Husband, Please Divorce Me! - Chapter 38

When his gaze touched upon Su Tang’s glaring eyes, Song Shian returned to his senses and then sternly said to Xuan Zi, “I’ll have to count on you in the future!”
“Okay, father let me take the responsibility,” Xuan Zi suddenly felt spirited and proud to be trusted for the duty, he then reinforced as he nodded, “I will take good care of my younger siblings!”

Pondering over it, he looked at Su Tang in confusion, “But mother, if I’ll have to teach my siblings, then what about you?”
“Uh, I… ah? Me? I’ll eat, drink, play, sleep. Haha… Haha…” Su Tang smiled. Only God knew what she’d be doing at the time. By then, she’d have parted with this ‘cold-pan noodles’ for many years already.

Well, cold-pan noodles (Song Shain) would have many children, but it had nothing to with the lives of others; similarly, it wouldn’t have anything to do with her either…
“Oh, yes,” Su Tang thought of something, “As compensation for worrying me and making me angry, you’ll have to accompany me to sleep tonight.”
The treatment must be thorough to the roots. Pull Xuan Zi with her and accompany him in sleeping so that he wouldn’t think about the incident any longer.
Song Shian and Xuan Zi were both flabbergasted.

Song Shian thought, how am I supposed to make siblings for Xuan Zi if he will be sleeping with us?
Xuan Zi thoughts were different. He had been sleeping alone since he was young, but in fact, what he really wished for was to sleep along with his parents!

When he caught sight of Su Tang’s piercing gaze again, Song Shian turned his head and said, “Well, then the three of us will sleep together tonight.”
Now it was Su Tang’s turn to be dumbfounded. Hey! I was suggesting you sleep in the study room, the study room!
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It was night time, Xuan Zi had a fragrant bath before crawling into Su Tang’s bed. He watched her soften the pillow beside him as he laid down carefully.
The bed was warm, the fragrance on his mother’s body, and little Xuan Zi wanted to happily bubble on the inside. Su Tang looked at Xuan Zi, who was as fair and tender as a steamed bun, she then lovingly hugged and kissed him. When Song Shian entered the room after washing up, he was greeted by the scene of a ‘mother and son’ rolling into a ball.

Watching Su Tang grinning and laughing, and Xuan Zi whose smile beamed like the sun, Song Shian’s lips couldn’t help but let a faint smile.
After playing for a while, Xuan Zi quickly fell asleep with a smile hanging on his lips. Su Tang gently draped the quilt on him and said to Song Shian, “Look, how good he is. You will father many children in the future, so don’t let people bully him!”

Cold-pan would never abuse Xuan Zi, but who knew what kind of woman he would marry.
Song Shian understood what Su Tang was insinuating and was left speechless. She still wanted to leave right now!
Three people, two quilts. When Xuan Zi was asked with whom he’d want to share a quilt with, he had decisively chosen Su Tang and now was now sandwiched in the middle.
Even though the bed was quite big, Song Shian didn’t dare move. Xuan Zi was too young and he was afraid that his weight would crush the child if he turned over. He looked at Su Tang again, only to find her motionlessly in sleep.

Of course, Su Tang didn’t dare move either. It wasn’t obvious while she was playing with Xaun Zi earlier, but now that she’d calmed down, her stomach hurt terribly. In the end, she couldn’t help but hum to try and relieve the pain.

Hearing her hum, Song Shian stood up and looked at her with a grave expression. He frowned and then asked, “What’s wrong with you?”
Thinking of the suspicious blood during the day, his voice became deeper, “Where did you get hurt?”
Su Tan heard him ask again, and gave him a weak glance and replied, “This old lady is internally injured.”
Internally injured? Song Shian was puzzled, “But the bleeding is obvious.”
Su Tang really didn’t have the strength to speak, “I was injured being angry at you!”

…
Su Tang’s expressions contorted and intensified in pain, as cold sweat began to transpire on her forehead. She started to rub her belly and said, “Bring me the brown sugar water on the table.”
Although the brown sugar water had no fundamental effect on her, what it did do was numb down her pain just by a bit.

cried out painfully, “God, why do only women menstruate, why not men? Unfair, this is so unfair!”
Song Shian’s fingers froze and the corner of his mouth began to twitch.
After a while, he said, “Will it keep hurting?”

“Hmm.” Song Shian watched her as she kept rubbing her belly, and asked, “Does that make it better?”
“Hmm.” Su Tang was unable to speak due to pain. When she was at her maternal home, Xi Que would rub her belly for her until she fell asleep. She’d then be alright, but this time she needed someone to rub her belly too!

Song Shian thought for a while, then picked up Xuan Zi and placed him on the innermost side of the bed. Then he pulled Su Tang to his side of the bed, stretched his large hand, and slowly began to rub her belly.

When the warm and strong palm touched her lower abdomen Su Tang felt like she was being struck by lightning. She looked at Song Shian, who was expressionlessly rubbing her belly. She wanted to say something but nothing came out of her wide-open mouth.

He… He… did he take the wrong medicine?
When Song Shian untied and opened her jacket and reached in his large hand, Su Tang immediately protested and said, “What are you doing?!” He wants to take advantage of
me!

Song Shain’s face blackened. “The clothes are too thick.” Su Tang forgot to move, and she was finally convinced that the cold-pan noodle had truly taken the wrong medicine, otherwise, how could he be so good to her!

But… but… it felt really comfortable to be rubbed by him! His palm was hot and the pain had begun to recede gradually!
When Su Tang was feeling comfortable, Song Shian felt uncomfortable. A woman’s lower abdomen was smooth, flat and soft, and it was very comfortable to touch, and the upper abdomen felt even smoother.

Song Shian thought of the fullness of those two places, and his dragon slowly began to rouse from its sleep. He pressed his palm down in order to keep it from rising any further, feeling that he was seeking nothing but trouble.

Su Tang slightly felt the ragged breathing of the man next to her, and when her body stirred slightly and accidentally touched the hard, iron-like rod seeking out of his body, she was shocked:
“What are you planning to do? You can’t wash the silver gun with Jade blood!2”