Chapter 581: Chapter 581

Bravely gathering his courage, he lifted his head and met Jiang Xiaoxiao’s gentle eyes, and Baozi deflated all at once.

"Mom, it was me who encouraged Tang Yuan to start the fire! I made fun of him for not being able to do anything, laughed at him for being afraid of being punished by his parents, and that’s why he did it."

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn’t speak for a long time.

Baozi closed his eyes, knowing nobody likes children who do bad things.

"I’ll leave right away, I won’t lead Tang Yuan astray."

The other moms were the same toward him; nobody likes bad children.

He is truly a bad child through and through.

Jiang Xiaoxiao turned away, shoulders slumped.

Baozi pouted, knowing he’d be sleeping on the street tonight.

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t slept there before.

Maybe by pretending to be a homeless child, a kind person might take him in for a night.

Of course, it could also be a human trafficker.

Even traffickers could take him in.

Jiang Xiaoxiao’s small body was enveloped in a warm embrace, and Baozi was dumbfounded, foolishly turned around by Jiang Xiaoxiao.

Dazed, he stared at Jiang Xiaoxiao.

"Baozi, Mom knows you’re just jealous that Tang Yuan has parents who love him. In the future, you don’t need to be jealous of him! You are just like him! Both of you are our sons, and from now on, you are my Jiang Xiaoxiao’s son.

We plan to go to the police station tomorrow to investigate your situation, and if we really can’t find your parents, we will adopt you until you turn eighteen."

The small child’s shoulders suddenly began to shake.

Wet tears soaked Jiang Xiaoxiao’s clothes, and the small body cried and curled up.

Jiang Xiaoxiao’s eyes were wet.

A month later, they had another family member, Song Ziyi.

Jiang Xiaoxiao had another son.

Both Old Sir Song and Old Mrs. Song thought it was wonderful.

Tang Yuan had an older brother, about a year older than him.

The two children were so excited in the room that they almost made the bed collapse.

Jiang Xiaoxiao hugged her two sons, kissing the little face on the left, kissing the little face on the right.

The two chubby heads squeezed in, desperately hugging Jiang Xiaoxiao and kissing her.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was pushed over onto the bed by them.

The three of them became a bundle of laughter.

After the two sons played until they were exhausted and fell asleep, Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting closed the door and returned to their bedroom.

At the moment of entering the room, he didn’t give her any time to think and carried her onto the bed.

Her heart beat fiercely within her chest cavity.

She let out a soft cry, but he deepened the kiss.

Under his bold and seductive assault, he quickly cast her into a blaze.

Even as she tried to twist away to escape his hands, he was relentless.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was exhausted, left weak and only able to pant.

She drifted into a sleepy state, hardly noticing as he carefully separated their bodies to lie beside her.

Before long, the light went out, and she sensed the cool darkness as he pulled up the sheet and placed her onto the bedding.

Instinctively, she nestled into his embrace, resting her head in the crook of his shoulder, placing one hand on his chest, feeling the intense heartbeat beneath her fingers.

This was the first time in a while that she’d felt any sense of calm.

It wasn’t until who knows how much later that she noticed his hand moving over her body with purpose.

He asked, his voice low and tense.

She replied politely, then listened to a low chuckle as he covered her again.

Song Moting lay in the darkness, feeling her nestle at his left side.

Her head resting on his shoulder as she slept, breathing against his chest.

Her soft body pressing closely against his ribs.

He couldn’t resist lightly tracing the silky curve with the back of his fingers.

When Jiang Xiaoxiao entered the house, she heard Jiang Xin crying inside.

Fan Xiuying was criticizing her.

"Get some ice on your face quickly, can you even show yourself like that? Just wearing a scarf, like others are blind, couldn’t see you when you entered? What kind of looks were those from the neighbors? What happened this time? Didn’t Dazhuang promise not to lay hands on you again? How come he hit you again?"

Fan Xiuying felt a hundred times uncomfortable whenever she mentioned this son-in-law.

Jiang Yue advised, "Mom, don’t talk to her like that for now. Let her explain clearly, what on earth happened? No matter what, you can’t resort to hitting, how can a grown man lay hands on a woman? Look at what he did to your face, come, let me check you over."

Saying so, she started to lift her clothes.

Jiang Xin hurriedly tried to stop Jiang Yue’s hands.