Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby Chapter 1193 Bonus : Married Life

The same dream returned to Song Yaoyao once more. In this vision, she was becoming the wife of Huo Yunque.

Standing below the wedding stage, her brother’s expression was dark and somber. He watched with clear displeasure as their father grasped her hand, guiding her across the long carpet to deliver her to another man. His gaze was heavy with reluctance.

Noticing his mood, her mother offered a comforting pat on her brother’s back while looking toward the stage with a face full of pride and satisfaction.

Time had been kind to her mother, who remained as radiant as ever. Despite being over fifty, her life of being cherished by her husband and blessed with a devoted child had kept her well-maintained. Free from the burdens of stress, she possessed the clarity and beauty of a woman barely thirty, her eyes untainted by the passing years.

The young priest overseeing the ceremony flashed a smile that instantly captivated every young woman in attendance.

Beneath the glow of the crystal chandelier, the necklace around his neck shimmered brilliantly.

He posed the question, "Are you willing?"

"I am willing..."

The gentle light of the morning sun drifted into the room, brushing against the pale face of the woman resting on the bed.

It seemed as though time had frozen for her over the years, a true gift from the heavens.

She had a habit of nesting deep within the blankets, leaving only a small portion of her fair face visible. In the sunlight, her skin appeared as soft and flawless as a newborn’s.

When Huo Yunque entered the room carrying a glass of warm water, the words "I am willing..." reached his ears. He paused, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

He was well aware that his young wife was lost in that specific dream again.

Song Yaoyao felt a tickle on her forehead, letting out a soft moan as she drifted into consciousness. Opening her eyes, she was immediately met with the striking handsomeness of a certain man.

His features were deep and well-defined, possessing an attractive clarity. He carried a distinct aura, reminiscent of a masterpiece of ink painting depicting a singular, peerless figure.

"Mm... what are you doing..."

She murmured sleepily, reaching out her arms by instinct.

Huo Yunque leaned down, allowing her to drape her arms around his neck. With his large palm supporting her supple waist, he lifted her upward.

In the bright morning light, the crimson marks scattered across her body were impossible to hide.

Like red plum blossoms scattered upon fresh snow, the traces wound their way down from her rounded shoulders.

Huo Yunque pressed a kiss to her brow. "If you adore weddings this much, should we arrange another one?" he teased.

Still half-asleep, Song Yaoyao rested her head against his sturdy shoulder. Upon hearing his suggestion, her face flushed a deep red.

Hiding her face, she grumbled, "Aren't weddings supposed to be sacred because they only happen once in a lifetime?"

Why was he talking about having another one?

She gave Huo Yunque’s ear a playful tug, thinking that this man’s ideas were becoming increasingly strange.

Reading her thoughts, Huo Yunque laughed softly. "Haven't you been the one dreaming about it constantly?" He held the cup of water to her lips, tending to her every need.

After taking a sip, Song Yaoyao gave him a light kick with her slender, pale feet. "You’re just making fun of me!"

"Is that so?" Huo Yunque leaned over, bracing his arms on the bed to cage her beneath him.

Song Yaoyao was no longer the shy girl who would hide away when teased. Giggling, she proactively looped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. "Even so, no matter how many times I dream it, my answer will never change."

I am willing...

Huo Yunque’s gaze overflowed with affection. Just as he moved to return her kiss, Song Yaoyao playfully dodged him.

Seeing him miss his mark, her eyes crinkled into crescents, revealing a glimpse of her white teeth.

She looked like a mischievous little fox, a sight that made one both adore and ache for her.

"Are you teasing me now, hmm?"

Huo Yunque caught her chin, slowly closing the distance between them.

The sunlight was perfect, and her heart began to race uncontrollably.

This man truly never lost his ability to make her heart flutter.

Song Yaoyao shut her eyes, her lashes trembling with anticipation.

Just as his lips were about to touch hers, the door swung open with a loud bang. Two round, chubby children charged into the room like tiny cannonballs.

The two toddlers were dressed in matching outfits, one in pink and the other in blue.

"Mommy! Mommy, wake up... Ah!"

The child in the lead suddenly screeched to a halt. Covering his eyes with his tiny hands, he shouted, "Don't look! Don't listen!" Yet, he couldn't resist peeking through the gaps in his fingers.

Thud!

The second child, trailing just behind, couldn't stop in time and crashed into his sibling.

The pair tumbled onto the rug, ending up in a tangled heap like a human pyramid.

Whining cries of pain immediately filled the room.

The romantic mood vanished instantly. Huo Yunque’s brow twitched as he stood up, his teeth gritted in frustration.

He truly wondered which part of their lineage had produced these two little troublemakers.

Startled, Song Yaoyao scrambled out of bed to check on them. "Oh dear, get up quickly. Are you hurt?"

"Sit still."

Huo Yunque gave her a look before walking over to hoist the two little radishes up. Testing their weight, he remarked, "You've both gotten heavier. Starting tomorrow, no more sugar or snacks."

"What?"

The two children looked devastated, their little worlds crumbling. "Daddy, no!"

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Song Yaoyao swung her feet and stifled a laugh.

She had married the year she finished her studies, and five years had passed since then. She had conceived in their second year of marriage, resulting in these twins.

While she had always been terrified of pain, she had carefully planned this pregnancy and prepared herself mentally. Having been caught tampering with the protection before, she had been much more thorough this time. As she expected, she wasn't caught.

Success came on the very first try.

She recalled that when she revealed the pregnancy, a certain man had been livid. It was the first time she had seen him truly angry, making her instinctively shrink back.

However, since the life was already growing within her, Huo Yunque couldn't bring himself to force an abortion. Instead, he spent every day in a state of anxious preparation.

The once overbearing CEO was transformed by his wife into a doting husband who handled every detail of her care.

Despite the precautions, Song Yaoyao’s labor had been a brush with death.

The agony had been unbearable.

The following day, perhaps fearing she might try something so reckless again, Huo Yunque underwent a procedure to ensure there would be no more surprises.

In truth, two children were plenty. Song Yaoyao had no desire to endure that pain a second time; once was more than enough for a lifetime.

Yet, as she watched the two little ones standing obediently by Huo Yunque’s side, she felt a sense of deep fulfillment. She didn't regret the suffering at all. Seeing them made every moment of pain worth it.

"Why have you been daydreaming so much lately?"

Noticing she had drifted off again, Huo Yunque shook his head. He walked over, picked up a sock, and dropped to one knee to help her put it on.

Song Yaoyao beamed at him. "I was just wondering if I saved the entire galaxy in a past life. Otherwise, how could I have such a perfect, handsome husband?"

Huo Yunque paused, looking up with an amused glint in his eyes. "You certainly know how to flatter me." The curve of his lips showed he quite enjoyed the praise.

The twins had been named by Elder Huo. The elder was Huo Yian, and the younger was Huo Yiran.

At that moment, the two siblings watched the scene and let out synchronized, heavy sighs.

"Is this what godmother meant? That Father and Mother are the true love story, and we are just an accident?"

Huo Yiran nodded solemnly. "Sigh!"

Song Yaoyao was at a loss for words. "What kind of nonsense is your godmother teaching you? Go on, hurry down for breakfast!"

Huo Yian pouted. "See, little brother? Godmother was right!" He held out a chubby hand. "Let's go, brother!"

Song Yaoyao didn't know whether to be annoyed or amused. "What is wrong with these children?"

"Oh, wait!" At the doorway, the younger twin, Huo Yiran, bit his finger as he remembered something. "Mommy, Grandpa and Grandma are here! Get up quickly!"

"What? My parents are here?"

Song Yaoyao nearly jumped out of her skin. She shot a glare at Huo Yunque. "Why didn't you mention this earlier?"

"There’s no rush."

Huo Yunque continued to dress her calmly. "They are downstairs. They aren't going anywhere."

"That’s not the point!" Song Yaoyao huffed, her cheeks puffing out in protest.

The moment she was dressed, she bolted out of the room.

In the downstairs living area, Father and Mother Song—both now over fifty—were sitting directly on the carpet. They were completely focused on playing with blocks with their grandsons, ignoring any sense of formal decorum.

Song Yaoyao paused on the stairs, blinking. The scene felt so perfect it was almost surreal, and she hesitated to speak, fearing she might break the illusion.

It wasn't until Mother Song looked up and spotted her that she smiled and beckoned. "Child, why are you just standing there? Come over here!"

Hearing her voice, Song Yaoyao finally snapped out of it.

It wasn't a dream after all!

She hurried down the stairs, her voice sweet and bright. "I'm coming!"

...

Later on, Song Yaoyao had tried to ask how they had managed to come here, but her parents remained tight-lipped. They simply promised her they would never leave her side again.

As the years went by, her curiosity faded.

Reflecting on it and her strange dreams, she suspected there was a deeper karmic connection at play.

If such mysterious forces existed, it wasn't impossible for her family to have crossed over to be with her.

When she questioned Song Lanchuan about whether he regretted leaving his previous life behind, he never wavered.

In their old world, the Song family was a titan of influence. Moving here meant starting from nothing.

Song Lanchuan would simply pat her head and say with absolute certainty, "Have faith in your brother. No matter where I am, I can provide for you and our parents."

He didn't take long to prove it.

In the years that followed, Song Lanchuan built a massive corporate empire from the ground up. He became known in the business world as a ruthless wolf.

Once he set his sights on an objective, he struck with precision.

The Song family rose to prominence once more, becoming the most unshakeable support for Song Yaoyao.

Life continued in a peaceful, warm rhythm.

Eventually, despite their protests, the two little ones had to start kindergarten.

During this period, the younger brother, Huo Yiran, developed a deep passion for art. Unlike his more impulsive older brother, Huo Yian, he possessed a calm temperament that allowed him to focus for long periods.

Father Song, who was skilled in painting, served as Huo Yiran’s mentor until the boy turned eight. By then, the twins' exceptional intelligence began to surface, far surpassing that of their peers, and Father Song found he had nothing left to teach them.

Song Yaoyao decided it was time to seek out a master for them.

One day, a knock came at the door of the former principal of Yuhua Primary School. As a renowned master of Chinese painting, it was well known that he had retired from taking disciples long ago.

Most people expected a swift rejection.

That was until the person accompanying the child presented a specific pen.

The very next day, the master of Chinese painting made a public announcement: he had taken a new disciple, a young boy only eight years old.