My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 37

Due to the overwhelming shock in Song Haiping’s gaze when he looked at Rong Heng, Song Yuan unconsciously asked: “Dad, do you know Mr. Xie?”

She didn’t ask Rong Heng because she had only learned a few days ago that he had gotten injured and lost his memory. He didn’t even remember his family, so how could he remember other people?

If her dad was acquainted with Rong Heng, she wouldn’t find it strange.

Her father had been in business for more than twenty years; he had a wide network and was acquainted with many people.

Rong Heng was very well-raised. Even with Song Haiping looking at him like this, he smiled and asked politely, “I’m sorry, Uncle, I fell ill some time ago and can’t remember many things. Do you know me?”

Of course Song Haiping knew him! But it was he who knew Xie Heng; the Xie family’s crown prince definitely didn’t know him.

Song Haiping was originally going to mention the incident when the Xie family’s driver nearly hit Rong Ting on the streets of B City. But just as he opened his mouth, he suddenly remembered that his daughter was still around, and he quickly swallowed down his words.

He couldn’t let his daughter know anything about that. Song Haiping spoke, with a serious face, “I met you once at a friend’s dinner party several years ago, Mr. Xie.”

What a stroke of luck. Just when he was planning to have someone check the crown prince’s location in the city because he had no clue, he appeared right in front of him.

But Song Haiping had no thoughts of climbing the social ladder at this moment.

He looked at Rong Heng, then at Song Yuan. His expression suddenly turned very grave.

Rong Heng smiled. “So it was like that. Uncle, you don’t need to be so polite to me. I am Miss Song’s friend, and you are an elder.”

When Song Haiping heard his daughter being addressed as “Miss Song,” his eyes flashed, and he smiled. “Is that so.”

Seeing their awkward conversation, Song Yuan hurriedly said, “Dad, don’t you need to catch a flight? Hurry and go. If you’re late, it’ll be super troublesome to change your flight time. Let’s go, Mr. Xie, I’ll take you back.”

Just as these words left her lips, Song Haiping said, “I just got a message that the other side’s not in a hurry, so it’s all the same if I leave tomorrow. It’s late now, Mr. Xie, so let me take you back. You weren’t aware, but Yuanyuan has to go back and look after the child. It’s not safe for children to be at home alone.”

The usually very considerate Rong Heng seemed not to understand the hint in Song Haiping’s words. The smile in his warm eyes never faded. “There’s no need, Uncle. My hotel is just nearby, so I’ll just go for a walk to help with digestion. You and Miss Song should go back first. It’s indeed unsafe to leave the child alone at home.”

Song Haiping was dumbstruck.

Unexpectedly, Xie Heng knew that Yuanyuan already had a child.

So what was going on here?

But Song Haiping didn’t acquiesce. He called his driver and said to Rong Heng, “Mr. Xie, it’s cold outside. You mentioned you were sick some time ago, so you must pay attention to your health. Normally, since you’re a friend of Yuanyuan, we should invite you to dinner at our place. It’s just that the father of the child hasn’t come home yet, and he’s very clingy with Yuanyuan. We can’t keep you, but you shouldn’t be so polite with us. Let my driver send you home. Don’t treat us as strangers.”