My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 38

Of course, Song Yuan had to express her thoughts. “Dad, I’m not going to tell you what Mr. Xie thinks. You said it yourself; his family background is not ordinary, and I’ve mentioned to him that I have a son. Dad, your behavior today really embarrassed me. Mr. Xie and I really are just ordinary friends. Regardless of what other people think, I treat him as an ordinary friend, and there is no interaction with him beyond the scope of friends.”

Although she knew that Rong Ting wouldn’t eavesdrop, she still lowered her voice. “Rong Ting is still young. Although he likes me a lot, children believe that their parents are a pair. He thinks that I and his father are still husband and wife. Until he corrects his belief, I can’t be in a relationship with anyone, and I don’t want him to misunderstand me as a mom who had an extramarital affair. I just want to raise him well right now; I haven’t thought about anything else.”

“But don’t worry, Dad, I know what kind of person I am. The rich and powerful aren’t for me, and I don’t have such a big heart; I won’t have any ideas after finding out Mr. Xie’s identity and background. What you’re worried about won’t happen.”

One should know one’s place. She had always known that she wasn’t very bright. Even since she was young, her grades had never been particularly good. Even if she studied hard, her grades would always hover between average or just above. And as for emotional intelligence, she was not the kind of person who could handle complicated interpersonal relationships with ease. People like her were used as stepping stones in palace dramas, dying without even knowing how they died…In other words, she still didn’t quite believe that she transmigrated to the ancient times and somehow ended up becoming empress.

Song Haiping was relieved after hearing Song Yuan’s reassurance. He was very ambitious and initially wanted to get on board with Xie Heng, but when he saw Rong Heng interacting with and showing interest in his daughter, he didn’t feel the least bit happy. Instead, he was flustered and anxious.

“It’s best if you think this way. Okay, I thought at first that I’d have to speak with you for a long time, but now I can catch my flight. I won’t say any more.” Song Haiping stood up and got ready to leave. Before he left, he warned Song Yuan again, “Don’t get too close to the Xie family. The waters in B City are too deep; it might be troublesome even if you two are ordinary friends. The rich and powerful in B City are… ai.”

“Fine fine fine, I know.”

Song Yuan wasn’t stupid. She was living so peacefully now; she didn’t want any trouble.

Song Haiping understood his daughter and left, satisfied.

As soon as he left, Rong Ting came out from the kitchen, having finished washing the strawberries. Not seeing Song Haiping, he asked doubtfully, “Grandfather has left again?”

“En, he left to go catch a plane for his business trip.”

“Then he is unfortunate1.” Strawberries were Rong Ting’s favorite. The transparent fruit bowl was filled to the brim with large and beautiful strawberries. He looked up at Song Yuan. “Mother Empress, let us eat together. Gu just had a taste of one, and it was quite sweet. It is better than the strawberries gu has eaten before.”

“Okay.”

The mother and son sat at the coffee table, happily eating strawberries.