I Bacame the Mother of His Child-Chapter 35 - 34: Song Yuanhuan Drunk

The Song Family spent this Mid-Autumn Festival almost entirely in the hospital.

Song Yuantao had come out of danger, and the doctors also said that the patient was very lucky to have recovered so well and would not be paralyzed. However, he would need to rest well in the future, and he basically could no longer do any heavy or exhausting work. To this, the Song Family members still nodded continuously, expressing their gratitude. After all, the situation was so perilous at the time, the doctors had even issued a critical condition notice. Now, being able to keep his life was already a miracle.

During the day, Song Yuanhuan still stayed at the hospital to watch over Song Yuantao. At night, since Wang Qinghua was there, Song Yuanhuan would hand over the night watch to her.

The schools in the county did not have a holiday for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Song Yuan Yao and Song Yuanming had already asked for several days off, so they did not come back for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Only Mrs. Song and Mr. Song were left at home, along with Song Tianxin, who had no one to look after her, and Xu Xiuxiu, who was busy taking care of the meals and other domestic affairs for the whole family.

Although it seemed as if the family was still under a cloud, at least the storm had passed. Naturally, Xu Xiuxiu made the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner a bit more sumptuous.

When Song Yuanhuan returned from the county, he arrived just in time for the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner, as if he had timed it perfectly.

Seeing this, Mr. Song had Mrs. Song go out to buy a small bottle of white liquor, and father and son had a few drinks together.

Song Tianxin sat at the table, her normally lively nature calming down a lot recently due to Song Yuantao's situation, but not many people paid attention to it. When Song Yuan Yao was not in class, she would be concerned about Tianxin's mood. Once she left, the little girl turned into a sensitive young lady.

Xu Xiuxiu had tried to get close to her, to be a bit nicer to her, but for some reason, the little girl erected her small spines, clearly protesting her approach. Xu Xiuxiu didn't mind much; she just felt it was an adult's instinct to want to take care of her. But since the girl resisted her approach, Xu Xiuxiu wouldn't insist on clinging to her.

That evening, Song Yuanhuan drank quite a bit of alcohol, his dark, healthy skin revealing a drunken red tint, especially his ears, which looked like red lanterns hanging on his head.

"Song Yuanhuan, you better walk properly," Xu Xiuxiu, holding Song Chengguang, warned the man who was walking backwards facing her, a bit annoyed.

"Mhm," Song Yuanhuan squinted in response, but continued to walk backwards, his gaze occasionally sweeping over her with a soft, warm look.

Although he was clearly a bit drunk, he walked steadily, without staggering like a drunkard; clearly, the man had a good tolerance for alcohol. After all, he seemed unchanged from his usual self, except for his normally icy expression melting slightly into a silly smile, with even a tiny dimple appearing on his right cheek.

The atmosphere between the two was harmonious as they walked up to the front door of their home.

"Song Yuanhuan, open the door," Xu Xiuxiu intentionally threw the keys to Song Yuanhuan.

With a puzzled look on his face, Song Yuanhuan took the keys to unlock the door. Click, the lock snapped open, and Song Yuanhuan pushed the door in first.

"Daddy, drink drink," Song Chengguang, holding a rattle, called out to Song Yuanhuan as he walked in.

Hearing Song Chengguang's cries, Xu Xiuxiu gave the little guy in her arms a disapproving look. It was because this little one kept shouting drink drink at the dinner table, that Song Yuanhuan kept pouring drink after drink into his stomach. Was this little guy addicted to his own ability to urge drinking?

"Why is Cheng Guang being so naughty?" Xu Xiuxiu asked, carrying him into the house.

"Naughty," Song Chengguang, seeing Xu Xiuxiu respond to him, immediately showed a few of his white teeth, grinning and amusing Xu Xiuxiu greatly.

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The lights were on in the master bedroom. Xu Xiuxiu put Song Chengguang down on the courtyard ground and turned to shut the large courtyard gate.

Song Chengguang had become quite agile walking around now, taking more joyful steps than anyone else as soon as his little feet hit the floor, clutching a rattle and shaking it all the way to the main bedroom until he reached the small steps in the courtyard. His little short legs hesitated before giving up, "Daddy," he yelled at Song Yuanhuan inside the house in a loud voice.

Xu Xiuxiu closed the door and saw Song Chengguang standing at the top of the steps with a fearful expression, and her heart melted into a puddle.

Song Yuanhuan, having drunk a little too much, came out of the house without his shirt after hearing his son's cry. Seeing the little guy standing at the steps with a pleading look, he simply picked him up and tucked him under his arm.

"Song Chengguang, you are a man. You should solve this kind of thing by yourself in the future. I believe you could have climbed up the small steps," Song Yuanhuan felt deeply insulted by the little guy, experiencing a sense of frustration as if putting great talent to little use.

There was no helping it since the little tyke was becoming less and less considerate.

Usually, with Xiangxiang and Tiantian around, after tasting something yummy or finding something fun, he would offer his solicitousness to Xu Xiuxiu. If he found it unpleasant or boring, he'd shove it at him, this garbage can. When it came to poop or pee in his pants, he knew to cry out to his daddy, complaining of the stinky stink to Xu Xiuxiu. If he got gifts or toys, he'd brag and share them with Xu Xiuxiu, the differential treatment couldn't have been more obvious!

"It hurts to fall down," despite feeling uncomfortable being held under his dad's arm, Song Chengguang still pouted and protested.

Song Yuanhuan, hearing this, rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Real men bleed without tears, and it's okay to fall," he set the little guy onto the bed and reprimanded him through gritted teeth, believing that boys needed to be trained from an early age.

"No, no," Song Chengguang completely misunderstood Song Yuanhuan's words, but the little one just instinctively protested with his little neck raised.

"Looking for a spanking, are you?" Song Yuanhuan glared back as well.

Seeing that the father and son seemed on the verge of an argument, Xu Xiuxiu immediately jumped in to make her presence felt, "That's enough, stop reeking of alcohol near Chengguang, go take a shower."

"Shower," Song Chengguang echoed Xu Xiuxiu with a smile.

Song Yuanhuan, feeling helpless, bowed his head. A sense of helplessness at being bullied by the two of them welled up within him. Nevertheless, he obediently turned and left the room to wash up, even making the effort to heat up a big pot of hot water in the kitchen before doing so.

Song Yuanhuan took a combat shower outside with cold water, and after the cold shower, the alcohol in his system seemed to dissipate quite a bit. By the time he finished, the water he had heated in the kitchen was ready.

"I heated water for you; go take your shower!" Song Yuanhuan announced, entering the house with his head still dripping wet.

Xu Xiuxiu had tidied up the bedding and clothes and, after romping around with Song Chengguang on the bed for a while, was about to head to the kitchen to heat some water for a bath. Although the weather was still oppressively hot during the day, the nights were beginning to cool, and Xu Xiuxiu did not quite possess Song Yuanhuan's courage to bathe in cold water.

"Thank you," Xu Xiuxiu said, then began to strip Song Chengguang of his clothes.

She took the little one out of the room, fetched a big wooden tub from the small adjoining room, then rushed to the kitchen to fill it with hot water. Once she had thoroughly scrubbed the little one clean with a wash cloth, it was then Xu Xiuxiu's turn to wash up.

After a busy day, once she had bathed and allowed her hair to dry, it was already late into the night.

Lying on the wooden bed in his boxer shorts and having had a bit to drink, Song Yuanhuan fell asleep holding Song Chengguang. Xu Xiuxiu frowned slightly upon seeing this, but she still turned off the light and crawled into the inner side of the bed to sleep.