My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 51

The climate in B City was relatively dry, and the region was warm, so although the winds outside the room were bitingly cold, the inside was as warm as spring.

Song Yuan had to buy several humidifiers to let run at once before finally feeling it was less dry.

By the time she got up, Rong Ting was already practicing calligraphy.

Song Yuan lazily stretched her waist in the living room and pretended to inadvertently say, “It’s so dry here, isn’t it? I feel like I’m about to have a nosebleed.”

Rong Ting placed down his writing brush and rotated his wrist before saying, “Is it? I think it’s all the same. When we were over there, the heater was on all day.”

A miscalculation.

“Don’t you think it’s very dusty here in B City?” Although Song Yuan had settled down in B City, she was used to living in her hometown, so she wasn’t accustomed to B City.

“It’s okay.”

Ai, this child wasn’t very easily fooled. Song Yuan didn’t bother to skirt around the issue and jumped straight to the point. “Um, Gugu, I was thinking, we’re not used to life here, so, let’s go back?”

She felt that she couldn’t stay in B City, but she still had to ask for Rong Ting’s opinion.

Was it good for children to move around frequently?

He had finally gotten used to life here and made a few friends at the academy.

Rong Ting looked at her in astonishment. “For what reason do you wish to return? Have we not discussed it?”

“En. Mom is lonely here. No relatives, no friends. Sometimes I miss home.”

If it’s like that…

Rong Ting looked deep in thought. He walked in front of Song Yuan and took her hand. He said quietly, “I can do either. Empress Mother can decide.”

“How are you so good?” Song Yuan was a bit moved. “I wasn’t as good as you when I was young.”

“I know that all the choices Empress Mother makes are for my own good.” The more Rong Ting got to know this time period, the more he knew what Empress Mother had given up for him.

“En!” Song Yuan bent down and pulled him into a hug. Her right hand stroked his head, and she said in a warm and firm voice, “Yes, Mom just wants Gugu to live happy and healthy.”

Rong Ting trusted her so much. She thought, in the past five years, he must have had a pampered life1 and truly was one above ten thousand. In truth, she and he had no previous affection–his sentiments for her were purely that of a child’s attachment to his mother. As for true affection, there wasn’t much, as it could only be cultivated by living together.

But he still wholeheartedly trusted her and never doubted her. This unreserved trust was probably a given for many mothers. But she’d been absent from his life for many years. To still have this trust made her especially emotional.

Trust should be mutual. She couldn’t take it for granted that she was his mother and make all the decisions for him without giving him the right to know and choose.

Song Yuan had decided to tell Rong Ting the truth, but she didn’t know how to say it. Her mind was a complete mess.

At noon, Song Yuan received a message from her friend Xie Ya. [Yuanyuan, I heard something! Ji Junpei rejected an offer from a big company here. Yesterday when everyone had a meal together, he said that he was going to B City to develop!]