At night, Song Yuan had a rare case of insomnia.
The last time she had insomnia, it was because she was afraid. She had turned on all the lights in the room and had a video call with Xie Ya until two or three in the morning before she fell asleep.
She picked up the tablet from the bedside table and searched for Rong Ting's name and the Daye Dynasty that Rong Ting mentioned. However, she did not find anything. Her historical knowledge also told her that there was no such dynasty.
What was going on? However, there might be some missing dynasties in the historical records.
It was really worrying that there was no relevant information on the Internet.
Even though Song Yuan was a natural optimist, in the face of the current situation, she felt that her head was going to go bald.
Song Yuan woke up at 6: 30 in the morning. As she yawned and fried eggs, she could not help but laugh at herself. She really had the potential to be a good mother. In order to make a clean breakfast for Rong Ting, she had actually woken up half an hour earlier today. This incident could really be recorded in history. It could be said that it moved China and moved Asia.
Making breakfast herself had to be clean and not take too long. She could only try to make it as simple as possible. A bowl of millet porridge, fried eggs, bacon, and salted vegetables bought from the supermarket would be enough to eat comfortably.
"If I don't leave now, I'll really be late. If I'm late, my pay will be deducted." Although Song Yuan was not short of money, she did not want to perform too badly in the company. She stood at the door and still repeatedly reminded Rong Ting.
Gugu's ears were about to grow calluses from listening to her. "I understand, I understand. I won't open the door for strangers, nor will I jump off the building, and I won't turn on the gas stove! Mother, if you don't leave now, you'll really be late. "
Song Yuan was so angry that she pinched his ear. "You're starting to think that I'm long-winded now. I'm just worried. I'll say it again. No matter who knocks on the door, don't open it!"
"Yes! I really understand! "
"The millet porridge is in the rice cooker. I pressed the thermos button. If you're hungry, you can eat it yourself. There's fried eggs and bacon in the other thermos lunch box. There's Yakult in the fridge, but don't drink too much. If you don't want to eat, there's the meat floss bread I bought yesterday on the coffee table. There are bananas and oranges in the fruit plate."
Rong Ting felt extremely helpless. His mother had already said this many times. He directly handed the bag on the shoe cabinet to her.
"Heartless." Song Yuan complained as he walked out of the house.
It was really worrying to have a child at home.
I was really careless yesterday. I had already placed an order for a children's watch online last night. It should arrive today.
She did not have a landline at home. Now that she was working at the company, it was difficult for her to find out what was going on at home. She should have thought of it earlier.
Originally, she had told Rong Ting that she would rush back as soon as she got off work at 5: 30 in the afternoon. However, when it was 12 o 'clock in the afternoon, she picked up her bag and rushed out. Her uncle's company was not far from her home. It would take about 20 minutes to drive there.
When she opened the door with the key, Rong Ting, who was sitting on the sofa and reading a book, was shocked and looked at the door warily.
When he saw that it was her who came in, Rong Ting breathed a sigh of relief and put down his book. "Mother, didn't you say that you wouldn't be back until 5 pm?"
Song Yuan found that nothing had happened to Rong Ting and that the house was safe and sound. She felt a lot more relaxed. "I missed you."
When Rong Ting heard her say this, he was overjoyed and a little shy.
The result of his happiness was that Song Yuan brought back two servings of rice. He no longer had an expression that said, "I won't eat such cheap food even if I starve to death." On the contrary, he ate very happily.
Rong Ting was no different from other children. He liked to drink Yakult, eat soft candy, and eat the ham sausage in this meal.
Halfway through the meal, Rong Ting thought of what he saw this morning and broke his rule of not talking while eating. He solemnly took off his jade pendant and handed it to Song Yuan.
Song Yuan did not understand and looked at him in confusion.
Rong Ting pursed his lips, clenched his little hand into a fist and put it to his lips. He coughed.
He was only five or six years old this year. It was really inappropriate for him to do this.
"Mother, although I don't know the value of this jade pendant, I think it's not cheap."
"How is it not cheap? It's definitely worth a lot. This is an antique. What's wrong?"
"Mother, find a trustworthy pawnshop and pawn it."
Song Yuan's eyes widened. She did not understand what Rong Ting wanted to do.
"Mother, after you get the money, change to a better place to live."
"Is this place not good?" Song Yuan put down her chopsticks and was very puzzled. This residential area was carefully selected by her father. When she was 18 years old, it was considered the most expensive residential area in the city. After a few years, although it was no longer considered a high-end residential area, it had all the necessary facilities. There were elementary and middle schools nearby, and a subway station was just a few minutes' walk away. Her house was facing a good direction, and the layout was good. Now, it was impossible to buy it even if she wanted to.
Why did he want her to change houses?
Song Yuan became nervous. It was said that children could see dirty things. Gugu people were ancient people who had transmigrated. Could it be that the fengshui of this house was not good?
Rong Ting found it hard to talk about what he saw this morning.
Like before, he stood on the balcony and looked at the community, wanting to know more about the terrain. Who knew that he would see a young man and woman hugging downstairs, and even … It was simply improper and unsightly!
Presumably, this was a place where people from all walks of life gathered. Mother could only live here temporarily.
Rong Ting did not want to say it, and it was not good to say it. He only said, "Mother, if you are shy of money, you don't have to worry. Although I am underage, I will find a way to protect you."
"Although I am very touched by your words, did you misunderstand something?" Song Yuan pushed his jade pendant back. "Well, you are the Crown Prince. Your definition of the poor is different from my definition of the poor. Although I am not very rich, I am not shy of money. I have more than enough to support you!"
"Is this true?"
"Of course it's true. Let's go back to the previous question. Is my place not good? Why do you want me to change houses? "She was still curious about this question.
Rong Ting was silent for a moment, then said, "I think this place is not worthy of Mother Empress's status. Mother Empress is the noble mother of the country …"
Seeing that he was about to talk a lot, Song Yuan immediately interrupted him, "I am not worthy of this place. If it were not for my father, I might not be able to afford this house even if I don't eat or drink for the rest of my life."
Rong Ting was surprised, but not because of the house, "Maternal Grandfather is also here?"
"Of course. My father and mother are both here. "
Rong Ting was pleasantly surprised. "Maternal Grandmother is also here. I have never heard Father Emperor mention her before."
He paused, then asked tentatively, "Then is Uncle God of War also here?"
Uncle God of War?
"I am an only child. I don't have any siblings. Who is the God of War you are talking about?"
Just as they were talking, Song Yuan's phone rang. It was a client she was in charge of. She picked up the phone, and when she heard the other party speak, she subconsciously had a headache. After hanging up the phone, she did not have time to eat anymore. She stood up, put away the disposable lunch box, and said to Rong Ting, "I have a client who came to the company to look for me. I have to hurry over. I should get off work on time this afternoon. Be good at home."
After being interrupted by her, Rong Ting forgot to ask about Uncle God of War.
Uncle God of War was also a taboo in the current dynasty. He had only heard his teacher, who taught him equestrian archery, mention that Uncle God of War led soldiers like a god and was very powerful. Of course, as soon as his teacher said this, his face immediately showed a regretful expression. After that, his teacher did not teach him anymore. He heard that Father Emperor sent him to the Ministry of Works.
Mother Empress did not even remember him, so how could she remember Father Emperor and others?
Song Yuan returned to the company and began to work busily. Most of the time, she was doing odd jobs, but she was also in charge of one or two clients. Unfortunately, perhaps her uncle wanted to train her, these two clients were the most difficult to deal with.
She was so busy that she was dizzy the entire afternoon and did not even have time to drink water.
Rong Ting's schedule at home was also very fulfilling. He practiced calligraphy for two hours and read for two hours. He did not dare to slack off on his studies at all.
Around five o 'clock in the afternoon, Rong Ting was reading Sun Tzu's Art of War comic book.
At the same time, Father Song drove to the neighborhood and was chatting with someone on the phone with his Bluetooth headset. "I heard that the situation in Beijing is going to change. Although it has nothing to do with me, I want to ask, will the Xie family's matter affect the opening of my supermarket chain?"
The person on the other end laughed like crazy, "Who are you? You're not even ranked in Beijing. Don't worry, the Xie family can't care about you now. You've only offended a shrimp soldier and crab general from the Xie family's side branch. It's okay."
"That's good." Father Song parked the car and looked at the two cardboard boxes in the back seat through the rearview mirror. "I won't talk to you anymore. I'm downstairs at my daughter's house. She hasn't gotten off work yet."
"President Song, you really love your daughter."
That's right. He had just returned from a business trip and brought a box of seafood and a box of cherries to his daughter's house to show off his treasures. He had not seen his daughter for more than half a month, and he really missed her.
Song Haiping hummed a little tune as he carried the cardboard box. In his pocket was the key that his daughter had given him previously. He was prepared to play the role of a loving father today.
This little slacker probably didn't even cook dinner for his daughter.
When his daughter came back, he would have prepared the food and washed the fruits. Wouldn't his daughter be so touched that she would be in tears?
At the door, Song Haiping put down the cardboard box, took out the key from his pocket, opened the door, and bent down to carry the cardboard box again. He heard a childish voice, "Who are you?!"
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