I Bacame the Mother of His Child-Chapter 85 - 84: Soothe Her Emotions

"I’m sorry." Xu Xiuxiu frantically apologized, not even sure why she felt the need to say sorry. She felt as if her soul had left her body, numbly moving her feet as she hurried out of the hospital room.

At the moment, Cai Bo and Cai Bo’s wife were submerged in the deep pain of losing their daughter. Although they noticed that Xu Xiuxiu seemed emotionally and mentally unsettled, they had little energy left to care.

The hospital room was filled with a suffocating sense of sorrow!

As Xu Xiuxiu hurried out of the room, tears burst from her eyes. She floated through motions, taking a ride back to the Military District, fleeing reality. Then, she silently went home, lay down on her bed, closed her eyes, and forced herself to rest—an entire day passed this way.

Song Yuanhuan had spent the day in the office with Song Chengguang. Following Xu Xiuxiu’s instructions, he had specially requested the cafeteria to steam a small bowl of egg custard for lunch to feed his son. Fortunately, the little one behaved well. As he buried himself in work, handing his son a small toy kept him occupied for the day, until it began to darken outside. Song Yuanhuan finished sorting the documents on his desk and then took his son back home.

Xu Xiuxiu lay stiff on the bed, sensing how the light outside the window slowly gave way to darkness. It wasn’t until she heard the sound of the door opening that she suddenly opened her eyes and came to her senses. She quickly got out of bed, tidied herself up, and walked out of the bedroom as if nothing had happened.

"Xiuxiu, you’re home. When did you get back?" He had just reached the office that morning when Xu Xiuxiu hastily dropped off their son with him and then disappeared for the entire day. He thought something might have happened at the Sichuan Pavilion and hesitated but called the Sichuan Pavilion at noon, only to learn she hadn’t gone there. Frowning with worry, he decided to go into the city if he didn’t see her at home upon his return. Now seeing her at home, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, I was a bit tired, so I lay down to sleep for a bit," Xu Xiuxiu replied quietly, her tone flat.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Song Yuanhuan asked, putting his son down. He stepped closer to Xu Xiuxiu and gently placed his hand on her forehead, his face full of concern.

There wasn’t any discomfort; it was just a heavy heart.

Xu Xiuxiu looked at Song Yuanhuan and wanted to tell him about her sadness, to share the heaviness in her heart, but she realized she could barely voice her feelings. She was just sad. Sad about the fragile, brief life that had departed abruptly. Sad about the young girl who had seemingly lazily left behind those who loved her to go to heaven. A child who was so strong, yet she left without saying goodbye or giving her mother one last moment to see her. She departed so hurriedly, not even bothering with farewells, leaving no time for any cushioning.

"I’m fine," Xu Xiuxiu thought bitterly, shaking her head before turning to walk into the kitchen. "Have you and your son had dinner yet?" Xu Xiuxiu asked as she walked, changing the subject while starting to check the ingredients in the kitchen.

"Not yet." Having a kitchen and a wife at home, with all pots and pans handy, Song Yuanhuan felt it was somewhat unreasonable to still rely on the cafeteria for meals.

"Then, can we make do with noodle dough?" After last night’s feast, not much food was left at home—just some flour, which Xu Xiuxiu had specifically bought for some men from the Northeast to make steamed buns. Having used half of it at noon the day prior, there was just enough left in a small bag tucked in a corner of the kitchen for noodles now.

"Sure." Song Yuanhuan was not picky with food; he professed that he’d gladly eat anything made by his wife, even if it was poison.

After receiving Song Yuanhuan’s approval, Xu Xiuxiu immediately started to knead and roll out the dough. She moved quickly, her delicate hands working back and forth with the flour. In less than half an hour, fresh noodle soup was ready.

Little Song Chengguang loved eating pasta. He adored dumplings and noodles. The little guy struggled with chopsticks and often, out of impatience, resorted to grabbing noodles with his chubby hands to stuff them into his mouth, making a mess all over his face, the table, and himself. Xu Xiuxiu initially wanted to stop him, but after hesitating and frowning, she suppressed the thought.

That night, Xu Xiuxiu went to bed early after finishing her nightly routine.

Song Yuanhuan noticed something was off with Xu Xiuxiu. After putting their son to sleep without a word, he returned to the bedroom, climbed into bed, and took hold of his quietly lying wife. "What’s wrong?" Song Yuanhuan asked with concern.

"..." Xu Xiuxiu stayed silent, letting Song Yuanhuan embrace her.

"Xiuxiu, tell me what’s bothering you. Let me handle it." Song Yuanhuan harbored strong traditional male beliefs. In his fixed mindset, a man should support a family and shield a woman from hardships. A man should solve all problems, big or small.

"Cai Qingqing is dead," Xu Xiuxiu murmured as she lay on her side.

Cai Qingqing? There was a moment of perplexity in Song Yuanhuan’s mind until a small figure suddenly flashed through his mind, clarifying his thoughts.

Cai Qingqing must be Cai Bo’s daughter! Four years ago, before Cai Bo had been discharged from the military, they were comrades-in-arms who had faced life and death together. Cai Bo had been living in the Military District with his wife and daughter, and when he first met the little girl Cai Qingqing, who was then bouncing around energetically with a ponytail, he, still a bachelor, had taken a great liking to the clever little girl.

Even occasionally, he would first give her any tasty or fun items his troops had seized. However, his assignment this time was quite urgent, and he was gone for two or three months. Before leaving, he seemed to remember Cai Bo mentioning in passing that the little girl had been hospitalized. He hadn’t had time to ask more. But he hadn’t expected the next news he heard about her would be about her death, and from his own wife no less.

"Did you go to the hospital to see her today?" Song Yuanhuan asked Xu Xiuxiu in an extremely complicated tone.

"..." Xu Xiuxiu silently cried, turning and vulnerably throwing herself into Song Yuanhuan’s arms without a word, but her slender hands clutching tightly at his collar, biting her teeth and choking back her emotions.

Song Yuanhuan felt the vulnerability in his arms and naturally deduced why his wife had left their son with him today: she had gone to the hospital to visit the little girl, only to be met with news of her death. As a soldier who had personally ended many lives, he was used to and indifferent to death, but he knew Xu Xiuxiu was not.

She was strong, independent, yet also kind-hearted. This was evident in both their son Song Chengguang and Zhao Jian Country’s boy Zhao Nan—she adored children and possessed a youthful spirit. freēwēbnovel.com

Facing the departure of a little girl, she must be very upset. With this thought, Song Yuanhuan instinctively tightened his embrace around her and quietly kissed her forehead.

"Don’t cry." Song Yuanhuan felt helpless, unsure how to soothe her emotions.