The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince! Chapter 1840 1833: Rong Ning's Ending

Rong Ning helped Song Tang up and rubbed his head, his heart instinctively showing so affection, "Did you hurt yourself when you fell?"

"No, it didn't hurt! My mom says I have tough skin, so no matter how I fall, it doesn't hurt!" Song Tang grinned, stuffing the malt candy into his mouth casually.

It was clear his na wasn't given in vain; he really loved eating candy!

Song Huaining knew he wouldn't get hurt, so he didn't even step outside but shouted from within, "If you don't co back right away, don't expect to have dinner!"

Song Tang quickly responded, "Mom, I'm coming!"

He said, grabbing Rong Ning's hand and pulling him into the yard, "Father, co on, let's have dinner together! My mom's cooking skills have gotten better and better recently!"

Rong Ning froze, "What did you call ?"

"Father! Aren't you my father? My mom especially sent to the Xiao family to see you. Even though she only let have a glance, I still rembered! Especially your white hair and the scar on your wrist."

Song Tang, chewing on the malt candy, suddenly felt a bit down. He rubbed Rong Ning's wrist, saying, "When I was little, I also got cut by a knife and cried loudly. My mom said my father suffered worse injuries than I did and he never cried."

So he kept it in mind, knowing that unless he was fatally injured, there was no point in crying over minor falls.

He had to learn from his father.

Rong Ning's heart trembled violently, numbly allowing Song Tang to pull him into the yard.

He wasn't prepared to et Song Huaining again, but the slim and delicate figure of the woman broke into his view, and he couldn't recognize her at all.

"Bang——"

The club in Song Huaining's hand fell to the ground, "Ning... Ning Brother?"

Why was he here?

"You..."

Both were stunned at the sa ti, not knowing who was more shocked by whom.

Rong Ning was astounded that she bore no resemblance to the past.

Song Huaining was shocked that her Ning Brother would co to see her voluntarily...

Didn't he dislike her completely?

Song Huaining still had an apron tied around her waist and, feeling at a loss, clutched it tightly, "I... I made dinner, Song Tang, go eat first!"

She said, stepping forward to grab her mischievous son and pushed him into the house.

Song Tang, having finished the malt candy, still had so sticking to his teeth. He used a small wooden stick to pick at the gaps between his teeth and cheekily said, "Father, my mom really misses you and took to secretly watch you!

She clearly said we'd just take one look and leave, but in the end, she watched for so many days and couldn't bear to leave!

She really missed you!"

"Song Tang, you're asking for a beating!"

Song Huaining picked up the club, ready to hit the little rascal!

"Don't hit him."

Rong Ning held her wrist and took the club from her hand.

He looked at the child eating in the room, though lacking manners, his eyes showed clever wit, stirring deep guilt and self-bla within him, "Sorry, it was my fault."

This apology was already ten years overdue.

Song Huaining's heart trembled, tears streaming down profusely, yet she still forced herself to choke back her emotions and reply, "It's... it's all right, I chose it back then."

So whether it was faking death and disappearing or raising Tangtang, it was her obligation to bear.

Love was of her own choice, and she had no regrets or qualms.

Rong Ning pressed his thin lips tightly, glanced at the child happily eating in the room, and softly said, "Can I go and see him?"

After not seeing daylight for ten years, he never knew he had a son, and that he had grown so big.

Song Huaining was stunned for a mont, then nodded, "You can."

She took Rong Ning into the house they rented; it was simply furnished but clean and tidy.

Song Tang grew up among common folk, free from the constraints of etiquette and norm, exuding a sense of ease and carefree deanor, perfectly matching his mischievous nature.

When he ate, he made faces and caused so much ruckus the two adults could hardly maintain their peace.

Song Huaining was too lazy to preach; whenever he provoked her, she'd beat him, and it was no exception in front of Rong Ning. After Song Tang got a couple of slaps, he behaved a little better.

But he was also clever; after he finished eating, he took the bowl and chopsticks to wash in the yard, not ddling in the adults' business inside.

Rong Ning sat at the table, occasionally glancing outside, "What year was he born?"

Song Huaining replied calmly, "The fifth day of the eighth month of the year of Guǐhài; very soon, he'll be exactly nine years old."

"The fifth day of the eighth month, he was born a month premature." Rong Ning frowned slightly.

Song Huaining was a bit surprised, "How did you know?"

She then rembered, the Ning Brother she adored was the smartest person in the world, and if he calculated the days, he'd surely figure it out.