I Bacame the Mother of His Child-Chapter 70 - 69: An Encounter with Ma Xiaohua

The night was silent, and the air in her chest was squeezed thin, lacking oxygen. She then protested by pushing Song Yuanhuan and let out a pouty, seemingly angry whimper.

"I still have to rush back to the military base to report, so be good. I’ll come back immediately after handing over my duties," he said, his gaze burning with reluctance, as if a fire might ignite Xu Xiuxiu.

He really didn’t want to let go of this woman. He didn’t know if it was some kind of madness that had taken over him, making him rush to see her as soon as he returned to city Z after his mission, like a greenhorn, impulsively and crazily for her.

"I’ll also return to the base tomorrow," Xu Xiuxiu replied softly after a moment of silence.

With Song Yuanhuan back, Zhao Nan’s father, Zhao Jian Country, should also be returning, which meant she could temporarily step down from her role as the guardian. The prerequisite was to safely send the child back to the military base.

"Alright," Song Yuanhuan nodded. "I have to go." After saying this, he bent down to kiss her tender lips again and reluctantly put Xu Xiuxiu down. His tall figure turned and disappeared into the darkness. Xu Xiuxiu fixed her gaze on that fading silhouette, watching as he deftly scaled a wall that was as tall as a man.

Why would he climb the wall instead of using the door?

Annoyed, Xu Xiuxiu thought to herself as she leaned against the wall, her usually calm heart beginning to flutter wildly in her chest. She was going crazy.

That night, Xu Xiuxiu fell asleep with a sense of annoyance, and her sleep was not peaceful. Even in her dreams, a dominant presence forced her into a corner, leaving her embarrassed and helpless. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

In the morning, as the sun gradually rose, Xu Xiuxiu woke from her unsettled slumber. As soon as she woke up, her mind was filled with the confused dreams she had all night, replete with embarrassingly obvious implications.

Xu Xiuxiu pursed her red lips and inwardly blamed last night’s flirtations by Song Yuanhuan, then briskly opened the windows to let the fresh air in. As soon as the window opened, a gust of cold air hit her face. Xu Xiuxiu bared her teeth and leaned out into the yard, only to see patches of water on the ground already frozen under the morning sun, slowly emitting wisps of white vapor.

The weather was indeed getting colder. Xu Xiuxiu shivered and turned to head into the kitchen to busy herself with breakfast.

For breakfast, Xu Xiuxiu made plain porridge, accompanied by pickled vegetables she had specifically learned to make from her neighbor Aunt Wang, and a small portion of freshly pickled radish strips. Although they had only been pickled for a couple of days, they were already flavorful and paired well with the light porridge. Indeed, both Zhao Nan and Song Chengguang enjoyed the meal greatly, eating more than half of the radish strips.

"Auntie, are we going back to the military base?" After breakfast, Zhao Nan saw Xu Xiuxiu starting to pack his and his brother’s clothes. The little guy was both expectant and slightly puzzled.

"Yes! Nannan, do you want to go back to the military base? Do you miss your dad?" Xu Xiuxiu asked with a gentle smile.

"I do," Zhao Nan nodded vigorously. "Auntie, have Uncle Song and my dad finished their missions and come back?" he asked, his eyes filled with admiration nearly blinding Xu Xiuxiu.

"Mhm!" Xu Xiuxiu nodded in agreement, smiling. "So Nannan, please pack your luggage quickly, okay? That way you can see your dad sooner!" She would never admit to having cajoled him.

"Okay." Zhao Nan nodded efficiently and turned to start moving around the room, sometimes organizing pants, sometimes holding shoes, carefully arranging the clothes in his small suitcase.

Although Zhao Nan was young, he had managed his own belongings very well and had a good sense of how to pack his luggage, just like the last time he had stayed in the city. His luggage had been packed by the little guy himself. Xu Xiuxiu wasn’t surprised by this. After packing the clothes that needed to be worn, Xu Xiuxiu locked both the door of the house and the courtyard, leading the two kids excitedly back to the military district.

Xu Xiuxiu had been back and forth to the military district many times, so she naturally knew when the military’s procurement vehicle came to the city. She planned her timing to hitch a ride back to the base conveniently.

"Hey, why does Major Song’s family have time to return to the base today?" Ma Xiaohua, having received her salary and taking advantage of her time off, was hitching a ride to the city to buy some daily necessities. She had planned to browse a large department store to spruce up her man’s wardrobe, but after going around in circles, she realized her salary wasn’t even enough to fit between her teeth, and was even less than the loose change required for some imported clothes, leaving her feeling as sick as if she had swallowed a fly.

Pissed off, she bought a few meters of plain fabric, intending to use her sewing machine bought during her wedding to make a new garment. She was fuming on her way to the procurement vehicle’s spot, but when she arrived, she saw the neatly dressed Xu Xiuxiu also planning to hitch a ride, her two young sons dressed in expensive-looking clothes. Instantly remembering the last time she was politely declined by Xu Xiuxiu at the military district, her casual greeting seemed somewhat pointed.

"Uh-huh." Xu Xiuxiu didn’t plan to say much, somewhat understanding Ma Xiaohua’s temperament and knowing that her displeasure stemmed from being declined an opportunity to help at Sichuan Pavilion, so she simply nodded superficially and bent down to adjust the clothes of the two kids by her side.

"Weren’t the Zhao family’s kids disfigured? How come I can’t see any scars now? Major Song’s family, what miracle product did you use on the kids? My husband has a scar on the right base of his thumb, what good medicine did you use? Share it with your sister-in-law, let her try it!"отор Ma Xiaohua’s indifference did not dampen her mood. She leaned in closer and began to speak louder when she saw Xu Xiuxiu adjusting Zhao Nan’s little cotton jacket, her gaze fixated on the barely visible scar on Zhao Nan’s cheek, inwardly scheming.

Xu Xiuxiu’s expression darkened at the words, given Zhao Nan’s facial scar had healed very well, and nobody else had been as blunt as Ma Xiaohua in opening up someone’s wound, seemingly hoping that Zhao Nan’s disfigurement was permanent. This immediately angered Xu Xiuxiu, and seeing Zhao Nan’s eyes starting to redden, she felt a surge of fury.