I Bacame the Mother of His Child-Chapter 63 - 62: Song Chengguang’s High Fever

Song Chengguang’s tiny body twisted and settled down quietly, but after a short while, those little feet moved again, and his body quietly shifted towards Xu Xiuxiu, "Mommy." Song Chengguang looked at Xu Xiuxiu with tear-blurred eyes, looking ever so pitiful.

Xu Xiuxiu watched the little fella for quite some time, "Come here!" she called out to Song Chengguang, her tone much softer.

It was really because this stinker was too cute; whenever he put on that pitiful act, she was powerless to resist. Every time she punished him, she had to psych herself up, or else she’d surely give up halfway. Besides, it was getting cold now, and the little fella’s clothes were still damp. She was worried that staying like this for too long would cause problems. She couldn’t afford to trade the minor for the major.

"Mommy." Song Chengguang’s mood immediately lifted, and he scampered towards Xu Xiuxiu on his little short legs before faithfully hugging her shins.

This child had a habit of hugging shins!

Xu Xiuxiu’s lips quivered slightly, and she reached out to stuff the crispy rice snack she was holding into the little guy’s mouth. Song Chengguang instantly took a big bite, cracked a satisfied smile, and only then did Xu Xiuxiu bend down to pick him up and walk into the bedroom.

Zhao Nan had struggled to change his clothes, and just as he was about to rush into the living room to rescue his little brother from hardship, he saw Xu Xiuxiu carrying Song Chengguang into the room. She swiftly stripped the little guy’s clothes off and wrapped him in a huge bath towel from nearby.

"Nannan, can you watch your brother for a bit while Auntie goes to heat some water to give your brother a rinse?" It was a must to give Song Chengguang a hot bath, or with his constitution, it would be easy for something to go wrong.

"Mhm." Zhao Nan turned around swiftly, displaying the packed-up toy box and moving the tin frog, rattle, little gun, and a big box of clay all in front of Song Chengguang.

Recently, Song Chengguang had been very interested in soft objects that he could manipulate, squish, flatten, and roll, like mud and clay.

"Brother, shall we make a little dog?" Zhao Nan suggested, scooping a large spoonful of clay out of the box and rolling it back and forth between his hands, intending to shape a dog’s body before moving on to the head, ears, and limbs.

"Arf arf?" Song Chengguang puckered his lips and imitated a dog’s bark.

"Yes, let’s make a ’woof woof’ together." Zhao Nan smiled and quickly pinched out a shape that didn’t quite resemble anything specific.

Seeing this, Song Chengguang grabbed a handful of clay and earnestly began to pinch a pile of little beans. Zhao Nan frowned at Song Chengguang’s efforts, "Brother, can you pinch two dog ears?" Looking at the few clay pieces the size of beans in Song Chengguang’s hand, Zhao Nan’s mouth twitched several times, his expression too adorable for words in its suppressed dismay.

Song Chengguang looked at Zhao Nan with a blank stare upon hearing this, then stubbornly pinched the clay into piles of beans, and finally, looking at Zhao Nan’s deflated expression, he giggled triumphantly, his little face showing the smug delight of having teased someone else.

By the time Xu Xiuxiu came back to the room with the hot water ready, Zhao Nan and Song Chengguang had already torn a whole box of clay to shreds. The two were thoroughly enjoying their crafting, to which Xu Xiuxiu approached and, with a hint of irritation, picked up the naked but quite content Song Chengguang to take him to the washroom. The little guy loved taking hot baths, always laughing more radiantly than usual whenever he was bathed.

By the time Xu Xiuxiu had finished bathing Song Chengguang and sent him back to his room, Zhao Nan had already independently completed a piece of work, a little dog that didn’t quite resemble one appeared. Song Chengguang, now dressed in his home clothes, chattered noisily as he approached, "Let me see." After finishing his sentence, he reached out to grab the little dog, successfully destroying the creation.

Zhao Nan’s face instantly darkened, the sadness and disappointment on his face impossible to conceal, and a faint hint of tears even floated in his eyes.

Xu Xiuxiu was filled with distress but, seeing that Song Chengguang had no idea what he had done wrong, she felt quite helpless, "Nannan, don’t be sad, okay? Tomorrow, auntie will buy you a new box of modeling clay, the kind with stamps, and then we won’t let your little brother play with it, okay? Then you’ll be able to make even more cute little animals." Xu Xiuxiu rubbed Zhao Nan’s head to comfort him.

Zhao Nan shook his head, "It’s okay, auntie, I’m not sad," his tone heartbreakingly despondent.

"Good, our Nannan is the best!" Xu Xiuxiu agreed, then saved what was left of the destroyed little dog creation, "Both of you be good. Song Chengguang, you must not bully your brother, understand? I’m going to make dinner now, okay?" Xu Xiuxiu instructed, then warily warned Song Chengguang, clearly anxious.

Song Chengguang didn’t understand at all what his mother had said, only knowing that the expression she had before she left was a bit scary, but the next moment he resumed playing recklessly, kneading a piece of modeling clay here and there, and before long, the little guy lay on the bed, sound asleep.

Seeing his little brother asleep, Zhao Nan also quieted his movements, cautiously approached to cover him with a blanket, then turned to the small table at the side and began to work with the modeling clay.

Meanwhile, Xu Xiuxiu had efficiently prepared dinner and was ready to call the two children to eat. Upon entering the room, she saw Zhao Nan alone, quietly playing with the modeling clay, while that impish Song Chengguang was already fast asleep, wrapped in a light blanket, his little face flushed.

"Shh, auntie, be quiet, don’t wake up little brother," Zhao Nan hissed with his index finger raised as Xu Xiuxiu walked in, then looked at her with a conflicted expression, "Auntie, have you finished cooking? Should we wake up little brother for dinner?" Zhao Nan hesitantly looked toward the sleeping Song Chengguang.

Xu Xiuxiu nodded. If she didn’t wake up little Song Chengguang, she’d be the one getting disturbed in the middle of the night. With that thought, she moved toward Song Chengguang, "Little lazy pig, time to get up and eat." Xu Xiuxiu gently pinched the little guy’s cheek, but the heat she felt upon contact gave her a shock. Her heart plummeted into a valley, and anxiously, she pressed her forehead against Song Chengguang’s.

The obvious heat from his forehead made Xu Xiuxiu’s face turn pale. She was worried that what she had been dreading all afternoon had actually happened—Song Chengguang had come down with a high fever.

"Nannan, little brother has a high fever, I need to take him to the hospital now. Can you stay home and eat dinner by yourself?" Xu Xiuxiu picked up the sleeping Song Chengguang, reached for a thin blanket on the side to wrap around his small body, then turned to ask Zhao Nan.

"Auntie, I’ll go to the hospital with you," Zhao Nan said, his little face turning pale, tugging at the hem of Xu Xiuxiu’s clothing, his face full of resolve.

"Nannan, hospitals have lots of viruses, it’s not good for children. Can you stay home? I’ll call your aunt in a little while to come stay with you?" Xu Xiuxiu frowned, looking at Zhao Nan for a moment. Honestly, she didn’t want Zhao Nan to come to the hospital with her. Hospitals weren’t places for children, plus with Song Chengguang already ill, if Zhao Nan came down with something else, she’d be even more overwhelmed.

"Auntie, I’m worried about little brother. Please let me come with you!" Zhao Nan pled with a troubled face.

"Okay then. You come with me to the hospital now, and later I’ll call your aunt to come and pick you up from there." Xu Xiuxiu really couldn’t rest easy with Zhao Nan at home alone. After all, this wasn’t the Military District, and safety was still an unknown factor. It’s better to be safe than sorry.