After Song Yuan came out of the hospital room, she took a deep breath.
Fortunately, she wasn't a particularly impulsive person. Otherwise, as soon as she entered the hospital room, she would try to "reason" with Yung Heng, only to be told that he only gave Rong Ting sparkling water. Wouldn't that be very embarrassing?
In the past twenty years, it wasn't as if Song Yuan had never lost face, but she didn't want to be too embarrassed in front of Yung Heng, because it would make her seem very stupid.
Fortunately, fortunately, she knew to confirm it. Otherwise, how could she resolve the situation?
Song Yuan held the bottle of sparkling water that Rong Ting mistook for wine, but her mind was replaying the scene just now.
She had known Yung Heng for a few years. What was that expression on his face just now? Stunned, cautious, and nervous, especially when he was wearing a hospital gown. She didn't know why, but she suddenly thought of that weak, pitiful, and helpless expression. She couldn't help but laugh.
From the time she knew him until now, this was the first time she saw such an expression on his face.
The wall was a kind of mirror. She turned her head and accidentally caught a glimpse of the bright smile on her face. She was also stunned. She slightly restrained her smile and looked down at the bottle of sparkling water. Her eyes flashed with a trace of a smile.
Rong Ting was sitting obediently on the bench in the hallway. He saw his imperial mother come out of the hospital room from a distance. He quickly stood up. When his eyes fell on the bottle of wine in her hand, he immediately became nervous. He quickly walked in front of her and asked tentatively: "Imperial mother, did you quarrel with imperial father?"
"We didn't quarrel." This was a complete blunder. She was too careless. If she could calm down and think carefully, she should know that with Yung Heng's high standards for Rong Ting, there was no way he would give him wine!
Song Yuan unscrewed the bottle cap and drank several mouthfuls of the sparkling water under Rong Ting's stunned gaze.
She liked a brand of sparkling water very much. It was sweet, just like soda. However, the one that Yung Heng was drinking … was not as sweet. On the contrary, it tasted a little strange. Rong Ting had never drunk sparkling water or alcohol before. This bottle of sparkling water indeed looked like a sake bottle, so it was not surprising that Rong Ting would misunderstand.
"Mother …" Rong Ting's eyes widened.
Song Yuan shook the sparkling water in the bottle and smiled. "This is not wine."
"It's not wine?"
"It's really not wine. It's sparkling water. It's more or less like mineral water. It was water, not wine. I think you drank this water in the hot spring yesterday. You also saw this in the fridge in your father's room. He seems to like drinking this water very much. " Song Yuan thought for a while and said, "Your Imperial Father is not a person who likes to drink. I rarely see him drink."
Now that she thought about it, other than wanting to be a good emperor, Rong Heng really didn't have any other desires.
He did not like to eat anything, did not like to drink, and did not like to be lazy. He did not have any interests or hobbies other than reading.
In the past, when she was in the harem, when she was depressed, it was not like she did not think that it was a mistake for her to meet him. It was also possible that he also thought so.
Song Yuan fell into deep thought. Rong Ting, however, felt like his worldview had been reconstructed. He originally thought that he had the potential to not get drunk after a thousand cups. He originally thought that he was very good at drinking. In the end … Father didn't drink wine, but only water???
What was this? It was too disappointing.
Rong Ting thought so in his heart, but he did not dare to show it. He even patted his chest "hypocritically" and looked relieved. "That's great. Mother Empress, don't be angry. I didn't drink wine. Wine is not a good thing. I won't touch it." He paused and felt that he could not be too sure. Who knew what would happen in the future? He added, "I will listen to Grandfather. At least I won't touch it before I turn 18."
He was really too quick-witted.
Song Yuan glanced at him and saw through his thoughts. "You better do as you say."
"I will definitely do as I say."
The mother and son walked into the elevator.
In the ward, Yung Heng got out of bed and walked to the table where the small fridge was placed. He looked confused and opened the fridge. He still could not figure out what had just happened. It was very strange. He was sure that he did not see wrongly. She had indeed walked in aggressively. For a second, he suspected that she was going to yell at him, but it was only a few seconds. Her expression changed faster than flipping a book … How should he put it? The last words she said to him, including her smile, made him feel very uncomfortable.
Was she really just thirsty?
Was she really not going to quarrel with him?
***
Yung Heng had achieved his goal. There was no need for him to stay in the hospital any longer. After his fever subsided, he asked Sun Qiming to help him with the discharge procedures.
He could not tell whether the trick of injuring himself to gain her sympathy was effective at the moment, but no matter what, he had to know when to stop and not go overboard.
He just had a common cold and fever. If he continued to stay in the hospital, it was inevitable that she would become suspicious.
Song Yuan received a call from Tie Ci's Xie Ya that day. Xie Ya invited her to the hot springs in the neighboring city with two friends. Xie Ya's luck had changed this year. Her hometown was going to be demolished. After some calculations, Xie Ya should be able to get about one million yuan. Xie Ya had jumped from a poor family to a millionaire. She was so happy that she could not sleep for a few nights. Coupled with her handsome year-end bonus, she generously booked a hot spring villa in the neighboring city for the night. She wanted to bring a few of her best friends to enjoy it together.
Since graduation, Song Yuan did not have many opportunities to meet her friends. Everyone was busy with their own work and their own lives. They could not get together as often as they did when they were students. She wanted to agree, but when she thought about staying for one night, she could not make up her mind. Her parents were busy socializing and did not have time to help her take care of her children.
After thinking about it, she thought of Yung Heng.
If he was only Yung Heng, she would definitely ask him to take care of Rong Ting for two days. After all, he was also Rong Ting's father. However, he was only Xie Heng. She did not know if she should ask him or not.
In the end, Song Yuan gritted her teeth and took the initiative to dial Yung Heng's phone number.
Her friends had time to get together. This was a rare opportunity. She really did not want to miss it.
Yung Heng was reading a book or a newspaper when the phone on the table vibrated. He casually picked it up and glanced at the screen impatiently. When he saw that it was a call from Song Yuan, he thought that he had seen wrongly. He stared blankly at it. When he came back to his senses, he quickly picked it up. He was very fast, but his tone was not slow or hurried. "Hello."
Song Yuan just wanted to give it a try. She said, "Well, do you have time tomorrow or the day after tomorrow? Are you busy? "
If he did not have time, if he was very busy, then forget it.
In the past, her parents were also like this. When her mother was very busy and did not have time to take care of her, her mother would call her father. Her father would take care of her when he had time. If he did not have time, he would send her to her grandparents' house.
When Yung Heng heard this, he did not know how to react.
Was she asking him to do something? His heartbeat suddenly sped up, and he unconsciously straightened his back. The thing that he had been looking forward to had happened, but he was stunned.
In modern communication, this kind of silence was equivalent to a tactful rejection. Song Yuan was not surprised. She smiled and said, "It's fine if you don't have time. But this … "
Before she could finish speaking, she heard the person on the other end quickly reply, "No, no. I have something on hand just now. You just asked if I had time tomorrow or the day after, right? I have time. I'm not busy at all. "
"Do you really have time?" Song Yuan asked again.
"Yes, I do."
Hearing this, Song Yuan was relieved. She did not hold back. "That's great. I have plans with friends tomorrow and the day after. I probably don't have time to take care of Rong Ting. If you have time, you can take care of him. I've already talked to him, and he agreed. "
Rong Ting was very sensible. To him, it would be best if he could be with Imperial Mother. However, Imperial Mother had her own matters to attend to, so he would not make trouble for no reason. It was fine if he could be with Imperial Father ~
… …
This was what it meant to be on a rollercoaster of emotions.
Yung Heng's expression calmed down, and he regained his usual composure. He said very calmly, "Okay."
Song Yuan was too happy. After hanging up the phone, she immediately announced in the group chat that she would also be going.
It had been too long since she had a good time with her friends!
Although it was only a two-day and one-night trip, Song Yuan was still very happy. She brought two sets of swimwear, and she even changed into the new dress that she had bought this year. She ran to Rong Ting, who was still practicing calligraphy, and circled around him. She asked him, "Does it look good?"
It was an apricot-colored knitted dress. She liked it very much when paired with a coat.
Rong Ting looked up and said helplessly, "Imperial Mother, if I remember correctly, I was by your side when you bought this dress. You asked me, and I answered you."
"Why are you so impatient?" Song Yuan raised her hand and pinched her arm. She looked distressed. "It was autumn when I bought this dress. It's already been a year, and I might have gained some weight. The effect of wearing it back then might be different from wearing it now."
Rong Ting only felt that he was under pressure that he should not be under at his age.
He could only say, "It looks good."
The clothes here looked very strange, but after looking at it for a long time, she got used to it.
Song Yuan also knew that it was useless to ask Rong Ting. Although he was only six years old, he already had the characteristics of a steely straight man at such a young age. No matter what she wore, he would say that it looked good, very perfunctorily.
If it weren't for the fact that she and he were the only ones in this room, she would not have grabbed a child and asked him.
"Forget it." Song Yuan turned around. "I won't ask you anymore. Focus on practicing calligraphy. I'm going to do my own manicure. It's a new year!"
She walked towards the bedroom. Rong Ting was still holding a brush in his hand. Looking at her back, he could not help but smile.
Perhaps it was a good thing that Imperial Mother was going out with her friends. At least, she seemed to be happy again.
Rong Ting looked at the xuan paper on the table again. He solemnly wrote four words on the paper —
Smile often.
May Imperial Mother smile often.
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