CHAPTER 452: CHAPTER 452: LIKING YOUR BAD SIDE

"..." Zhao Ziqi’s question made Wei Dafang stunned for a moment, her eyes instantly reddened, and only after a while did she manage to suppress the sourness at the tip of her nose. "Your father, he’s gone to a very far place, and he won’t be coming back. From now on, Uncle Song will be your dad. You must never say that again, do you understand?" Wei Dafang advised Zhao Ziqi with concern.

"Oh!" Upon hearing this, Zhao Ziqi let out a dejected "oh," and then her head drooped powerlessly.

Wei Dafang felt deeply heartbroken for her own daughter at this moment, but deep down, she still had the ingrained mindset of a rural woman. She knew that Zhao Ziqi was still young and that she desperately needed a father’s love, but her father was gone after all, and she had already remarried and started her own family. She would have more children in the future, and so she had to make her daughter understand the harsh realities. Naturally, she did not soothe her daughter’s emotions, thinking that over time, she would eventually come to terms with it on her own.

"Xiaoqi, can you promise Mom that you’ll never say that again after today, okay?" Seeing Zhao Ziqi like this, Wei Dafang bent down worriedly and pleaded.

Zhao Xiaoqi looked up at Wei Dafang with tearful eyes, then nodded with red eyes. After receiving Zhao Xiaoqi’s nod of agreement, Wei Dafang finally breathed a sigh of relief and then sent Zhao Ziqi out of the kitchen.

...

Song Yuanhuan and Xu Xiuxiu settled the three children down. Because of the fatigue from the journey, the children soon fell asleep quietly, not even needing a bedtime story, already snoring softly. Xu Xiuxiu, seeing this, also reassuredly rubbed the space between her eyebrows and went back to her own bedroom to rest.

"Wife." Song Yuanhuan, who had been drinking, still reeked of alcohol as he followed Xu Xiuxiu into the bedroom. Then he grinned and clung to Xu Xiuxiu, intending to hinder her from making the bed.

"What are you doing?" Xu Xiuxiu said, annoyed, giving him a disdainful glance before continuing to make the bed, then started to get her nightwear ready to change and rest.

"Wife, I drank too much, and now I feel dizzy," he lamented pitifully.

"Oh! Weren’t you just fine a moment ago?" Xu Xiuxiu nodded skeptically. "How come the moment we get into the room you start feeling dizzy?"

"Wasn’t I just concerned not to disturb the kids? My head hurts, don’t you want to rub it for me?" Song Yuanhuan asked through gritted teeth, his tone full of self-pity.

Xu Xiuxiu resignedly turned her head. "Rub where?" Her tone was helpless, but after asking, she still extended her hand to rub his temple, hoping to alleviate his intoxication.

"Rub here." Song Yuanhuan mischievously grabbed Xu Xiuxiu’s hand and led it to certain areas that easily caught fire. "Wife, it’s been five days! He misses you a lot!" Xu Xiuxiu had been sick with a cold for five days, and he had been holding back his desire for exactly that long.

This lascivious man, he’s not young anymore, how could he still be so improper! Xu Xiuxiu was fed up thinking about it, then glared at him annoyed: "What’s wrong with five days? Song Yuanhuan, I haven’t recovered from my cold yet! Behave yourself," then she snatched her hand back indignantly and rolled her eyes at him.

"How am I behaving improperly?" Song Yuanhuan questioned with utmost innocence, having never thought that matters between a husband and wife were indecent. He visibly disagreed: "Wife, let’s hide under the quilt, I promise not to let you get cold, and maybe you can pass your cold to me, which might make you recover faster, right? There’s a saying back home that if you pass your cold to someone else, you’ll heal faster. I have a strong constitution, I’m not afraid of catching a cold, you just go ahead and pass your cold to me," Song Yuanhuan boasted confidently, all the while naughtily starting to fondle Xu Xiuxiu.

Wasn’t it this man who caused her cold in the first place? She wasn’t about to fall for that again, her rejection clear in a matter of moments: "Go away." Her tone was very stern.

"Wife!"

"Calling me ’wife’ won’t help, keep this up, and I’ll make you sleep on the floor," Xu Xiuxiu got angry. Normally, Song Yuanhuan wouldn’t dare say another word and could only reluctantly lie down on the bed in his clothes and then sulk.

Xu Xiuxiu saw this and didn’t say anything else, changed into her nightwear, went out to wash up, and then also got into bed, automatically and spontaneously snuggling into Song Yuanhuan’s arms for warmth.

"Xu Xiuxiu, you’re being irresponsible, stop flirting with me!" Song Yuanhuan reminded Xu Xiuxiu very seriously. Did this woman not know how much he missed her, yet she still provocatively cuddled into his arms. Was she trying to drive him insane?

"But I’m cold," Xu Xiuxiu rolled her eyes secretly, and then spoke in a pitiful voice to act spoilt, "You rub against me for coolness in the height of summer, and I can’t even seek you out to warm up in winter?" The tone was full of grievance. Humph, if it weren’t for the cold winter and the warmth he provided, she wouldn’t have taken the initiative to burrow into his arms!

How dare he even think of her!

"Ah! I give up on you!" A sigh of resignation came faintly from Song Yuanhuan, and then he stretched out his large hands and circled Xu Xiuxiu’s body, pulling her closer into his arms. As Xu Xiuxiu was held tight by him, she secretly laughed in his arms.

"Feeling warmer?"

"Yes," Xu Xiuxiu replied, extending her icy feet towards the warm nest of Song Yuanhuan’s legs.

"Don’t provoke me," Song Yuanhuan embraced Xu Xiuxiu while taking a sharp breath in. He didn’t find the coldness of her feet against his leg pit uncomfortable; instead, he felt it difficult to control himself in a particular area. He didn’t understand why this little woman, seemingly accidentally getting close, tormented him so much, making his muscles tense.

The point was, she was utterly oblivious.

"..." Xu Xiuxiu silently criticized Song Yuanhuan in her heart, feeling helpless at his constant supposition that she was flirting with him without taking responsibility.

"Yuanhuan, mom told me that before we came back yesterday, a house in the village collapsed," Xu Xiuxiu, after feeling helpless, chose to change the subject. The couple, huddled warmly under the covers, talked about ordinary family matters.

"Uh-huh, what about it?" Song Yuanhuan had actually heard a bit about it from his brother, but didn’t take it too seriously.

"Nothing, just that I’ve been secretly amused to know the collapsed house belonged to Granny Feng. Tell me, am I especially wicked for enjoying her misfortune so much?" Xu Xiuxiu spoke with a pensive tone. She was clearly too amused by her own thoughts and was worried she couldn’t control herself, so she turned to Song Yuanhuan to talk about it.

"Aren’t you wicked?" Song Yuanhuan teased in the dark, clearly affirming Xu Xiuxiu’s character. His deep, shining eyes twinkled, "But that’s exactly why I like your kind of ’wicked’." Saying this, his warm, thin lips turned to plant a kiss on her hair, then he held her even tighter.

"Hehe!" Upon hearing that, a certain little woman quietly laughed again.