My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 27

Song Yuan ran all the way from the gates of the community to her building. She didn’t get drenched, but she didn’t dare to get too careless in this weather. If she caught a cold, she’d have to suffer for at least a week. As soon as she crossed through the door, she greeted Rong Ting, then grabbed her pajamas and rushed into the bathroom.

Every day, Rong Ting would wait for Song Yuan to come home before eating dinner. There was no Grand Tutor here, but he managed his own time very well.

He had already finished his school work and practiced his calligraphy. Moreover, he felt that the secrets and knowledge contained within the books here greatly expanded his knowledge and outlook.

Song Yuan washed her hair and showered until her entire body gave off steam. Winter was the season of fattening up1. At this moment, she was staring at the dishes on the table with itchy fingers2, but they were no longer steaming hot. She warmed up the dishes again with Rong Ting at her side. Although he didn’t say it outright, his affection for her was visible to anyone with eyes.

The little prince had lacked maternal love.

In the past, Song Yuan would share stories about her day with Rong Ting, but today, she didn’t really want to share.

If this child heard that she had shared an umbrella with another man today, he would probably be too angry to sleep at night. Who knew if His Majesty the emperor was usually too awe-inspiring–Rong Ting said that he only wanted her to be happy, but in his heart, he wished she could reconcile with his Father Emperor.

Gugu definitely loved her very, very much, but he also deeply adored his Father Emperor, although he didn’t say it.

After eating, Rong Ting took the initiative to help Song Yuan clean up. The auntie had already left, but fortunately they had a dishwasher at home. After they had eaten and drunk enough, Song Yuan had Rong Ting go wash up.

The mother and son, both smelling fresh and clean, lay on the sofa and watched TV.

Song Yuan didn’t have a habit of following dramas. Rong Ting wasn’t interested in any TV shows, including cartoons, but in the winter, it was simply impossible to go out for a stroll in the cold winds. The only mode of entertainment the two could engage in together was watch TV.

Recently, Song Yuan had started following a transmigration internet-adapted drama3that her colleague was gushing about.

As a matter of fact, there was no need for her coworker to hype it up. The male lead was a little fresh meat4 who Song Yuan liked very much. In order to support her family’s idol, Song Yuan would naturally watch it to up the ratings.

This drama had an ensemble cast5. Song Yuan wasn’t too thrilled about the main CP6, but she really liked the side CP. It was just that the side CP was clearly a deeply sadomasochistic relationship.

The side CP’s all exited the stage7 one after another. Song Yuan couldn’t endure this sort of drama. Not only did the actors in this ensemble cast have both face value and acting skills, but also the costumes and props were exquisite, and the video quality was very clear and gave people the sense that they were watching a movie. What was more, the BGM was too tear-jerking–as soon as the intro played, Song Yuan’s eyes turned red.

Rong Ting found this drama to be extremely boring.

Unlike other children, he had no interest in adult drama series, and he was even less interested in cartoon shows.