My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 19

At three in the afternoon, Song Haiping got off work early and brought Rong Ting to the nearby supermarket to purchase groceries.

Rong Ting sat in the shopping cart while Song Haiping pushed him. It was inevitable for the grandfather and grandson pair to quarrel.

In fact, every time they argued, it was over some trivial matter1–after their argument, they would forget the reason they fought in the first place. Song Haiping was not a bad cook, and he felt distressed thinking that his daughter would return home and then have to raise the child and cook, so he could only volunteer to take over the heavy responsibility. Fortunately, nothing was going on at the company, so he had enough time.

Song Yuan felt that this was her happiest moment! It would be even better if her mom was also here!

Every day, when she came home from work, she could smell the food. Her dad would come out of the kitchen to instruct her to wash her hands before eating.

Meanwhile, Gugu would be standing in the balcony reciting his lessons or practicing calligraphy.

During dinner, Song Haiping casually announced, “Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, I plan to drive to B City and also bring Rong Ting along.”

Song Yuan and Rong Ting put down their chopsticks and said in unison: “What?”

Rong Ting’s brows furrowed. “Gu objects.”

He was considerate of Mother Empress’s working hard every day. Following Grandfather around did not mean that he was willing to leave Mother Empress and follow Grandfather elsewhere.

“Children have no right to object.” Song Haiping looked at Song Yuan. “You’re working hard every day. As for me, ne, there are matters in B City that I want to take a look at. You’ll be anxious while Rong Ting stays at home, and his meals are also a problem–he can’t eat takeout every day, and if he did call for takeout, it’d be unsafe with him by himself at home.”

Song Yuan felt that what her dad said was reasonable. She still had many matters to deal with at work, mainly because a colleague in her team had gotten sick and gone to the hospital, and now those matters had fallen on her, the brick2. She couldn’t resign during such an important time, and she would worry if Rong Ting was home alone.

Rong Ting didn’t seem as opposed to the suggestion as before after hearing Song Haiping’s argument, but he still frowned as he asked: “How long?”

He was now being taught by Song Haiping, and his speech was gradually becoming more like that of modern times.

“As long as one week and as short as three or four days.”

Song Haiping was also unconsciously influenced by Rong Ting’s speech into sounding more “scholarly”.

Rong Ting shot Song Haiping a look of reluctance. “Alright, ba.”

He himself knew that if he didn’t follow Grandfather to B City, Mother Empress would constantly worry for him while at work and would rush back as soon as possible after work. It would be too exhausting; he should learn to show consideration for Mother Empress.

Rong Ting didn’t have any luggage to pack; he still wore the traditional clothing. After taking a bath at night, he would change out of it, wash it, and hang it to dry so he could wear it the next day.