My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 34

The formally resigned Song Yuan now had plenty of time to accompany Rong Ting.

She was still much more relaxed than other mothers because Rong Ting was very sensible, and her parents had helped her hire a dependable auntie. Now, she didn’t need to cook three meals a day, nor did she need to clean–her day was very free. While Rong Ting practiced his calligraphy, she did not disturb him. After all, she wasn’t a teacher, and she was unable to give him any pointers. Therefore, she was very free during this time. She could browse the Internet, catch up on dramas and variety shows, or have a cup of soda. It was quite a happy time.

Of course, Song Yuan wasn’t preparing to become a full-time mother. After they moved to B City, and Rong Ting adjusted, she would report to her father’s company.

This made Chen Linjing extremely disgruntled. She had hoped that her daughter would inherit her clothing company. But she couldn’t do anything about it, as her company hadn’t expanded into B City yet.

As time passed, Song Yuan grew more influenced by the mothers in the owners’ group chat. She began to feel that Rong Ting should learn something outside of his academics. Otherwise, with so many babies starting to take early lessons nowadays, wouldn’t Rong Ting have already lost at the starting line?

And so Song Yuan signed Rong Ting up for many trial classes1 to see what Rong Ting was more suited to learning.

When she was young, she had thought that she would be a very progressive mother who would play games with her child. But after having a child, she changed.

She was no different from other mothers. Seeing that there were mothers in the owners’ group chat flaunting awards and trophies, she was actually beginning to worry!

The weather was clear, and there was no ice on the road, so Song Yuan drove Rong Ting to the trial class. The center she had found was very popular in the city. Yesterday, she had taken Rong Ting to the bike-riding course. When Rong Ting saw that the course was full of two- and three-year-old babies, he became angry and changed to the ice-skating course last-minute. After tumbling face-first, his ears flushed red, and he told Song Yuan, he was a prince, and he didn’t need to learn ice sports2.

Song Yuan simply ignored it.

The child hadn’t realized yet that it was impossible for him to return to the ancient times. Song Yuan didn’t want to stimulate him, so she didn’t bring it up.

The child’s plan was to boil a frog in warm water3–cultivate their mother-son bond, and then let her willingly follow him back to the palace.

Although he didn’t say it outright, Song Yuan was aware of his thoughts. Thinking about his previous words, she scoffed twice. Ha, men! Too young, too simple4.

Today, she took Rong Ting to a piano trial class. Afterwards, they would go to another center for a different trial class. Their schedule was a bit tight.

On the way there, in order to prevent any unnecessary situations from occurring, Song Yuan decided to entice him. “Gugu, there’s something I regret a lot now. When I was young, my mom had me learn piano. Afterwards, my dad bought me a piano to help me cultivate my interest, but I couldn’t keep going, so I stopped learning. But everyone needs to have a special talent these days. Our school used to welcome freshmen and host talent shows, and all the students would go on stage to play the violin or piano. My college classmates can play the piano, and they occasionally go to the mall or a coffee shop to pick up work, and they earn a lot.”