My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 62

As Rong Ting was practicing his calligraphy, there was suddenly a knock on the door. Song Yuan was still putting away the clothes in the luggage bags, so Rong Ting placed down his brush and scampered over to the door. For safety reasons, Song Yuan had installed a monitor in the hallway and above the door. Rong Ting stood on a small stool and pressed the monitor switch. Several seconds later, Rong Heng appeared on the display.

Rong Ting clenched his fist, neither speaking nor pressing the key to open the door. He hopped off the stool and headed to the bathroom. As he passed by his room, he paused. Gritting his teeth, he said, “Empress Mother, someone is at the door. I am going to the restroom!”

Song Yuan watched as he shot off like a cannonball into the bathroom, shutting the door heavily. For a moment, she was baffled by his behavior. She didn’t rush to open the door and instead headed over to the bathroom door. Tentatively knocking on the frosted glass door, she asked, “What’s wrong? Do you feel uncomfortable?”

“No! Empress Mother, one must not speak while in the restroom.”

“Oh.”

Did this kid eat some dynamite today? Exploding on everyone he sees.

Song Yuan didn’t pay him any mind. She crossed through the living room into the hallway and saw through the peephole that the person in front of the door was Rong Heng. She opened the door, asking him with a doubtful expression, “Why are you here? You didn’t call ahead of time ah.”

In the past, every time Rong Heng came over, he would give her a call, which could be considered giving notice or asking for her opinion. This was the first time he’d come without giving a call.

Rong Heng smiled apologetically. “I forgot. I just happened to be passing by to give Rong Ting a cake.”

Song Yuan turned to the side to let him in.

“I bought two cakes. I heard other people say it tastes pretty good.” Rong Heng walked in and looked around. Seeing that Rong Ting wasn’t in the living room, he turned to ask her, “Where’s Rong Ting?”

“He’s in the bathroom.” Song Yuan walked into the dining room and poured him a cup of hot tea. “Good timing. Gugu was originally supposed to be spending the night outside with my dad, but he suddenly felt unwell and had to come back home. It’s been less than half an hour since he got home.”

“Unwell? Is he sick?”

“I took his temperature and there wasn’t any fever. It was just that his mood was pretty low, and he blamed me for letting my dad take him to the hot spring resort. I guess he couldn’t get used to the hot spring because it was his first time. Maybe he felt a little dizzy ba. We’ll see how he is tomorrow. If he still feels uncomfortable tomorrow, I’ll take him to the hospital for a look.”

Rong Heng accepted the cup she handed over. Originally, he had been absent-mindedly listening, but at this moment, his expression froze. He lowered his head and asked her a feigned casual manner, “Resort? Where’s the resort?”

He paused, then added, “I can ask my assistant to ask whether the hot spring water in the resort isn’t clean.”

“It shouldn’t be unclean ba,” Song Yuan recalled. “My dad said that the resort is very good. I think it’s in the suburbs ba? I didn’t ask for the specific name, but when Rong Ting comes out you can ask him?”