Since her parents knew about the existence of Rong Ting one after another, Song Yuan felt relieved.
She had lost that memory. It was actually very difficult for her to accept that she had given birth to a child and that this child had appeared in front of her again. She was not as optimistic and calm as she appeared to be. She was very scared and did not know how to face it. She did not know how to go on in the future. However, she could not show her inner fear and uneasiness in front of Rong Ting. He was too young and too sensitive.
Now that her parents knew about it and expressed that they would help her and stand by her side to support her, she finally became really optimistic.
Although Chen Linjing and Song Haiping had almost become enemies as early as when they divorced, they had not had too many ugly conflicts over the years for the sake of their daughter. However, both of them were people who had been in the business world for a long time. They were not people who did not know what was important and what was important. The two of them had a clear division of labor. Chen Linjing had a wide network, so she was going to settle the settlement. Song Haiping had a lot of bad friends, so he was going to settle the kindergarten.
They also had a heated discussion about Rong Ting going to school. After learning about kindergarten, Rong Ting strongly requested to go to primary school directly. Song Haiping also thought so.
However, Chen Linjing and Song Yuan were more considerate. Rong Ting would adapt to kindergarten for a semester first. It would not be too late for him to go to primary school in September after he had adapted.
As the saying goes, the arm cannot twist the leg. In the end, Chen Linjing and Song Yuan's opinions were the main ones.
Considering that it was cold now and school had started for a long time, the family decided to send Rong Ting to school after the winter vacation. Rong Ting was very diligent. He would concentrate on studying and practicing calligraphy every day. His favorite things were Sun Tzu's The Art of War and Tang and Song poems. Every time he read a poem, he would be very excited.
During the day, Song Yuan had to go to work. Chen Linjing and Song Haiping divided the work. Both of them took turns to take care of him for a week each.
In private, Song Haiping also quietly asked Rong Ting whether he liked his grandmother more or his grandfather more.
Rong Ting was in a difficult position, but he still told the truth. He liked his grandfather more.
Although his grandmother was very good to him, he still felt that there was a difference between men and women. He did not want to be too close.
Song Haiping was very happy after hearing this. He generously bought a lot of snacks for Rong Ting.. Of course, Chen Linjing........................................................................................................................ .... Don't even think about it.
Chen Linjing complained to Song Yuan more than once about this matter. "That father of yours is really not suitable to take care of children. Fortunately, you gave him to me back then. Otherwise, I would not be at ease if you were with him. He would pamper the child without any bottom line, regardless of whether it was good or bad for the child."
Relatively speaking, the days were very peaceful and peaceful.
Rong Ting became more and more integrated into this era day by day. He had already learned how to play with the iPad and watch TV. However, he was also a very self-disciplined child. No matter how curious he was and how much he wanted to watch, he would not spend more than half an hour on the iPad every day. Most of the time, he was reading books and absorbing everything about this era.
In the blink of an eye, Christmas was coming. There was still more than half a month before Christmas. Many businesses had already put up Christmas equipment. The season was very festive.
Song Yuan also put up Penguin when she went to work. Just as she sat down with a cup of hot cocoa, a dialog box popped up.
She was stunned for a moment.
Ji Junpei: "Yuanyuan, I came back from abroad on New Year's Day. I brought you some small gifts. When you're free, let's have a meal together."
Song Yuan had never lacked suitors since she was young. Other than an attempted puppy love, in her twenty-two years of life, the only person she had feelings for was Ji Junpei.
Ji Junpei was her senior in university. He was very popular in school. He was a good person and his grades were good. There was nothing to criticize about his reputation. She heard that he was the top scorer in science in the province during the college entrance examination. He was called the God of Studying by the group of juniors.
Song Yuan had never been a straight-A student. When she was in high school, her parents had hired a famous tutor for her. She had also studied hard to get into that university. Speaking of which, it was very thrilling. She had just passed the admission cutoff score. People like her basically had no interaction with the God of Studying. There was one time when her parents were not free to pick her up. She had to go back to her grandparents' house to stay for a while during the winter break, so she called for a carpool to go to the train station. Unexpectedly, Ji Junpei also called for a carpool at the train station.
She could feel that Ji Junpei had feelings for her. Looking at how things were going, it should have been a pure campus romance. However, Ji Junpei was a few years older than her, and there wasn't even any spark between them. Ji Junpei was admitted to a famous overseas school and even received a scholarship … There weren't many long-distance relationships that could bear fruit, let alone a long-distance relationship. They had been keeping in touch for the past few years, but no one had broken through the window paper.
She felt that this kind of foreign state was a little floaty. She definitely had feelings for Ji Junpei, but this kind of feeling was not enough to support her to take the initiative to confess.
As for Ji Junpei, she guessed that he probably had the same thoughts as her.
If Rong Ting had not transmigrated, if she did not know that she had given birth to a child, according to logic and the direction of the story, when Ji Junpei returned to China, if both of them had the same thoughts, they would have hit it off and started a relationship.
"Thank you, Senior." Song Yuan only replied in a distant and polite manner.
She did not feel that this was the right time for her to be in a relationship. She also did not feel that Ji Junpei would accept Rong Ting.
So be it.
Although she had thought things through very thoroughly, she still felt a sense of loss.
She gradually began to understand that she could no longer like and start a relationship with a person as she pleased like before. She had the greatest responsibility.
After work, Song Yuan drove home. On the spur of the moment, she decided to park the car in a parking space by the roadside and walked towards a bakery.
Today, she was in a bad mood for some reason. She wanted to eat something sweet!
Song Yuan was a frequent customer of this bakery, and the staff already knew her. When they saw her, they happily invited her to try the new product.
"Miss Song, I had a feeling that you would come today, so I left you a taro cheese dumpling. Try it." The staff was a young lady in her early twenties. She was cute and enthusiastic.
Song Yuan picked up the cute dumpling and tasted it. Her eyes lit up, and she gave a thumbs up. "It's my favorite flavor. It's delicious."
She bent over, looked inside the display cabinet, and pointed at the beautiful cake. "Please help me wrap this strawberry cake. Two forks."
The cake was not very big. It was just enough for two people.
"Okay."
Rong Ting's favorite fruit was strawberries.
The staff helped Song Yuan wrap the cake and gave her a small box of cookies. "The chef baked this for me. I've been on a diet recently. It's for you."
Once, Song Yuan came to buy bread. When she saw the staff's pale face, she asked a few questions out of concern. She found out that the staff was having a hard time on her period. However, there were too many things to do in the shop, so she could only force herself to stay. After Song Yuan took the bread and left, she turned a corner and went to a pharmacy. She bought Fenbuil for the staff and a bag of ginger and brown sugar for herself. When she returned to the shop and handed it to the staff, the cute young lady was so touched that her eyes turned red.
"Thank you." Song Yuan took the box of cookies and blinked. "Actually, I'm on a diet too."
"You're still eating cake when you're on a diet?" The staff laughed. "You're so thin. You don't need to lose weight at all."
Taking advantage of the fact that there were no customers in the shop, the two chatted for a while. Song Yuan heard the sound of the bell at the door opening. She picked up the cake box and turned to leave.
She raised her head and inadvertently made eye contact with the person who came in.
The man was wearing a smoky gray coat. He was tall and thin. She estimated that he was more than 1.8 meters. What surprised her was his hair.
His hair was not long. It was a little longer than a buzz cut. It was a very good-looking white.
He was really very handsome, very handsome. It was just a glance, but she could feel the strong aura around him. It was calm and steady.
All in all, Song Yuan had seen people who were more handsome than this man in her life. It was just that this man's aura was unique. Even if she did not know who he was, she could guess that he was either rich or respectable from the noble aura around him.
As a senior member of the Appearance Association, Song Yuan's legs went soft at a glance.
However, she still had integrity. No matter how turbulent her heart was, she looked very calm on the surface. She retracted her gaze and walked to the door, brushing past the handsome white-haired man.
Many young people nowadays liked to dye their hair white. She had a friend who had dyed her hair. It was said that dyeing white hair was very complicated and hurt the hair follicles. During the process, the scalp would hurt a lot.
Pushing open the glass door, a gust of cold wind came in. Song Yuan quickly walked to the parking lot.
Yung Heng's pupils shrank. He froze on the spot. He had imagined thousands of times what it would be like to reunite with her one day.
The only thing he did not expect was that when she saw him, there would be no despair, pain, or sadness in her eyes.
It was like the first time they met. It was during the spring rain. She held an umbrella and walked through the bamboo forest in a moon-white dress. Her face was full of smiles, and her eyes were like stars, bright and clear.
At that time, he hid his identity and name and was a close friend of her brother. He happened to leave the palace that day, so he stopped by to see his friend. As they were talking under the eaves, he looked up and inadvertently saw her.
Their eyes met, and he saw surprise in her eyes.
In reality, she was different from the woman he remembered. She came to his good friend's side and did not avoid him. She even looked at him curiously.
At that time, he was not so sharp and did not notice the love and doting in his good friend's eyes when he looked at her. "Ziheng, this is the little sister I mentioned to you in the letter."
She was inadvertently saved by the general's wife. The general's wife had once lost her beloved daughter. He heard from his good friend that the general and his wife treated her like a daughter and cherished her very much.
When they met for the first time, she looked at him with surprise in her eyes. Her eyes were clear, and he could see everything with a glance. This was a naive woman without any shrewdness.
When he looked at her, he looked gentle and elegant, but in his heart, he was calculating her value.
The general had a very high prestige in the army, and his good friends were also very capable. He did not have any trusted aides in the army, and he knew that the dynasty he was about to take over was dangerous.
He was a strategist, and everything was in his calculations. He calculated everyone's hearts, but he did not calculate himself.
"Sir, what do you want to buy? There's an event today. "The clerk walked up with a smile.
Yung Heng came back to his senses, but his face showed a rare look of confusion.
After he came back to his senses, he rushed out of the store and stood outside, but he could no longer see her.
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