working from dawn until dusk, his parents’ hearts ached for him, and their desire to help lift his burdens was more than obvious.

Yet they never considered the hardships he faced when he joined the army at sixteen, the endless days and nights of training during special forces selection, or the risks when infiltrating drug lord dens in the Golden Triangle. Bullets whizzing by in the wind, rain lashing down, hunger and cold were minor concerns in comparison.

But during his occasional communications with home, he always shared good news, never worries. Add to that the army’s many prohibitions and the highly classified nature of most missions; he couldn’t reveal much to his family. His parents only knew that his military rank and position rose higher by the day, and that his salary and allowances kept increasing, but they never considered the inevitable hardships that came with each achievement. Reaching his current position, wasn’t each promotion linked to risking his life?

Of course, his parents might have considered his hardships, yet they also knew they could never truly comprehend them. Although they showered him with care and concern whenever he returned home, fearful he’d grown thin or gotten hurt, Song Yuanhuan could still feel that his parents had invested more in his elder brother at home—a natural outpouring of affection. Returning home only once every few years naturally fostered a sense of estrangement between him and his parents and siblings, and since he wasn’t one for smooth talk, he persuaded himself to accept this estrangement without dwelling on it.

"Maybe that’s truly the case," Xu Xiuxiu said, listening to Song Yuanhuan’s words. She thought about how the original Xu Xiuxiu used to visit her parents every few days, creating chaos, and although Mr. and Mrs. Xu were angry, they were always worried about her. Even Xu Fangfang and the others weren’t their focus then, for fear the original Xiuxiu would cause trouble. Now that she herself only shared good news and no worries, Mr. and Mrs. Xu seemed to believe she didn’t need their concern anymore, and thus shifted their attention to their elder daughter, Xu Fangfang.

"My wife! I think we can stop fretting about your family’s issues, and you can start worrying about your man here!" Seeing Xu Xiuxiu appearing to understand, Song Yuanhuan playfully bumped against her and suggested with a meaningful tone, hinting that it was time for a certain young woman to satisfy him.

Xiuxiu immediately blushed as she felt the heat in a certain area, and her complex thoughts settled down: "You rascal." Even in such moments he still thought of that.

"I just love it when you call me a rascal," Song Yuanhuan cheekily responded, his hands deftly invading Xiuxiu’s clothes to claim the high ground.

Xiuxiu, feeling a bit uncomfortable, first put up a bit of a protest and struggled. But before long, she surrendered, letting her man, who turned the tables, do as he pleased. That night, while cold winds howled outside, inside the house was a serene sanctuary.