Although the company was run by her uncle, Song Yuan didn't dare to implement the characteristics of a paratrooper. Except for that one week of unwarranted sick leave, she never dared to be absent from work. She was rarely late. Song Yuan got up and came out of the bedroom. She found Rong Ting sitting upright on the sofa. Her eyes were staring at the TV, as if she was wondering what it was.
"There's nothing else in the fridge. I ordered takeout for breakfast," Song Yuan said as she combed her hair. "I'll order takeout for you at lunch-"
"Ah, forget it!" Song Yuan felt that it was too irresponsible to leave the child at home. She imagined all kinds of news such as "a child fell from a building while playing" and "a stranger came to kidnap a child". Then she accepted her fate and sighed with her head down. "I'll take the day off again. Fortunately, tomorrow is Saturday."
Song Yuan really didn't feel at ease leaving Rong Ting alone at home.
She wasn't her child, but she was in her home. Of course, she had to take on the responsibility of being her "guardian" for the time being.
To put it bluntly, Song Yuan's work was purely to pass time. Father Song wanted her to inherit the supermarket, while Mother Song wanted her to manage the clothing company. However, the two of them had one thing in common, and that was that they were very, very strong.
It wasn't that Song Yuan didn't want to be a beautiful girl who inherited the family business. It was just that her parents had no intention of retiring at all. She could imagine that if she really went to either side, she would definitely bear the "blame" from the other side and endless control from this side. For the sake of world peace and a good parent-child relationship, at least for now, she couldn't inherit the supermarket or the clothing company. After discussing it with her uncle, she decided to work here. This way, whether it was her father or mother, they wouldn't say anything.
She was just running errands in the company and was responsible for simple copywriting work. She was a brick that was moved wherever it was needed. At the same time, it was easy for her to appear dispensable in the entire team.
She didn't often ask for leave, so this time, the department head approved her leave very quickly.
Since she had applied for leave, there was no need to rush. Song Yuan, who loved beauty, put on makeup very carefully.
Rong Ting sighed and shook his head in his heart. He really didn't understand women's thoughts. Here, his mother didn't have any palace maids to take care of her. She even had to personally do something like putting on makeup. She would rather suffer here than leave his father. Why?
The doorbell rang. Song Yuan cheered and quickly opened the door to welcome the handsome delivery man.
The delivery boy was a young man. When he saw Song Yuan, he smiled brightly. "Hello, your delivery is here."
Song Yuan took the takeout and thanked him as usual.
The delivery boy added, "Please give me a five-star rating."
"Yes!"
Song Yuan closed the door and called Rong Ting over for breakfast.
"I don't know what you like to eat. Anyway, I ordered century egg and lean meat porridge and soy milk soup dumplings." Song Yuan took out a disposable spoon from the takeout bag and handed it to Rong Ting. "Eat a little even if you don't like it. After breakfast, I'll take you out for a walk. We'll also go to the police station to see if there's any news."
Nowadays, delivery time for takeout took at least 30 minutes. Rong Ting looked at the ugly porridge and dumplings and was stunned. "You actually gave me such lowly food!"
Rong Ting was the Crown Prince the moment he was born. He was the Crown Prince.
Everything he ate and wore was meticulous. Even his breakfast was varied, for fear that he would be mistreated.
Last night, the strange thing was personally cooked by Imperial Mother, so it was different. But what was going on with the breakfast today? Did his mother eat such lowly food every day?
Song Yuan was speechless. "… Can you guys be so serious?"
If the other party was an adult, she definitely wouldn't care. If he didn't want to eat, then so be it. But the other party was a child, so there was no need to do this. "There's no such thing as high or low food. Also, the food here is really good. Do you want to try it first?"
Rong Ting frowned and didn't even bother to look at it. "I won't eat it even if I starve to death."
Song Yuan: … Little brother has quite a backbone.
If he doesn't want to eat, then don't eat.
Children shouldn't be spoiled!
In the past, when she ate in the restaurant, she saw parents chasing after children to feed them.
When they were hungry, they would naturally eat. It didn't matter if they skipped a meal.
Song Yuan grunted. "Okay then, I'll eat alone."
She had to eat well for breakfast and couldn't mistreat herself. She usually liked to eat congee with pork and century egg. She heard that this restaurant's soy milk was also freshly squeezed. The flavor of the beans was very rich, and she liked it very much. She was used to drinking a cup of soy milk for breakfast, but yesterday's events were too sudden, so she forgot to make soybeans. So today, she could only order takeout and drink soy milk.
Rong Ting sat at the side and carefully observed Song Yuan's expression.
Was his mother angry?
But he really didn't know how to eat these things in the past. The imperial kitchen also didn't dare to treat him half-heartedly like this.
His mother's life was in such a sorry state now. As his mother's son, was he going to make her sad at this juncture?
In other words, as the mother of the nation, if his mother could eat these foods, why couldn't he?
"Are you angry with me?" Rong Ting asked with a straight face.
Song Yuan was stunned and shook her head. "No."
"You are." Rong Ting helplessly picked up the spoon. "Forget it, I don't want to bicker with you."
After saying this, he began to frown and eat the congee with pork and century egg in front of him with an expression as if he was facing death calmly.
Song Yuan giggled. This child was really awkward, but he was also quite cute.
She thought about it again. Could it be that this child's family was really, really rich? So rich that he didn't eat these things for breakfast? Looking at this child's temperament, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that this was very likely.
However, if Rong Ting was really a child of a rich family, then he had been missing for so long. How could his parents not have come to find him?
Even if there weren't as many condiments in ancient times as there were in modern times, the condiments from the imperial kitchen were all carefully prepared. To be honest, the congee in front of Rong Ting with who knew how many MSG condiments were added was really a bit unpalatable for him.
However, it wasn't that Rong Ting couldn't bear it. To him, sitting with his mother like this for breakfast was his wish since he was very, very young. As for what he ate, it didn't matter at all.
After breakfast, Song Yuan took the car keys and was about to take Rong Ting out.
Yesterday, she thought that the police station was close, so she didn't drive. As a result, Rong Ting, who was temporarily frightened and very curious when he saw the car on the road yesterday, was sitting in the back seat a little restless.
"Mother, what is this?" Rong Ting didn't want to show his cowardice in front of his mother, but he remembered what the old palace maid said. She said that he was his mother's favorite person.
His mother wouldn't laugh at him.
Song Yuan didn't expect Rong Ting to ask this question. Once again, her guess that he was a rich second or third generation heir was denied.
However, from last night until now, Rong Ting's various actions were very surprising.
Even if his family was a fan of ancient times, it was impossible for them to be completely out of touch with modern society. Even a child from a remote mountain area knew that this was a car.
Rong Ting didn't seem like a child from a remote mountain area. On the contrary, his aura was completely not something that could be nurtured by an ordinary family.
The way he dressed, the way he spoke, and his bewilderment and unfamiliarity with modern society made Song Yuan, who had been immersed in romance novels during her university days, unable to extricate herself, think of a phrase: from the past to the present!
With this most unlikely possibility, everything could be explained clearly.
Song Yuan parked the car on the side of the road, turned her head, and stared at Rong Ting.
Rong Ting thought that Song Yuan was disdaining his ignorance, and immediately became furious. At this moment, his fair little face was flushed red. His chest rose and fell, and in the end, he just said coldly, "If you don't want to explain to me, I won't force you."
When he wasn't angry, he called her mother.
When he was angry, he didn't call her that.
This form of address was clearly arranged by him.
There were a few books in his bedroom. The old palace maid said that his mother made them for him. Those books had childish and laughable drawings without any sense of beauty, but they were very heartwarming.
It was said that the books were stories made up by his mother. The old palace maid said that his mother called them bedtime fairy tales.
Before he learned how to read, he would always have the old palace maid read them to him. After he learned how to read, he would read them himself. He remembered all of the stories clearly. The books were also worn out by him. Once, a young eunuch accidentally spilled water on them, causing him to fly into a rage. In the dead of night, he lay on the large bed, holding those books. He thought that if only his mother was here, he wouldn't have to treat these books as treasures and become a joke to others.
His mother had actually left him a lot of things.
Whenever he doubted that his mother didn't love him, he would see these things and become firm.
If a woman didn't love a child, why would she make so many little things for him?
In his memories, in his imagination, the mother who loved him more than life, was this person in front of him?
If she was, then why didn't she love him?
If she wasn't, then why did he yearn for her scent so much?
Song Yuan didn't expect this child to be so sensitive and temperamental. She didn't say anything, but he suddenly got angry.
However, an adult shouldn't be so calculative with a child.
She had more important questions to ask him.
"Gugu, let me ask you. What year were you born? "
Rong Ting's expression softened. "Why are you asking this?"
At least she didn't say "You even forgot your own son's birthday".
Song Yuan knew that this child wasn't easy to fool. "It's just that I'm very curious and concerned about everything about you."
"You really care?" Rong Ting asked her.
Song Yuan nodded her head like she was pounding garlic.
Once she accepted that he was an ancient person, everything didn't seem so strange, including his arrogant maturity.
Rong Ting's small body sat in the back seat. No matter if he was sitting or standing, his back was always straight.
In the end, he said his birthday. It was very complicated and incomprehensible.
Song Yuan was almost certain that he had transmigrated.
"In your era, there was an emperor, right?"
"Mother, you don't have to be like this. That's my father, the Emperor, and also your husband."
Song Yuan: "…"
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