CHAPTER 333: CHAPTER 333: DON’T BULLY MY SON

What Xu Jingjing didn’t know was that after she dropped Song Chengguang off at daycare, he cleverly and adorably convinced the daycare teachers to call his dad in Imperial City during nap time at noon.

"Daddy, Mommy wants to make Chengguang sleep on the street." As soon as the call connected and he was sure that the person on the other end was Song Yuanhuan, Song Chengguang began to complain. He didn’t forget the real reason he was calling, even while talking to his dad, and at this moment, he also completely abandoned the principle he usually remembered about men not crying.

"..." On the other end of the call, Song Yuanhuan couldn’t help but find it amusing. He had been surprised to get a call from his son’s daycare, and now hearing what his son said, he immediately guessed what was going on, "Why is that? Did you provoke your mom and make her angry?" The cool dad asked his son in a cold tone.

"Daddy, Chengguang didn’t make Mommy angry." Song Chengguang continued to lament: "Auntie said Mommy loves Chengguang the most, which isn’t true! She doesn’t love me at all, she’s been forcing me to eat vegetable leaves since I was little, and won’t let Chengguang eat meat, she even gave Chengguang a buzz cut, and now she wants Chengguang to sleep on the street, am I a child that was picked up..." Song Chengguang’s voice grew more and more aggrieved as he spoke.

The little guy had always been smart and had a good memory, and now he remembered every rare instance when Xu Xiuxiu gave him trouble. But, making him eat vegetable leaves since he was little... Son, aren’t you barely four years old? Listening to his son’s complaints, Song Yuanhuan couldn’t help but twitch the corners of his mouth in silence.

"You’re not picked up, you’re the result of your dad’s hard work." Song Yuanhuan, used to life in the military and accustomed to off-color jokes, would occasionally make some, just never in front of Xu Xiuxiu—that woman was too thin-skinned.

"Alright then!" Song Chengguang didn’t ask how Song Yuanhuan had ’worked hard’, the little guy simply clenched his little fists in righteous indignation: "Daddy, can you call and scold Mommy? Otherwise, tonight Chengguang will have to sleep on the street with Little Huang." The little guy also knew how to use threats.

Sleep on the street? Hah, what a troublemaker!

"Who’s Little Huang?" Song Yuanhuan asked coldly, seizing on a key character.

"Little Huang is Chengguang’s little dog, yellow and very cute!" The moment he heard about Little Huang, Song Chengguang’s whole demeanor brightened significantly.

"A little dog?" It seemed he had found the criminal that had caused the conflict between the mother and her son.

"Yep, Chengguang was full after eating and went downstairs with Auntie for a walk. Little Huang just came out and followed Chengguang, howling and wanting to come home with Chengguang, so then Chengguang took Little Huang home to keep." Song Chengguang spoke clearly as he described the scene when he met Little Huang, remembering how Little Huang bit his trouser leg, and thought the little dog was very smart.

"..." Song Yuanhuan fell silent for a while.

"Chengguang likes Little Huang. Chengguang even wanted to bring Little Huang to school today, and Mommy got angry, saying she’d throw Chengguang and Little Huang out on the street together. Hmph, Chengguang was very unhappy when he heard that." Song Chengguang continued to grumble.

Meanwhile, Mr. Chu, who stood by watching Song Chengguang chatter away to his dad like a talkative child, was also quite astonished. After all, Song Chengguang had always been quiet and reserved in daycare, known as the cool little handsome guy. He never expected that the little handsome guy could also be quite the chatterbox depending on the company, which was truly interesting.

But when she heard the kid say he wanted to bring a yellow local dog to the nursery school, Mr. Chu was scared out of his wits. It was fortunate that Song Chengguang’s mother had the foresight to stop him, otherwise, what if the little dog ran into the nursery school and bit the other children? Besides, that little dog must be a stray, how unsanitary!

Thinking about it, after Mr. Chu found out that Song Chengguang’s call was to tattle, she felt that this little guy needed to be taught a good lesson.

"Chengguang, you can’t bully Mommy, you’re a man," Song Chengguang defended his wife with righteous indignation.

"Chengguang didn’t bully Mommy, Mommy bullied Chengguang," Song Chengguang felt so pitiful. He was clearly bullied by Mommy, yet his burly-legged Daddy was warning him not to bully Mommy. Was there no justice in the world? Being a son was so pitiful.

"Daddy, you’re bad too," pouted Song Chengguang, and with a smack, he hung up the phone in a huff.

When Song Yuanhuan saw that his son had hung up on him, he was immediately furious. Glancing at the time and guessing that Xu Xiuxiu would probably be at Soup City by then, he called over there. Sure enough, after the phone passed through several hands, he was delighted to finally hear his wife’s voice.

"Xiuxiu, don’t bully our son, he’s still little," Song Chengguang asked Xu Xiuxiu a few questions before he stated the main reason for his call, but his tone was laced with a thick chuckle.

"That little brat called to complain to you?" Xu Xiuxiu was a bit surprised but also felt it was just as expected. After all, Song Chengguang was a clever little rascal. Before his siblings were even born, he had learned how to make a phone call. Now that he had grown a bit and spoke more clearly, he remembered the number after she had dialed it in front of him just once. He was even so cunning that sometimes she herself would fall into the little traps he set.

"Mhm," Song Yuanhuan softly adjusted his voice, suppressing his laughter, "My dear, he’s still young. If you want to bully him, at least wait until he’s a bit older. Otherwise, if you can’t persuade him, just call me, and I’ll take care of reprimanding him," Song Yuanhuan fully exhibited the role of a father who should take part in educating the children, but Xu Xiuxiu, who knew Song Yuanhuan very well, didn’t believe a word of it.

Despite appearing cold on the outside, Song Yuanhuan, just like Song Chengguang, was typically a man of both, cold exterior but warm interior. Towards the three kids, including Song Chengguang, he was hardly ever a strict father. Even on the rare occasions when he was stern, it was simply his nature; his strictness was nothing compared to Xu Xiuxiu’s. Song Chengguang was not afraid of him at all, right?

"Fine, I won’t bully your son then," Xu Xiuxiu said, feeling frustrated.

"Mhm," Song Yuanhuan’s goal in calling was achieved, "Do you miss me?" Having dealt with his son’s complaint, Song Yuanhuan began to ease his own longing.

"Mhm," Xu Xiuxiu turned to glance at the construction workers outside and responded softly.

There was a silence on the phone for a while, and neither spouse spoke, but the harmonious atmosphere lingered.

"I’ll come to Imperial City after New Year’s Day," Xu Xiuxiu slowly spoke, having not told Song Yuanhuan her plans. She had originally wanted to surprise him after arriving in Imperial City, but she couldn’t resist making him happy now, so she confessed.

"Okay, I’ll wait for you," Song Yuanhuan said, barely concealing his excitement, and it took him a while to respond.