When Song Song completely broke away from the man to find her dear baby son, it was already a few hours later.
Xiao Beibei was holding Little Xiyou in the living room, teaching him words. As Song Song walked over, she heard him say, "Didn’t I teach this just a few days ago? How can you be so dumb! You should rember after teaching once. Today I’ll punish you by making you write this word a hundred tis. You can’t sleep until you finish..."
As if to emphasize that he really was a very strict teacher, he added, "No crying allowed, crying is useless, I won’t soften my stance."
Song Song watched from behind, her mouth twitching a few tis. She knew very well how often she had seen him soften. Little Xiyou seed like his nesis. No matter how firm he spoke before, he would completely break character when facing Little Xiyou.
Ah, there’s always sothing to counter sothing else!
She quietly walked over to them, and as soon as Little Xiyou saw her, he respectfully called out, "Mom."
anwhile, Xiao Beibei just glanced at her indifferently, saying nothing and making no gestures, even quieter than usual.
This scene made Song Song feel a bit awkward, even afraid. She had thought that Xiao Beibei would show surprise or unease upon seeing her.
But nothing, just indifference—
As if she wasn’t his mother, not his biological mother.
"Beibei..." Song Song tentatively called out, "Do you, do you have anything you want to say to ?"
Xiao Beibei sat upright on the sofa, his small hands placed maturely on his knees, looking ahead as if suppressing sothing.
Song Song’s heart raced with nervousness, feeling almost breathless.
"I..." Xiao Beibei parted his lips, "If you have ti, I an if you have ti, tomorrow there’s a Mother’s Day event at school, and I’d like to invite you to join."
"Is it okay? Mom—"
Song Song was so emotional she nearly cried, knowing this was the first ti Xiao Beibei called her mom, no longer a dumb woman or silly woman, but mom—
He was her child, her biological son. They had missed so much ti, but she would be with him in the future.
"Son, can mom hug you?" she said, her eyes red.
Xiao Beibei pursed his lips, glanced at Little Xiyou beside him, and said seriously, "You can for now, but in a few years when I grow older, it won’t be possible. Although you’re my mom, you’re still a woman. I don’t want people to misunderstand."
Song Song: "..."
What kind of logic is this?
Why would people misunderstand a mom hugging her son?
No matter, she would hug him first.
Song Song directly pulled him into her arms, and soon saw Little Xiyou standing by, pouting, looking like he was angry—
She suddenly understood who "others" ant in Xiao Beibei’s mouth. These two little ones might steal a forbidden fruit in the near future!
As a mom, the kind whose son has a childhood bride, she felt like she would be worrying endlessly in the future.
Yet, this was just the beginning—
Because a month later, Song Song discovered she was pregnant again. Xiao Jinghuai was certainly delighted, but the most baffling thing was that Zhou Yijie was even more excited than her dear husband.
Those imrsed in happiness always feel ti passes quickly—
Eight months later, Song Song smoothly delivered a baby girl. As soon as the child was taken out of the delivery room, before Xiao Jing could reach out to hold her, Zhou Yijie had already taken the baby girl first.
Saying, "Guoguo, Guoguo, my Guoguo has finally returned."
At this ti, the butterfly-shaped birthmark on the little baby’s coccyx seed to flash with an eerie blue light.
Nad, Xiao Guo.
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