My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 25

Song Yuan didn’t know if it was her imagination, but as soon as the white-haired handsome ge appeared, the shrewish woman who had just been cursing instantly became much quieter.

Song Yuan knew that it was the middle of rush hour right now. She really didn’t want to hold up other people from going to work because of this accident.

“Thank you.” Song Yuan placed her phone back in her back and watched the cars crawl along the road, as slow as snails. She felt apologetic in her heart, but she also didn’t forget to express her gratitude to the white-haired handsome ge. If it weren’t for his timely assistance, she really might have been hit by that woman in that chaotic incident.

Rong Heng looked at Song Yuan and said mildly: “No need to thank me. I can’t tolerate seeing such things happen.”

The expressions of the people around Rong Heng turned strange upon hearing his words.

Rong Heng’s driver had followed him out of the car. Hearing him open his mouth and speak, he looked shocked, as though he had seen a ghost.

The woman was also astonished. She had been so sure she was right. She thought these two were a couple, but they were only strangers? No, since they were strangers, why did this man look at her just now like he desperately wished he could kill her?

“I’m truly very sorry.”

Song Yuan was not that thick-skinned. She saw the drivers passing by rolling down their windows, looking very irritable. She understood them very well.

One time, she had been driving to work and encountered a rear-end collision that held her up for ten minutes and nearly made her late. She considered herself as normally having a good temper, but she had been quite upset that day.

“I’m very sorry, I’m very sorry.” Song Yuan apologized to the drivers passing by.

Someone else’s lack of basic decency1 was their own business. Although this incident wasn’t her fault, she was also an involved party.

Rong Heng watched her apologize to other people. He lowered his eyelids, covering up his true emotions. By the time he looked again at Song Yuan, he had recovered his previous gentleness. “This has nothing to do with you. You don’t need to apologize.”

Song Yuan was stunned, then laughed unconcernedly. “Right now, it’s my car that’s in the way.”

She tucked her hair behind her ear. The temperature in the early winter morning was quite low. She wore a white down jacket that made her skin look even fairer.

“Do you need any help?” Rong Heng looked towards her, his hands in his coat pockets. To be honest, his hands were trembling as he spoke to her, but he kept a gentle and tranquil expression on his face.

“Ah, I don’t need it.” Song Yuan waved her hand. “The traffic police are coming soon. Shouldn’t you be getting to work, too?”

Rong Heng let out an “en.”

“Then I’ll be leaving first.”

Song Yuan waved in farewell, her eyes curved into crescents. “Goodbye. Thank you for today.”

When Rong Heng saw her smiling expression, he was momentarily stunned.