My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 8

Although the company was owned by her uncle1, Song Yuan didn’t dare to ‘chute in and get out2. With the exception of thatweek’s unwarranted sick leave, she never dared to be absent from work without good reason and was seldom late. Song Yuan got up and came out of her bedroom and found that Rong Ting was sitting upright on the sofa. His eyes were fixed on the blank television screen, as though wondering what this thing was.

“The fridge doesn’t have anything else, so I ordered breakfast takeout.” Song Yuan said as she combed her hair. “At noon, I’ll call for takeout for you–”

“Ei, forget it, forget it!” Song Yuan felt that it was too irresponsible to leave the child at home. Her brain thought up all sorts of news like “Playing Child Falls from the Building” and “Strangers Break In and Abduct Child.” Then, accepting her fate, she sighed, her head hung low. “I’m still on leave today, and fortunately tomorrow is Saturday.”

Song Yuan really couldn’t rest assured leaving Rong Ting alone at home.

He wasn’t her child, but he was in her home, so it was only natural that she temporarily assume the responsibility of being his “guardian.”

To say it in way that invited envy3, going to work was a waste of time for Song Yuan. Father Song wanted her to inherit the supermarket, and Mother Song wanted to have her manage the clothing company. But both of them had one thing in common, and that was a very, very high position.

It wasn’t that Song Yuan didn’t want to be a beautiful young lady who inherited the family business. It was just that her parents had zero intention of retiring. She could imagine that, if she really did pick a side, she would definitely bear one side’s “blame” and the other side’s never-ending commands.

For world peace and a good parent-child relationship, she couldn’t inherit either the supermarket or the clothing company for now. After discussing with her uncle, she decided that she would work there. This way, neither her father nor mother could say anything. 

She just ran errands in the company and was responsible for simple paperwork. She was like a brick–she moved wherever she was needed, and at the same time, it was easy to look dispensable within the team.

She didn’t ask for time off very often, so the department head very readily approved the request for leave.

Now that she had asked for vacation, there was no need to hurry. The beauty-loving Song Yuan meticulously put on her makeup.

Rong Ting sighed and shook his head in his heart. He really didn’t understand a woman’s thoughts. There was no maid to wait on Mother Empress, and even makeup had to be done herself. She preferred to suffer miserably here and leave Father Emperor. For what?

The doorbell rang, and Song Yuan let out an excited cheer. She quickly opened the door to greet the handsome delivery brother4.

The delivery brother was a boyish young man5. Seeing Song Yuan, he showed a bright smile. “Hello, your delivery is here6.”

Song Yuan received the delivery and said the usual thanks.

The delivery brother added: “Please give a 5-star rating, oh.”

“En!”

Song Yuan shut the door and called Rong Ting over for breakfast.