My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 30

When Song Yuan got home, Rong Ting was in the middle of playing games on the tablet.

He finally had something in common with the children of this time–he liked to play video games! Song Haiping had been rather obsessed with “Legend of the Three Kingdoms”1 since a while ago. Rong Ting watched him play for a while, became interested, and then plunged headlong into the game pit. But fortunately, Rong Ting had extraordinary self-control and wasn’t addicted to it.

Song Yuan felt that Rong Ting had even better discipline than her, so she wasn’t in much of a position to lecture him. One time, she had been searching the Internet on her phone in the middle of the night. Rong Ting had gotten up to go to the bathroom, saw that her bedroom light was still on, and in turn urged her to go to bed early, instead of staying up late…

When she thought back on this incident, she felt rather ashamed as a mother.

Song Yuan casually placed the paper bag on the table. Rong Ting glanced at it. “What is it?”

“Someone gave some apples.” Song Yuan thought of the white-haired handsome geand couldn’t help letting out a sigh.

“Why is Mother Empress preoccupied?” Rong Ting became keenly aware of Song Yuan’s lack of enthusiasm. She had clearly been quite happy when she came through the door. What happened?

Even if Song Yuan’s brain was lacking, she still wouldn’t talk about it with Rong Ting. “I’m just tired from working overtime. I’m going to go take a shower.”

“En.”

Once Song Yuan entered the bathroom with her pajamas, Rong Ting put down the tablet and got off of the sofa. He had previously learned from her how to boil milk, so he made her a cup of steamed milk and placed it by the bed.

Song Yuan came out after washing up to blow-dry her hair.

Rong Ting followed behind her. “Mother Empress, the light in your room is on.”

“Oh, it’s okay.”

Rong Ting was nervous. This was the first time he had made steamed milk for Mother Empress. He hoped that Mother Empress would quickly discover it and praise him, so he couldn’t help urging her, “Mother Empress, it’s not good to waste electricity.”

“You know it’s not good to waste electricity?” Song Yuan turned off the hair dryer, amused by his words. “It’s alright, the light in my room is energy-efficient. Or maybe you could help turn it off for me?”

Rong Ting’s expression was cold. “No.”

Things were not going to plan.

Song Yuan saw Gugu huffily return to the living room and sit on the sofa. She thought, then decided to return to her room to turn off the light. Wasting electricity was indeed a bad habit. The child has already pointed it out; if she didn’t correct it, then how could she set a good example for him in the future?

Rong Ting sat on the sofa, but he sneakily kept an eye on her. Seeing her enter the bedroom, he subconsciously straightened up and somewhat nervously glanced at the bedroom door.

Song Yuan spotted the cup of hot milk on the bedside table and immediately understood what was going on.

When she came out of the room, Rong Ting immediately withdrew his gaze and continued staring at the TV.