I Bacame the Mother of His Child-Chapter 94 - 93: Late Night Confessions

This time, Song Yuantao’s initial idea of divorce was ultimately abandoned under Song Tianxin’s tearful commotion. After all, the Song Family was not known to be heartless or unfeeling. In this era, many couples, even if they no longer had feelings for each other, would still live together out of obligation to their children and their responsibilities. As long as Song Yuantao and Wang Qinghua could bear it, they would most likely continue to tolerate each other.

Xu Xiuxiu wasn’t surprised by this outcome. In fact, from the moment she heard Song Yuantao proposing divorce, she knew this would be how it ended, especially since getting a divorce was not that simple during this era. Particularly in the remote Song Family Village, where the divorce rate had been zero. That is to say, ever since the Song Family had settled in Song Family Village hundreds of years ago, no couple had successfully divorced. Although everyone knew there were plenty of couples who were married in name only, for Song Yuantao to break this no-divorce tradition and become the first case, it was bound to be an uphill struggle.

However, regardless of everything, today could also be considered as a day to give Wang Qinghua a reality check, and she might behave more subdued for a while.

After having dinner together at the Song family home, the couple decided to return to their own house. Their mother, Mrs. Song, had taken Song Yuan Yao to do a major cleaning there while they had gone home for the New Year’s Eve celebration. Everything had been tidied up nice and clean, and now the family of three just needed to move in effortlessly.

The night road, with the snow cleared away to reveal the yellow mud path, was not easy to walk on. Song Yuanhuan, carrying Song Chengguang, led the way, while Xu Xiuxiu followed closely behind with an old flashlight that provided hardly a meter of light. Mrs. Song had handed her this vintage flashlight as they were leaving. It required two oversized batteries and gave off a feeble light that was only slightly better than some lighters.

Looking at the flashlight in her hand, which lit up only a tiny area, Xu Xiuxiu carefully followed behind Song Yuanhuan, and her usually calm heart began to harbor a slight worry.

Since coming to this world, Xu Xiuxiu had only used dim electric lights or candles. This was her first encounter with a flashlight from this era, and she realized that its quality, appearance, and performance were far inferior compared to the mountaineering flashlight she had given to the elder Xu Family. The contrast made the mountaineering flashlight seem overly sophisticated. Despite her explanation that it was purchased by Song Yuanhuan from a big city, the stark difference was evident, as modern flashlights seriously paled in comparison.

Xu Xiuxiu genuinely had not expected today’s flashlights to be this poor. She hadn’t thought it through at the time, and hoped that the elder Xu Family wasn’t the kind to show off. Otherwise, if the neighbors found out that they had such an advanced flashlight, Xu Xiuxiu feared she might inadvertently invite trouble upon herself.

As Xu Xiuxiu was pondering with furrowed brows, Song Yuanhuan, ahead of her, had already entered their home’s courtyard with Song Chen in his arms.

Little Song Chen, due to exhaustion, had already been dozing off during dinner at the Song family’s, and after being ruthlessly woken up by Xu Xiuxiu to eat some dinner, he had fallen asleep again. Song Yuanhuan carried him all the way home without the little guy showing any signs of waking up. freёweɓnovel.com

The firewood and the water reservoir were fully stocked, and the couple had washed up and quickly lay down to rest in bed.

In the pitch-black room with the lamp turned off, Xu Xiuxiu lay with her eyes open, watching the ceiling without falling asleep. Instead, she perked up her ears, listening to the occasional howling wind outside.

There was a significant difference between men and women physically, which Xu Xiuxiu often marveled at each time she was embraced by the furnace-like warmth of Song Yuanhuan, involuntary exclaiming at how nice it felt when the heat drove away the cold from her body.

"Are you angry?" Song Yuanhuan remembered the ordeal that had been caused by his sister-in-law, Wang Qinghua, earlier that day and quietly asked Xu Xiuxiu. They had just arrived home to face this frustrating issue. After all, Wang Qinghua really knew how to stir trouble. It was fortunate that Xu Xiuxiu had adamantly demanded a separation from the family. Otherwise, with the sister-in-law’s troublemaking nature, they might have lost half their lives within a few months. Song Yuanhuan particularly admired Xu Xiuxiu’s bold decision to insist on the separation.

"Not angry. What do I have to be angry about!" Xu Xiuxiu felt she was not being unreasonable. Wang Qinghua was clearly causing trouble on purpose. She came home for a peaceful New Year’s celebration; was it worth it to get upset with her? At most, they would reunite for a New Year’s Eve dinner the day after tomorrow. If it became too much, she could simply endure it until the holiday was over and then quickly pack up and smoothly head back to Z City. As Mrs. Song had said, out of sight, out of mind. Surely, Wang Qinghua couldn’t outlast her.

Moreover, considering today’s outburst from Mrs. Song, it was clear she had been holding back her anger for a long time. Although the issue was temporarily glossed over due to Song Tianxin’s crying and fussing, for Wang Qinghua, it was like having a time bomb installed. And trying to reconcile with her eldest brother, Song Yuantao, given Wang Qinghua’s temperament, seemed quite difficult. So, once the next mother-in-law and daughter-in-law battle erupted, she might no longer be related to her by marriage. If so, why should she be angry? Xu Xiuxiu felt quite open-minded about it; Wang Qinghua, clearly doomed to fail, wasn’t worth too much of her concern.

"Really?" Song Yuanhuan was somewhat surprised.

Aren’t all women supposed to be petty? With Wang Qinghua stirring so much trouble, how could his wife not be angry at all? That was surprising! Even he, as a man, was irritated by Wang Qinghua’s behavior.

"Really," Xu Xiuxiu rolled her eyes in the darkness. "I know why she acts like that. It’s because she’s inherently at a disadvantage! Look, she’s been married to our elder brother for nearly ten years and has only had the girl, Niuniu. Although our mother isn’t completely biased towards boys over girls, she inevitably hopes that our elder brother would have a son for support in old age. In our village, despite all the progressive slogans, ’boys and girls are the same!’ no one dares to say they don’t want a son to carry on the family line. Even my parents, after having four daughters, can’t confidently say they never wanted a son. How could thousands of years of patriarchy be easily washed away by a few slogans?" Xu Xiuxiu didn’t believe those slogans were effective; they were merely repeated for amusement.

Xu Xiuxiu shared her thoughts and then recalled the original situation when the real host hadn’t insisted on separating from the family. Often, a strong fishy smell would wake her up in the middle of the night, leaving her speechless. Thankfully, the original host had fiercely insisted on separating from the family; otherwise, she might have continued to suffer further from Wang Qinghua’s misguided remedies.