My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 18

Less than a few days later, the results of the DNA test came out. Song Haiping personally drove out to the institution to pick up the report. When he read the results confirming Rong Ting’s blood relation to his daughter Song Yuan, Song Haiping sat in the emergency staircase, smoking a cigarette. In his younger days, he used to smoke and drink very heavily while he entertained his clients. These past two years, under his daughter’s persuasion, he had already begun to pay attention to his health.

Although he had already mentally prepared himself for the possibility of Rong Ting being his grandson, when the results came out, Song Haiping was still flustered.

What should he do about this child, ne? And what about his daughter’s future?

Most single mothers had it hard. Why did such a thing happen to his daughter?

At this moment, a thought arose in Song Haiping’s mind: if Rong Ting was a child of the Song family, he must definitely acknowledge him. But Rong Ting couldn’t be acknowledged as his daughter’s.

He had decided since long ago that he would never remarry in this life. Everything under his name would be left to his only daughter. He was nearly half a century old, so he didn’t care about his reputation. He would recognize Rong Ting as his own, allowing Rong Ting and his daughter to become brother and sister in name. This way, people would not gossip about his daughter, and his daughter would not be affected if she were to get married and have children in the future.

All dads were selfish. Song Haiping’s favorite would always be his daughter; if he couldn’t control others, then he wanted his daughter to have a happy future.

Once he came up with this thought, Song Haiping hurriedly put out his cigarette. He took out his phone from his pocket and dialed Song Yuan.

Song Yuan was at work. Seeing that the caller ID was ‘Dad’, she picked up the phone and left the office, only picking up the phone when nobody was around. “Dad, I’m at work, ne.”

“Yuanyuan, Dad was thinking. Rong Ting’s registration1 is a problem. Without it, he can’t go to school,” Song Haiping said in a relaxed manner. “You’re only twenty-two. You still have a long life ahead of you, ne…”

Before Song Haiping finished speaking, the smile on Song Yuan’s face faded, and she interrupted him. “Dad, I’m not sending Gugu away.”

“Look at what you’re saying. That’s a child of our Song family. How could Dad send him away? Dad wants to feed him well so he can study and become a great talent.”

“Dad, I’m your daughter. I know what you want to say.” The phrase ‘no one understands the father better than the daughter2’ could not be more fitting for the Song father and daughter. “You want to establish Rong Ting as my little brother, right? Dad, it’s not necessary, really. You don’t know how sensitive Gugu is. If I do this, it’s equivalent to me disowning him, and he’ll remember it for his entire life.”

“He’s still a child. What does he know?”

But Song Yuan was unexpectedly insistent. “My point is, no. Dad, I’ve grown up. Gugu is my child, so he’s my responsibility. There’s no point in running away from it. We’ll talk about it later. I don’t know what happened, but what Gugu said is right. I’ve already abandoned him once; if I don’t acknowledge him this time,” she paused, her throat somewhat dry, “it’ll be too unfair for him. He’s still a child, ne.”