I Bacame the Mother of His Child-Chapter 118: Zhao Jian Country’s Spouse

"Wife, don’t be angry," Song Yuanhuan said as he noticed Xu Xiuxiu’s attitude and tone were somewhat icy, suddenly embracing her tightly in his uncertainty, "I just wanted to have a daughter just like you. If you disagree, then let’s think of another way, okay?" It was his oversight not to consider her feelings. Having a child registered under someone else’s name and not being able to openly tell others that it was his own child was a sorrow. She was so proud, how could she be willing! He had made a mistake.

"Song Yuanhuan, remember this, I will never allow my treasure to suffer the slightest grievance. So put an end to these ideas right away, do you hear me!" Xu Xiuxiu huffed and reached out to pinch someone’s ear.

Her convictions were deeply rooted; she would never allow her treasure to be aggrieved in any way. That was also why Xu Xiuxiu liked children; she believed that all children were gifts from God and that they should be properly cherished and loved, not subjected to even the slightest hardship.

"Alright! I remember, I promise I’ll never bring it up again, okay? If we’re going to have a daughter, it must be done openly and fairly, and I’ll make sure you two never suffer any injustice," Song Yuanhuan earnestly promised, his tone filled with both guilt and assurance.

Having learned Xu Xiuxiu’s thoughts, Song Yuanhuan realized that all his previous plans had to be scrapped. But since he wanted to have another daughter with his wife, he was prepared to make certain sacrifices. Song Yuanhuan thought about this and held the person in his arms even tighter.

After hearing Song Yuanhuan’s promise, Xu Xiuxiu finally nodded in satisfaction. Then she peacefully drifted into her dreams of the god Zhou. Little did she know that Song Yuanhuan just held her all night until dawn before he slowly closed his eyes to sleep for a while.

The next day broke early, and Song Yuanhuan got up for his morning run, even bringing back breakfast. Xu Xiuxiu had long since gotten used to someone taking care of breakfast whenever Song Yuanhuan was around. It must be said, in this regard, Song Yuanhuan had nearly spoiled her rotten.

After breakfast, Song Yuanhuan, dressed in his military uniform, left the house promptly, while Xu Jingjing, that girl, because she only had two days off, took the army’s procurement vehicle to the city after breakfast. Upon learning that Xu Jingjing was her sister, Xiao Jin, who was in charge of the army’s canteen procurement, generously promised Xu Xiuxiu that he would make sure she was safely delivered home.

With the departure of Si Ya, Xu Jingjing, the house was left with Song Chengguang and Xu Xiuxiu. Xu Xiuxiu had originally planned to go back to the city with Xu Jingjing, considering that staying in such a large house alone could be frightening. However, the young girl simply waved her hand and told her that it was fine and she could stay at the Sichuan Pavilion staff dormitory, which was more convenient for commuting to and from work.

Thinking that the conditions at the Sichuan Pavilion staff dormitory were quite good, Xu Xiuxiu agreed.

After lunch, Xu Xiuxiu watched cartoons at home with Song Chengguang for a while. When she got bored, she thought about making buns for dinner and, without further ado, darted into the kitchen to start preparing the dough and chopping up the bun filling. As a vegetarian, Xu Xiuxiu planned to make several small vegetarian buns and, because of the carnivorous habits of Song Yuanhuan and Song Chengguang, she made a special trip to the army’s store to buy some fresh pork to make a dozen or so large meat buns. The weather wouldn’t spoil them easily; what was eaten for dinner today could still be good for breakfast tomorrow.

After wrapping the buns, as evening approached, Xu Xiuxiu prepared several large meat buns and three small vegetable buns to steam in the pot. Just as the buns started steaming, Xu Xiuxiu planned to have dinner ready by the time Song Yuanhuan got home. She was considering whether to make a soup to go with the buns when the sound of the doorbell rang from outside.

"Mama, the doorbell is ringing." Song Chengguang called out to Xu Xiuxiu, his neck craned. While living in the city, Xu Xiuxiu had warned Song Chengguang never to open the door regardless of who was there, and to call an adult instead. Thus, whenever there was a knock at the door, the little guy would hop around excitedly to inform Xu Xiuxiu.

"I know! Chengguang, you’re such a good boy." Xu Xiuxiu bent down to adjust Song Chengguang’s little hat, which had gotten askew from sitting on the couch watching cartoons. "Go on back to watching TV. The big meat buns will be ready soon."

"Okay, Mama!" Song Chengguang smiled with squinted eyes, turned around, and wearing the little cotton slippers Mrs. Song had made for him, he pattered back to the couch to watch TV. frёewebnoѵēl.com

Ever since the Xu family moved to this neighborhood, they hadn’t lived there very long. After the New Year, Xu Xiuxiu was busy with matters concerning Sichuan Pavilion, signing new contracts with suppliers to ensure mutual benefits while negotiating better terms.

By the time she had settled the matters of Sichuan Pavilion, Song Yuanhuan had been absorbed in military drills and, with Xu Jingjing coming over to City Z, Xu Xiuxiu put her plans to return to the military base on hold. So now, it was practically Xu Xiuxiu’s first time bringing Song Chengguang back since the New Year, and naturally, she couldn’t guess who might come to visit. Could it be that Song Yuanhuan had forgotten his keys?

"Hello, may I help you?" Xu Xiuxiu opened the door with curiosity and saw a middle-aged woman she didn’t recognize standing there. The woman appeared to be a dozen years older than her eldest brother. The stranger, upon seeing Xu Xiuxiu, broke into a smile, trying to look pleasant, and had a little boy about five or six years of age by the hand, while a familiar Zhao Nan stood beside the boy.

"Aunt Xiu Xiu!" Zhao Nan called out to Xu Xiuxiu, looking up.

"Nannan, it’s you!" Xu Xiuxiu exclaimed happily. "Come in quickly, Chengguang has been missing you a lot lately." Hardly had she finished speaking, when Song Chengguang, who had been watching TV on the couch, noticed the commotion at the door. Realizing it was Zhao Nan, he abandoned the TV, and pattering in his slippers, he hurried to the door. "Brother!" Song Chengguang friendly reached out to grasp Zhao Nan’s hand and pulled him inside.

Seeing this, Xu Xiuxiu turned back with a smile to the woman and repeated her question, "And you are?"

"Oh, you must be Lieutenant Colonel Song’s spouse! I’m Guo Cuiping, the wife of Political Commissar Zhao Jian Country, and I suppose Nannan’s mother too. We met through someone’s introduction before the New Year and got married. I’ve joined the military with him a few days ago. Knowing that your husband and our Jian Country get along so well, I’ve been looking forward to meeting you. With our men being so close, us military wives need to get along too, right? So today, when I heard you were back at the base, I took the initiative to let Nannan bring me over to introduce myself. This is my own son, his name is Shi Tao and he’s five this year. Go on, Taotao, say hello to your auntie." Guo Cuiping spoke, pushing forward the little boy who was curiously staring at Xu Xiuxiu and avidly biting his finger.