I Bacame the Mother of His Child-Chapter 62 - 61: Song Chengguang Rebels

Cheng Guang’s little body toppled into the laundry basin, and Xu Xiuxiu immediately became somewhat restless. She stood up swiftly, despite her injured foot, and rushed to the laundry basin. Song Chengguang, who struggled briefly after falling in, didn’t cry out. His little face was entirely buried in the frothy water, and he swallowed several gulps of dirty water. Finally, his entire face was covered in white foam, stinging so much that he couldn’t open his eyes. Instinctively, he kicked his little legs, attempting to stand up on his own, but to no avail. After a while, realizing that no one was coming to lend a helping hand, Song Chengguang finally couldn’t hold back and let out a pitiful cry.

"Mama!" The call wasn’t even pronounced correctly.

"Brother." Zhao Nan watched Song Chengguang helplessly, then hesitantly turned his pleading gaze toward Xu Xiuxiu, his eyes slowly welling up with tears.

Seeing this, Xu Xiuxiu put aside her schadenfreude and bent down to rescue the little guy from the laundry basin.

"Waah, Mama... bad," complained Song Chengguang. The foam had gotten into his eyes, causing him pain, and his little chin had received a light knock. It wasn’t broken, but it was red, indicating a rather severe bump. Xu Xiuxiu didn’t comfort the stinky kid much, but after seriously checking Song Chengguang’s condition, she found that the usually tearless Song Chengguang now couldn’t stop crying.

"Okay, Mama is bad," Xu Xiuxiu immediately agreed with Song Chengguang’s accusation, gently coaxing and carrying him into the specially separated washroom inside their home.

Zhao Nan, too, abandoned the laundry basin and anxiously followed Xu Xiuxiu, softly comforting Song Chengguang’s emotions, "Brother, don’t cry! A true man sheds blood, not tears. Our father is a soldier, and as the sons of a soldier, we must not cry either." While soothing, Zhao Nan pursed his lips seriously, glanced at Aunt Xiu Xiu still smiling, and uncontrollably wiped a cold sweat for his brother. Aunt Xiu Xiu’s smile was indeed too frightening!

Xu Xiuxiu’s true intention wasn’t to torture Zhao Nan and Song Chengguang. After all, the weather had turned cold, and she felt sympathy for the children. However, Zhao Nan had been unusually lively lately, with an elder brother’s presence that was now far from his usual calm, completely different. Although it’s not bad for a child to be lively, Xu Xiuxiu still thought it was necessary to correct his behavior. And Song Chengguang had undergone a significant change recently, his rebelliousness worsening severely. He used to be a proud, cleanliness-obsessed little boy, yet lately, for some reason, he had abandoned his cleanliness, mingling happily with Zhao Nan. Even occasionally playing with mud in the yard was tolerable since he was, after all, not even two years old!

But what truly was intolerable for Xu Xiuxiu was that the rascal, while playing with mud, also had to shape the mud into little balls the size of beans, and then sneakily hide them under the mattress in the house. Who knows how she felt when she went to change the sheets and found clumps of yellow mud beneath them. As a mother, she had become accustomed to tolerance and could accept it, but when the rascal knew that she had thrown away that lump of mud, he even gave her the silent treatment for a long time, pouting his mouth enough to hang an oil bottle. Xu Xiuxiu sternly declared that this was intolerable. She had to take compulsory punitive measures. She had to make Song Chengguang deeply realize the seriousness of the situation, which led to today’s punishment of washing the clothes.

With a resigned sigh, Xu Xiuxiu carried Song Chengguang into the washroom, poured water from the kettle in the kitchen into the washbasin, added some cold water to adjust the temperature, and then washed his little face clean.

After Song Chengguang had his face washed, no longer having foam on his eyes, mouth, or face, he finally stopped crying. The little fellow, quite temperamental, raised his hand and slapped Xu Xiuxiu’s shoulder with a smack, "Mama is bad, hmph!" After speaking, the little guy turned his head away with a hand on each cheek, making an annoyed face as if he had no intention of paying attention to Xu Xiuxiu.

Boom—Xu Xiuxiu felt the anger in her chest ignite instantaneously, completely out of control. Was this little brat learning how to challenge her fiery temper? The primal forces within her were utterly uncontrollable at this moment!

"Song Chengguang, it seems your audacity is growing," Xu Xiuxiu said through clenched teeth, embracing the little guy and turning to walk toward the neighboring hall.

Zhao Nan followed closely behind Xu Xiuxiu, "Aunt Xiu Xiu, don’t be angry, my little brother didn’t mean to hit you." Zhao Nan explained anxiously, fearing that Xu Xiuxiu would punish Song Chengguang again. Clearly, Zhao Nan was much better at reading Xu Xiuxiu’s mood than the little bean Song Chengguang.

"Stand properly." Xu Xiuxiu ignored Zhao Nan’s smooth talk, directly carried Song Chengguang into the central hall, and set him down so his small body faced the wall. "Song Chengguang, when you realize your mistake, you can stop facing the wall for reflection." Xu Xiuxiu demanded firmly.

Song Chengguang puffed up his little cheeks with tears floating in his eye sockets, his small mouth tightly closed, his little body stiff, but he didn’t speak.

Zhao Nan stood to one side, stupefied. Had Aunt Xiu Xiu really punished his little brother?

"Little brother, apologize to Auntie quickly," Zhao Nan came to his senses and immediately reminded Song Chengguang.

Song Chengguang turned to look at Zhao Nan and pursed his thin lips stubbornly, refusing to utter a word.

Xu Xiuxiu’s face grew even darker, and she took Zhao Nan by the hand, "Come on, Zhao Nan, let’s not bother with him. Follow me to change your clothes." Xu Xiuxiu forced herself to ignore the fact that Song Chengguang’s clothes were also soaked through and took Zhao Nan’s hand to go back inside and change.

Zhao Nan was quite self-sufficient and could dress himself neatly as long as Xu Xiuxiu prepared the clothes for him. So, Xu Xiuxiu didn’t actually help Zhao Nan change. While Zhao Nan changed inside, she stood not far from Song Chengguang, watching the little guy’s back.

The little guy was so distraught that he began to cry silently, sobbing, his little body shaking unsteadily, his mouth muttering, "Mommy is bad, bad, bad, bad, bad..." Song Chengguang accused repeatedly in a resentful tone, and then lost his balance and plopped down onto the floor.

Seeing this, Xu Xiuxiu immediately stepped forward and pulled the little guy up to stand properly, not allowing him to bluff his way through, "Do you admit your mistake? Is Mommy still bad?" Xu Xiuxiu asked, none too pleased.

"Bad," Song Chengguang somehow found the guts and shouted defiantly at Xu Xiuxiu.

Hey! What a brat! Xu Xiuxiu glared, frustrated, then turned and sat down on a nearby chair, starting to leisurely eat the crispy rice sticks she had gotten in exchange for rice. Crunch! The loud sound clearly showed Xu Xiuxiu that Song Chengguang’s little ears twitched at the sound of her biting into the crispy rice stick.

Xu Xiuxiu couldn’t help but smirk, then took another crispy rice stick and started biting into it. The crunching sounds were incredibly tempting!

Song Chengguang visibly wavered, his stubborn will instantly crumbling to bits!