I Bacame the Mother of His Child-Chapter 73 - 72: Take Action, Don’t Make Noise

"If we talk about promotions, this time’s opportunity is definitely He Jingzhi’s for the taking. After all, he has stayed in his current position for three years with no significant achievements, but also no mistakes. However, the higher-ups are paying great attention to this promotion and are not lifting people up purely by seniority, but are focusing on comprehensive personal ability. Ma Xiaohua is also somewhat aware of this matter, and she saw the chance for her man to climb up being knocked back down, how could she be happy? It’s only too normal for her to set up a few traps for you in secret." Yan Molin had an expression that suggested you should understand, which was completely at odds with her usual gentle demeanor.

Ma Xiaohua just happened to use the excuse of Zhao Nan’s facial scar to bring down Song Yuanhuan. Xu Xiuxiu felt so angry she thought her head would explode upon understanding, but seeing Yan Molin’s expression, she couldn’t help but be involuntarily drawn into a smile.

"Thank you for the heads-up," even though Xu Xiuxiu couldn’t fathom why Yan Molin was suddenly being friendly, she couldn’t deny that the information shared could save her a lot of trouble. At least it gave her some peace of mind and would prevent causing Song Yuanhuan any trouble, especially at this critical juncture of promotions.

"You’re welcome," shrugged Yan Molin. She had been nearly oppressed to the point of losing her temper over the years but that didn’t mean she lacked one. She remembered the things Ma Xiaohua had done to her. "Revenge is a dish best served cold," although she, Yan Molin, was no gentleman, she vividly remembered the things Ma Xiaohua did back then and was waiting to slowly pay her back.

From Yan Molin, Xu Xiuxiu learned some details about the Military District, and her feelings were complex.

In her previous life, she had never thought that she would one day be connected to the military, and now, as a military wife living within the army, Xu Xiuxiu found it miraculous and wanted to cherish it. However, with her thoughts in disarray, she had just reached the bottom of the dormitory building when she unexpectedly heard Song Chengguang’s crying. Panicked, she climbed the stairs three at a time in haste.

When Xu Xiuxiu rushed into the room, she was startled by the sight of Lu Xiangxiang forcibly holding the gasping, sobbing Song Chengguang on a bunk bed, "You little stinker, I’m warning you, stop crying," she said, raising her hand gently to stroke Song Chengguang’s head. If it weren’t for Song Chengguang’s protesting sobs, it would look like a harmonious and loving mother-son scene.

"Lu Xiangxiang, what the hell are you doing?" Xu Xiuxiu was furious, her voice uncontrollably rising in a shout, not thinking twice before rushing forward to embrace the crying Song Chengguang.

"Wu wu... Mommy," Song Chengguang cried hoarsely as he saw Xu Xiuxiu, his little chubby hands instinctively reaching out towards her, looking pitiful.

"Auntie Xiu Xiu," Zhao Nan also saw Xu Xiuxiu appear at the doorway, wiping away tears and walking towards her, "Auntie, I’m sorry, I didn’t take good care of my little brother, I... she..." Zhao Nan was aggrieved and wanted to explain but didn’t know how to tell Xu Xiuxiu the situation unfolding before them.

He couldn’t beat that bad woman, and she was very fierce.

"It’s okay," Xu Xiuxiu calmly shook her head, shielding Zhao Nan behind her, "Nannan, go set the table, we’ll eat in a bit." As she said this, her gaze remained firmly on Lu Xiangxiang.

"Mm," Zhao Nan took the food container, warily glanced at Lu Xiangxiang, and then carefully walked towards the small dining table.

"Yo! You’re back." Lu Xiangxiang heard Xu Xiuxiu’s voice, looked up at her for a long while, and only spoke when she saw Xu Xiuxiu approaching her, the tone dripping with sarcasm, "I mean, what kind of mother are you? Leaving your child at home unattended. Look at him, he’s been crying his eyes out. How can your heart be so cruel! People wouldn’t know he’s your own if they didn’t know better." Lu Xiangxiang sounded like she was scolding Xu Xiuxiu, as if she were the lady of the house and Xu Xiuxiu was merely the nanny, and right now, she was reprimanding the incompetent nanny.

Ha! Xu Xiuxiu looked at Lu Xiangxiang and couldn’t help but curl her lips into a cold sneer. Was this woman sick in the head? She had no clue what had gotten into her, for her to suddenly make a scene in her home and bully her son. Dammit, who had indulged in this crappy habit? It made one itch to give her a smack.

"Cheng Guang, come to Mommy," Xu Xiuxiu soothed her son’s emotions, reaching out to rescue Song Cheng Guang from Lu Xiangxiang’s arms.

"You don’t know how to take care of a child, Xu Xiuxiu. Leave it to me!" Lu Xiangxiang, holding onto Song Cheng Guang, turned in a circle to avoid Xu Xiuxiu’s outstretched hand, clearly having no intention of giving Song Cheng Guang back to her.

Shit! Was this some mistake? She, Xu Xiuxiu, was definitely the mother of Song Cheng Guang, legally and rightfully. What did it mean for Lu Xiangxiang to say she didn’t know how to take care of the child, ’leave it to me?’ Who did she think she was? Moreover, Lu Xiangxiang acted as if she was Song Yuanhuan’s woman, as if she was Song Cheng Guang’s mother—what was up with that? It was absurd that she, Xu Xiuxiu, felt like she was the one coveting Lu Xiangxiang’s man and son.

Xu Xiuxiu felt like millions of "grass-mud horses" were rampaging in her mind. Looking at Lu Xiangxiang, her eyes were as if glaring at a pile of crap. She wanted to hurl all the ugly words at Lu Xiangxiang, but facing such a nerve-wracking, cuckoo, shameless woman, Xu Xiuxiu deeply felt that she was outmatched, completely unable to contend with Lu Xiangxiang’s shamelessness and audacity.

"Lu Xiangxiang, if you’re sick, go get treated, and stop freaking out in front of me like a rabid dog," Xu Xiuxiu’s manners were spent, her face dark as she stared at Lu Xiangxiang with a tone that could freeze someone solid. It was taking all her willpower to keep her temper in check and not slap Lu Xiangxiang back to her senses.

"What do you mean, Xu Xiuxiu? Are you provoking me? Believe it or not, I can strip you of everything," Lu Xiangxiang asked with an unsatisfied expression as if she was very unhappy with Xu Xiuxiu’s choice of words.

Was this woman’s IQ in the negatives? Geez! Xu Xiuxiu rolled her eyes grossly, ignoring her question, and reached out again to embrace Song Cheng Guang, but Lu Xiangxiang once again dodged her hand while holding Song Cheng Guang.

"The person you’re holding, Lu Xiangxiang, is my son," Xu Xiuxiu raised her voice to remind Lu Xiangxiang, who seemed to have no limit to her brazenness.

"I know!" Lu Xiangxiang nodded in agreement, "But you’re not looking after him well. Isn’t it good that I’m kindly helping you out?" Lu Xiangxiang sounded as if she was perfectly justified.

Kindly helping out? He’s my son. The one who made him cry like this is you too. Damn it! It looked like there was no way to reason with this nutcase, Lu Xiangxiang. frёewebηovel.cѳm

"Slap—" Xu Xiuxiu stepped forward and crisply slapped Lu Xiangxiang, embodying the principle of ’better to lift a hand than to waste words.’