While Rong Ting was practicing his calligraphy, someone suddenly knocked on the door. Song Yuan was still packing the clothes in the suitcase in the bedroom. Rong Ting put down his brush and quickly walked to the door. For safety reasons, Song Yuan installed a surveillance camera on the door. Rong Ting stood on a small stool and raised his hand to press the switch on the surveillance camera. A few seconds later, Yung Heng appeared on the screen.
Rong Ting clenched his little fists. Without saying a word or pressing the button to open the door, he jumped down from the small stool and walked towards the bathroom. When he passed by his room, he paused for a moment, gritted his teeth, and said, "Mother, someone is knocking on the door. I'm going to the bathroom!"
Song Yuan saw him rush into the bathroom like a bullet and slam the door shut. For a moment, she was confused by his actions. She was not in a hurry to open the door. Instead, she walked to the bathroom door and tried knocking on the frosted glass door. She asked, "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"
"No! Mother, don't talk when you're in the bathroom. "
"Oh."
Did this brat eat some explosive powder today? He's scolding whoever he sees.
Song Yuan ignored him and walked through the living room to the entrance. Through the peephole, she saw that the person standing outside was Yung Heng. She opened the door and asked him with a puzzled expression, "Why are you here? You didn't call beforehand. "
In the past, whenever Yung Heng came over, he would call her to inform her and ask for her opinion. This was the first time he came over without saying a word.
Yung Heng smiled apologetically. "I forgot. I happened to pass by here, so I brought Rong Ting a cake to eat."
Song Yuan turned sideways to let him in.
"I bought two cakes. I heard that they taste pretty good. " Yung Heng walked in and looked around. He did not see Rong Ting in the living room, so he asked her casually, "Where's Rong Ting?"
"He's in the bathroom." Song Yuan went to the dining room and poured him a cup of hot tea. "You came at the right time. Gugu was supposed to spend the night with my dad, but he felt unwell and insisted on going home. He's only been home for less than half an hour."
"Not feeling well? Is he sick? "
"I've taken his temperature. He doesn't have a fever, but he's not in a good mood. It's my fault. I asked my dad to take him to the resort to soak in the hot spring. It's probably his first time and he's not used to it. Maybe he's a little dizzy. We'll see how he goes tomorrow. If he still doesn't feel well tomorrow, I'll take him to the community hospital."
Yung Heng took the cup from her. He had been listening nonchalantly, but now his expression froze. He lowered his head and pretended to ask her casually, "Holiday resort? Where is the resort? "
He paused for a moment and added, "I'll ask my assistant to ask if the hot spring water in the resort is unclean."
"It shouldn't be unclean." Song Yuan thought for a moment. "My dad said that the resort is very good. I think it's in the suburbs. I didn't ask where it is or what it's called. Why don't you ask him when Rong Ting comes out?"
"No, he's probably not feeling well. He might not know if I ask him."
"Well, this guy is still in the bathroom. I'll ask him what's wrong. He's been acting all weird since he came back. I don't know who offended him." Song Yuan was also puzzled. Could it be that someone laughed at him when he was soaking in the hot spring?
Yung Heng stopped her in time and said gently, "If he wants to come out, he'll come out. I have to go too. The driver is still waiting downstairs. I'm sorry about today. I'll call you in advance the next time I come over. By the way, the cake tastes good. Try it. "
"Okay, thank you."
Seeing that Yung Heng didn't plan to stay here for long, Song Yuan was relieved.
After all, it was not early. Every time he came over at night, her father was there. Now it was just her and Rong Ting at home. If Rong Ting asked him to stay here for the night, how awkward would that be?
Yung Heng walked to the door and reminded her, "If Rong Ting feels unwell, take him to the hospital immediately. Also, call me."
"Okay, I know."
After Yung Heng left, Song Yuan returned to the living room and saw Rong Ting coming out of the bathroom with a drooping face, like a frosted eggplant.
Song Yuan opened the box containing the cake and saw two pieces of cream cake inside. Her face revealed a happy expression and called Rong Ting over, "Your Imperial Father sent you the cake. I've eaten this cake before. It tastes very good. When I was young, my father often bought me this kind of cream cake. The red jam and cream taste really good."
Rong Ting didn't even look at the cake on the coffee table. Recalling what he saw today, he said coldly, "Gu won't eat it."
He would only refer to himself as "Gu" when he was angry.
Song Yuan felt that she wasn't the kind of parent who spoiled her child. She didn't offend him today, but his expression was ugly as soon as he came back!
"If you don't want to eat, then don't eat. Why are you throwing a tantrum?" Song Yuan ignored him and picked up a fork to eat the cake. She was still unhappy.
Rong Ting didn't know what was wrong with him. He had clearly written a few words of "Jing" and "Si", but he still couldn't calm down. However, he also knew that he shouldn't show his negative emotions in front of his Imperial Mother. If he was really a man, wouldn't it be enough to directly question his Imperial Father when he came just now?! As a son, he couldn't criticize his Imperial Father's mistakes, but he had to make his Imperial Mother endure his temper. What was he doing?
"Imperial Mother, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have thrown a tantrum at you. "Rong Ting hesitated for a long time before he took the initiative to apologize.
"What's wrong with you today? If you're not feeling well, tell me. I'm also very worried about you right now." Song Yuan simply put down her fork and pulled him to sit on the sofa. She asked him very seriously, "Did someone make you unhappy at the resort? If you don't say anything, I can only guess. If there's anything you're unhappy about, you can tell me. We agreed that we would tell each other all our secrets, didn't we? "
Rong Ting raised his head and looked at Song Yuan. He pursed his lips and looked very wronged, "There's something I want to tell you. I can't hide it from you."
"What is it?"
"I saw Imperial Father at the resort today. Imperial Father was eating with a young woman. They were chatting happily." After Rong Ting said this, his chest heaved up and down. It was obvious that he was still very depressed and angry.
Song Yuan was startled, and when she reacted, she was also amused by him. However, looking at the child's angry expression, she quickly restrained the smile on her face and said very seriously: "That's his freedom. He's now Xie Heng, legally single. He has the right to develop feelings with others. Besides, he has forgotten everything now. Maybe in his heart, he's Xie Heng. Gugu, I think you should accept this fact. Otherwise, it will be very awkward for me and him. "
Rong Ting did not say anything.
Song Yuan said again: "Actually, I was very worried from the beginning. I thought you would matchmake me and him. Now you won't do that, right?"
Fortunately, ever since she knew about the relationship between father and son, Rong Ting had never done anything to make her feel awkward, nor did he make any requests that would make her feel awkward. Otherwise, she would not know what to do.
Rong Ting was silent for a moment. He took a deep breath, but there was a maturity in his tone that did not match his age. "As a son, how can I make a decision about my parents' matters in a hurry before I know the ins and outs of the matter? I still have a lot of things that I don't understand. After I figure out what I'm confused about, I'll decide what I should do. That's the right thing to do. "
"What do you not understand?" Song Yuan was very puzzled.
"Imperial Father and Imperial Mother have lost their memories. No one can explain to me, but I have eyes and I have a brain. I can see and think on my own."
"It's a very profound feeling. Then take your time to think about it. There's no hurry. If you can't figure it out, then forget it. There are a lot of things in this world that can't be explained. "
Rong Ting looked at his Imperial Mother. There were several things that he could not figure out. For example, how did Imperial Father and Imperial Mother meet? For example, why did Imperial Mother want to enter the palace and become the Empress? For example, why did Imperial Mother want to leave? Imperial Mother clearly loved him so much …
"Alright, let's not talk about this. Your grandfather said that you haven't eaten dinner yet. Do you want to eat fried rice or noodles?"
"Noodles." Rong Ting said, "There should be luncheon meat inside. I don't want to eat eggs today."
"Alright, wait a moment."
Song Yuan got up and went to the kitchen. While washing vegetables and cutting luncheon meat, she silently cursed. She could be considered half a good mother now, right? For the sake of a mouthful of food for her child, the number of times she cooked every month had skyrocketed. It was too touching.
Rong Ting stood at the kitchen door and looked at Imperial Mother's busy figure. He could not help but ask: "Imperial Mother, aren't you sad?"
Song Yuan was startled. She turned her head and helplessly said: "Mother is cutting luncheon meat. If you have something to say, say it later."
Rong Ting did not know why he asked this question.
It was very strange. What did he want to ask? Imperial Mother, now that you heard that Imperial Father was with another young woman, aren't you sad?
Imperial Mother, when you were in the palace, were you sad?
***
Mrs. Xie had hired an assistant for Yung Heng. This assistant was very dependable and had good personal abilities. However, for Yung Heng, this assistant was not as convenient as his driver, Sun Qiming. Sun Qiming was originally only a driver, but now there were signs that he was developing in the direction of an assistant. He knew that being a driver for his boss was completely different from being an assistant for his boss. He cherished this opportunity very much. Therefore, he would do his best to do whatever Yung Heng asked him to do. Even if it was beyond his ability, he would think of a way. After all, he had been a driver for his boss for many years, and there were many people in the capital who were willing to give him face.
Yung Heng was sitting in front of his desk, reading and studying.
With his current ability, it was indeed not suitable for him to go to the Xie family. He still had a lot of things to learn.
"Ask on my behalf if there was a person named Song Haiping who checked in at the resort today."
"Okay." Sun Qiming respectfully replied.
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