My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 58

Rong Ting didn’t tell others what he had overheard in the classroom. Even Song Yuan didn’t know.

After class, he came up to Helen laoshi and handed her the container. “Helen laoshi, these are very sweet. I’ll give them to you.”

Helen laoshi was stunned. She looked at the beautiful strawberries and cherries and asked in a quiet voice, “Why did you want to give laoshi1 fruit?”

“My mom said that you will feel better after eating something sweet. I tried them. The strawberries are sweet, and the cherries are sweet too.”

“Lance, thank you.”

She thought, then earnestly apologized. “Sorry, I might have brought my private circumstances to class. It won’t happen anymore.”

Her students were very bright. Starting today, she had received a continuous stream of snacks, candy, and jelly from the children, their gazes full of innocence. They were worried about her, and she, as an adult, actually made these children worry for her.

Rong Ting said calmly, “It’s no matter. I will forgive you.”

Helen laoshi suddenly laughed. “Mm, thank you.”

She took off the wedding ring. Her parents told her that there would always be friction of one kind or another in marriage, and it would pass after bearing with it. Not to mention, it wasn’t an egregious affair. But she didn’t feel that way. She couldn’t bear to step into the wedding hall with such a person. As long as she imagined him flirting with others, she felt disgusted.

As Rong Ting prepared to leave, he curiosity seemed to get the better of him. He turned and asked her, “Helen laoshi, where is your ring?”

Helen laoshi was stunned upon hearing these words. She tucked some stray hair behind her ear and smiled. “I thought I looked better without a ring.”

Rong Ting left deep in thought.

This incident was just a small one, leaving only a vague impression in Rong Ting’s mind–Helen laoshi’s pained, hopeless, and choked cries.

It was Song Haiping who came to receive Rong Ting today.

Song Haiping had left B City several days ago. Unable to not worry, he pushed back the end-of-year dinner. This was the result of a discussion with his ex-wife.

Rong Ting asked, “Where is Empress Mother?”

Song Haiping lifted him up in a hug and set him down again. Taking his backpack, he cheerfully said, “Yuanyuan’s former roommate from college works here and just came back from a business trip. The two of them made an appointment to have dinner. It’s just the two of us today. Come with Grandpa and I’ll buy you anything you want to eat. Happy?”

“It’s okay,” the prideful Rong Ting, who was very happy but didn’t want to show his grandfather, said.

“What ‘it’s okay.’ You, this child, so awkward. You definitely take after your dad.”

Rong Ting‘s lips curled. From Grandfather’s point of view, his bad traits took after his Emperor Father, and his good traits resembled his Empress Mother.