The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun

18 - The Move (1)

Cheng Huan had no idea what was going on with her little bun. All he did was pee in the bed, why was he overreacting so?

The little kid was bawling pitifully, and Cheng Huan felt that her heart ached. She pulled him out, kissed him on his forehead, and said, "Don't cry, baby. Of course mommy won't give you up. XingXing is mommy's favorite."

XingXing's eyes were red from the crying, and there were still droplets of his tears on his eyelashes. He rubbed his eyes and had another hiccup.

"Mommy is also... also XingXing's favorite." He pushed his little face over and planted a kiss on Cheng Huan's cheek. He repeated, "The most favorite."

Cheng Huan didn't have all of the original owner's memories, definitely not tedious, annoying details like the kid peeing the bed.

But the kid remembered all of them.

The last time XingXing peed the bed was when he was three-and-a-half years old. He could still remember the look on his mother. She pinched her nose, and her eyes were filled with disgust towards him. She shouted at him to stay away from her when he tried to walk over to her.

And she said to him, "What was I thinking when I gave birth to you?"

Adults always felt that kids wouldn't remember details and would say whatever they want in front of them. In reality, to a kid, some words would stay with them forever. They would even enter their dreams sometimes and became a nightmare that they wanted to get rid of but couldn't.

Within XingXing's very limited memories, mommy hated him a lot. He had no idea why she acted the way that she did, but he knew to flatter the person that he was closest to.

He didn't cry. He didn't fuss. He went to bed by himself. He dressed himself. He fed himself. What he really wanted to say was; look at how docile I am. Why don't you like me?

And then one day, the mother who never liked him suddenly loved him a lot. As happy as he was, he still felt very insecure deep down inside.

He worried that his mother would turn back to how she was before. She would stop talking to him or smile at him and send him back to the old place and not give him any food.

The more he liked his current life, the more he was afraid of going back to how it was before.

He had been on his best behavior and hoped that that day would never come.

But he made a mistake today.

Making a mistake meant he was no longer a good, little kid. A bad, little kid would be hated.

That was the thought process inside the little kiddo's mind. He assumed that his mother would turn back to how she was before and felt both unjust and scared.

If Cheng Huan had just ignored him, then he would never let his unjust and scared emotions show. He'd know that crying wouldn't do any good; in fact, he'd be scolded even more.

But now, in front of him, she was still the mother who'd talk to him, smile at him, and make him tasty food. All the negative emotions that had been hidden inside of him found a release all of a sudden and they came rushing out.

Being pampered made one fearless.

XingXing was being pampered. The more Cheng Huan wooed him, the more unjust he felt. When he finally stopped crying, he wanted to start again shortly thereafter.

Cheng Huan's heart ached beyond words. She tried everything that she could think of but she still couldn't get him to stop crying. She pulled him into his arms and said all sorts of comforting words to him. The little kid finally stopped after he had exhausted himself.

The soft, little body finally quiet down inside her arms, Cheng Huan let out a sigh secretly. She pulled out a tissue and wiped away the tears on the little kiddo. XingXing had been crying for too long and his eyes hurt. He leaned against Cheng Huan's chest with his eyes closed, grunting occasionally.

Cheng Huan's clothes were half wet from his tears but that didn't bother her too much. She carried the little kiddo into the kitchen, filled a bowl with porridge, and tried to feed it to him with a spoon.

"C'mon, open up and have some."

XingXing had cried for too long, and both his head and his eyes hurt. Nor did he have any appetite. With Cheng Huan feeding him, he had barely half a bowl before he shook his head and said he was full.

Cheng Huan didn't want to force him to have more than he could eat. She put the little kiddo onto the couch and went to get some food herself.