My Son is a Transmigrated Prince Chapter 4

Although the company was open, Song Yuan did not dare to implement the characteristics of airborne troops. Except for sick leave that week, she never dared to be absent from work and was rarely late. Song Yuan got up from the bedroom and found Rong Ting sitting squarely on the sofa, staring at the TV with his eyes closed, as if wondering what it was.

"There's nothing else in the refrigerator. I ordered breakfast takeaway," Song Yuan said while combing his hair. "I'll call you takeaway at noon—"

"Well, forget it!" Song Yuan felt it was too irresponsible to leave the child at home. She thought of various news stories like "Children playing and falling down" and "Strangers coming home to abduct children," and then she sighed. "I'm still on leave today. Fortunately, it's Saturday tomorrow."

Song Yuan really did not worry about leaving Rong Ting at home alone.

This was not her child, but of course, in her home, she would temporarily assume the responsibility of a "guardian."

To put it bluntly, Song Yuan felt her work was purely a waste of time. Father Song wanted her to inherit the supermarket, and Mother Song wanted her to manage a clothing company. But both of them had a common trait: they were exceptionally strong.

Song Yuan was not trying to be a beautiful girl who inherited her family business, but her parents had no intention of retiring at all. She could imagine that if she did go there, she would definitely bear the "blame" from both sides and face endless control. For the sake of world peace and a good parent-child relationship, at least for now, she could not inherit a large supermarket or a clothing company. After discussing it with herself, she decided to come to work with him. This way, no matter what her father or mother thought, they would not say anything.

She ran errands in the company and was responsible for simple case work. She was like a brick—wherever it needed to be moved, she would go, making her easy to overlook in the entire team.

She didn't often take time off, so this time the department head approved the vacation very easily.

Now that she had taken the leave, she didn't want to rush. Aimeru Ruyuan put on her makeup very carefully.

Rong Ting shook his head in sigh. He really didn't understand the woman's mind. There was no maid to take care of her; here, she had to do everything herself, even makeup. She would rather endure embarrassment here than leave her father. For what?

The doorbell rang, and Song Yuan cheered, quickly opening the door to welcome the handsome delivery guy.

The delivery guy was a young man. When he saw Song Yuan, he smiled brightly, "Hello, your takeaway has arrived."

Song Yuan took the takeaway and thanked him as usual.

The delivery guy also said, "Please give a five-star rating."

"Yep!"

Song Yuan closed the door and greeted Rong Ting for breakfast.

"I don't know what you like to eat, but anyway, I ordered preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and I also ordered milk xiaolongbao," Song Yuan said, taking out the secondary spoon from the take-out bag and handing it to Rong Ting. "No, I will take you out after breakfast and stop by the police station to see if there is any news."

Now the delivery time was at least 30 minutes. Rong Ting looked at the porridge and buns that were not appealing. The whole person was stunned. "You should give such lowly food to yourself alone!"

Rong Ting was born His Royal Highness Crown Prince, Chu Jun.

His eating and dressing were all delicate; breakfast should be a variety to ensure he was not wronged.

The weird thing last night was cooked by his mother-in-law herself. It was different, but what was going on with this breakfast today? Did the mother use this cheap food every day?

Song Yuan: ... Can your family get into the show like this?

If the other person were an adult, she might be more lenient, but since the other person was a child, there was no need for that. "Would you like to try it first?"

Rong Ting frowned, looking more indifferent. "If you are alone, you won't starve to death."

Song Yuan: ... The little brother is quite strong.

"Don’t eat ravioli. Children cannot get used to that!"

She used to eat in restaurants and saw some parents chasing their children to feed them, saying, "I'm hungry and will eat it."

Song Yuan said, "Well, I'll eat it myself."

Breakfast must be delicious, and she must not treat herself poorly. She usually likes lean eggs and congee. The soy milk in this house is said to be freshly squeezed, with a strong bean flavor that she enjoys. She used to have a cup for breakfast, but yesterday she forgot to soak the soybeans, so today she could only order takeaway soy milk.

Rong Ting sat beside her, looking carefully at Song Yuan's expression.

Is your mother angry?

But he had never eaten these things before, and the royal dining room did not dare to persuade him to eat like this.

Now, seeing his mother-in-law living so humbly, as her son, should he make her sad at this point?

In other words, if his mother is the mother of the country, she can also eat these foods. Why can’t he?

"Are you angry?" Rong Ting asked with a small frown.

Song Yuan shook her head. "No."

"You are." Rong Ting reluctantly picked up the spoon. "Well, I don’t want to care about you."

Having said this, he began to frown and look down at the bowl of lean egg porridge in front of him.

Song Yuan grinned. This child is really awkward, but also very cute.

She thought about it—maybe the child's family is very wealthy. Wouldn't they eat these if they were rich enough for breakfast? Seeing this child sulking in that manner made her think more likely that he came from a rich background.

However, if Rong Ting is truly a child of a rich family, then how could his parents not have come looking for him after all this time?

Even though there aren’t as many modern condiments as in contemporary kitchens, the royal dining room’s food is carefully prepared. The bowl in front of Rong Ting probably had MSG added, but he was not intolerant of it. For him, sitting with his mother-in-law for breakfast was a wish he had since he was very young. As for what to eat, it didn’t matter.

After breakfast, Song Yuan took the car keys to take Rong Ting out.

Yesterday, thinking about how close the police station was, she didn’t drive, and she became curious about the cars on the road, feeling a bit uncomfortable in the back seat.

"Mother, what is this?" Rong Ting didn’t want to show cowardice in front of her, but he remembered what the old woman said—that he was the mother’s favorite person.

His mother wouldn’t laugh at him.

Song Yuan did not expect Rong Ting to ask this question, and it once again denied her guess that he was a rich second or third generation.

But from last night until now, Rong Ting's various performances were very surprising.

No matter how much his family might be fans of ancient times, it was impossible for them to be completely out of touch with modern society. Even children in remote mountain areas know that this is a car.

Rong Ting was not like a child from a remote mountainous area. On the contrary, the aura he carried was not something that ordinary people could cultivate.

His attire, his temperament, and his ignorance of modern society made her think of a term from her college days, where romance and time travel novels often left one entranced.

With this most unlikely possibility, everything could be explained clearly.

Song Yuan parked the car by the side of the road, turned her head, and narrowed her eyes at Rong Ting.

Rong Ting thought that Song Yuan was criticizing his ignorance. When he was angry, his fair-skinned face turned red, and his chest heaved as he coldly stated, "You don’t want to be lonely, nor will it be reluctant."

When he was not angry, he called her "mother."

When he was angry, he didn't shout.

This title was clearly arranged by him.

There were several books in his dormitory. The old maid said they were made by his mother-in-law, featuring childish, ridiculous, and aesthetic illustrations, but they were very warm.

The book was said to be a collection of bedtime fairy tales compiled by his mother-in-law. Before he learned to read, he always asked the old woman to read to him. After he learned to read, he read them himself. He remembered all the stories clearly, and the book was worn from his handling. He would carefully sprinkle water on it, imagining that if his mother were present, she wouldn't treat these books as treasures but would find them amusing.

There were actually many things left to him by his mother.

Whenever he questioned whether his mother loved him, he would see these items and feel reassured.

If a woman didn't love children, how could she create so many gadgets for him?

Was this the person in front of him, who he remembered and imagined as loving him, the mother of his life?

If so, why didn't she love him anymore?

If not, why was he so drawn to her presence?

Song Yuan didn't expect this child to be so sensitive, moody, and contemplative. She said nothing, and he suddenly became angry.

But adults couldn't easily dismiss children.

She had more important questions to ask him. "So, I ask you, when were you born?"

Rong Ting looked slightly taken aback. "What do you ask that for?"

He didn’t say, "You even forgot the birth of your own son."

Song Yuan knew that this child was not easy to fool. "I am very curious and genuinely care about your background."

"Do you really care?" Rong Ting asked her.

Song Yuan nodded vigorously, as if pounding garlic.

Once I accepted the assumption that he was an ancient man, it seemed that we were not so strange, including his proud demeanor.

Rong Ting's small body was sitting in the back seat. Whether he was sitting or standing, his back was always straight.

When he finally talked about his birthday, it was complicated and incomprehensible.

Song Yuan was almost certain he had come from another time.

"There are emperors in your time, aren't there?"

"It doesn't have to be that way; it's just the lone father and emperor, and your husband."

Song Yuan: "..."

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