CHAPTER 410: CHAPTER 410: MR. SONG TEACHES HIS SON

"Okay, sleep with Mom," Xu Xiuxiu had just been crying by Little Moon, how could she refuse him now? Even if Little Moon asked to kick Song Yuanhuan out of the bedroom right now, she would do it without hesitation, gently coaxing him while she lay down on the bed with Little Moon in her arms, then carefully tucked in the corners of the blanket.

"Mm," Little Moon nodded contentedly, "Sleep with Mom." Her eyes, dampened by tears, shone brightly as she looked at Xu Xiuxiu, her little hand authoritatively circling Xu Xiuxiu’s slim waist, her little red nose twitching, "What about Dad?" Her voice was very small, like a mosquito, but Xu Xiuxiu was fully focused on Little Moon and naturally noticed the little guy’s worry.

"There, there, it’s alright," Xu Xiuxiu soothed instantly.

"..." Song Yuanhuan, as a military man, was extremely sharp, how could he not have heard his little son’s worried question, yet as he stood by the bedside with a frustrated expression, what he received was Xu Xiuxiu’s strong indulgence of their son, making him feel helpless about these two who obviously ignored him, "Xiuxiu," he called her name with a reminder in his tone.

Hearing Song Yuanhuan’s protest-filled call, Xu Xiuxiu turned to look at Song Yuanhuan, then hugged Little Moon, using actions to show him her decision, "Go to sleep! Mom will hold you." She bent down to kiss Little Moon’s forehead, then silently left half of the bed to Song Yuanhuan, "If you don’t like it, go sleep with your daughter." Xu Xiuxiu threw out a dangerous threat.

Although Song Yuanhuan was indeed biased towards his daughter, in his heart, no one could weigh more than his wife. Moreover, with Xu Xiuxiu being so domineering, Song Yuanhuan had no choice but to turn off the light, then move next to Xu Xiuxiu, full of grievances as he wrapped his arms around her.

Feeling the warm and solid chest pressing against her back, Xu Xiuxiu’s lips curled up slightly, and then she peacefully embraced Little Moon and closed her eyes. The bedroom once again was quiet as the lights turned off, and Little Moon, who was quietly lying in Xu Xiuxiu’s arms, stealthily opened his eyes, his lips curling up slightly as he snuggled further into Xu Xiuxiu’s embrace.

With her eyes closed, the smile on Xu Xiuxiu’s lips grew deeper.

...

After the thunderstorm, the night was cool, devoid of the usual heat. Even with Little Moon, who felt like a little fireball, in her arms and a huge furnace pressing at her back, Xu Xiuxiu still slept very well, all through until dawn.

At the break of day, Song Yuanhuan, triggered by his biological clock, woke up and turned his head only to see a little mischief-maker who was clearly awake but immediately closed his eyes pretending to sleep when he looked at him, whereupon Song Yuanhuan leaned down to kiss Xu Xiuxiu’s forehead, then shirtless, he got out of bed and moved to the other side of the large bed, grabbing the little mischief-maker.

Little Moon, with his lips pursed, feeling as if he were lifted into the air, immediately opened his eyes in surprise, and began to struggle with his arms and legs, "Behave yourself, if you wake your mom up, I’ll thrash you." Song Yuanhuan picked up the little guy with not much warmth, and threatened by his ear with bared teeth.

"..." Little Moon’s attempts to struggle froze, his voice of protest stuck in his throat.

Song Yuanhuan successfully took Little Moon out of the bedroom, and after the bedroom door was gently closed, Xu Xiuxiu, lying on the bed asleep, changed her sleeping position, her face still wearing a smile as she comfortably found a position then continued to sleep soundly.

Outside in the living room, Song Yuanhuan directly carried Little Moon, placing the trembling boy on the coffee table next to the sofa, then sat himself on the sofa, his gaze deeply fixed on his small son, whose little feet just reached the edge of the table, head hanging down, lips tightly pursed.

"Do you know that your mom is my wife?" Song Yuanhuan spoke with unusual authority.

"Mm," Little Moon nodded, shoulders hunched as he admitted.

"Do you know that she is my wife, and yet you still hog her, fussing and clamoring to sleep with Mom? Are you trying to compete with Dad for her?" Yuanhuan’s voice had already begun to sound clenched in anger.

"..." Little Moon sulkily pouted, "I want to sleep with Mom." His voice was already tinged with tears, and ultimately he was still young; Yuanhuan’s calculating demeanor somewhat intimidated him.

"..." Yuanhuan took a deep breath to compose himself.

"You’re a boy; you will have your own wife in the future, so you can’t compete with Dad for Mom, and you can’t sleep with Mom. Mom belongs to Dad alone, do you understand?" There was a pause in the air before Yuanhuan spoke earnestly, trying to make Little Moon understand word by word.

"I don’t want a wife, and I won’t want a wife in the future; I just want Mom." Little Moon said defiantly, lifting his head with tearful eyes and stubbornly meeting Yuanhuan’s gaze.

"She is my wife." Yuanhuan, annoyed, reached out to grab the youngster’s pajama collar, then easily flipped him so he was facedown, bottom up, and firmly smacked Little Moon’s bottom, "Will you be able to sleep on your own in the future?"

"..." Little Moon, stubborn as well, turned quite obstinate.

Smack, Yuanhuan, heart hard, gave Little Moon’s bottom a slap, controlling the strength so it was actually quite light; but Little Moon, struck by the blow, instantly felt very wronged and laid across Yuanhuan’s thighs crying, starting to ramble, "I want Mom, I just want to sleep with Mom, Daddy is bad, so very bad."

"You..." Yuanhuan felt like he was about to explode with anger. He picked up Little Moon and sat him face to face on his lap, seeing two little streams on his tiny face, "No crying." He said, the crying giving him a headache.

"..." Little Moon silently glanced at Yuanhuan and sniffled, apparently trying to control his tears but clearly not very successful.

"If you cry again, believe it or not, I’ll spank you again." Yuanhuan, head aching from the little guy’s crying, continued to threaten.

Besides, letting Little Moon continue crying like this might wake his wife up. And once she found out he was disciplining their son early in the morning, she would explode with fury!

"Spank me then! I’ll tell Mom afterward." Little Moon bravely retorted.

"Hey, you still want to tattle to Mom?!" Yuanhuan suddenly realized that this little son was much more difficult to handle than his eldest son had been.

"Hmph, Daddy is a villain, a big villain." Little Moon stubbornly turned his head away, refusing to compromise.

Yuanhuan felt he must spank this naughty boy again, but just as he was about to raise his hand to spank Little Moon again, a bark sounded. Little Huang, large in size, bounded over and stood in front of Little Moon, barking boldly at Yuanhuan.

"Little Huang, you’re so good." Little Moon, seeing Little Huang act this way and knowing that Little Huang was protecting him, immediately excitedly hugged Little Huang’s head and climbed from the coffee table onto Little Huang’s back. Little Huang, having been in the house for several years and very intelligent, knew that only the lady of the house could rein in Yuanhuan. Carrying Little Moon, he dashed straight into the master bedroom.