The Villain’s Mother

Chapter 270 – Perhaps, this was a retribution of sorts (2)

Since talking it out with Ruan Xia, Song Tingshen wasn’t troubled anymore. Even though there were unanswered questions, the facts were laid in front of him. There was nothing going on between Qin Yu and his wife, so he should be bothered that someone else knew about the mole on the left side of her waist and the scar behind her ear.

Facts proved that some necessary misunderstandings could promote the development of a relationship.

By now, Song Tingshen had gotten used to reporting his itinerary to Ruan Xia.

“I won’t be coming home to eat dinner tonight.”Song Tingshen didn’t wait for Ruan Xia to ask him why. He consciously explained, “I still have work left to do and a video conference with clients in the UK, so I probably won’t be able to come back home until late.”

Ruan Xia instinctively asked, “What will you do for dinner then?”

Song Tingshen chuckled. “If Mrs. Song is willing to bring me dinner, that would naturally be good. If Mrs. Song is busy, I’ll have my assistant go out and buy me a set meal.”

So the real reason he called her was because he wanted her company when he was working overtime. Thinking that she wasn’t busy, Ruan Xi readily agreed, “Okay then, I’ll bring you dinner.”

Song Tingshen added, “You can come alone.”

Ruan Xia: “…”

Okay, she admitted it. She had been planning to bring Little Wang.

“Are you disliking your son?” Ruan Xia teased him.

“It’s not that.” Song Tingshen looked at the photo of Little Wang and Ruan Xia on his desk. “It’s just that he needs to take a break as a little light bulb sometimes. He can’t be on all the time. That consumes too much electricity.”

It was true that children tied a married couple together, and there were times they advanced their parents’ relationship. And there were other times when children were light bulbs that couldn’t be ignored.

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Ruan Xia didn’t eat much for dinner. She wanted to save space to eat dinner with Song Tingshen.

Little Wang noticed this. As he picked up a chicken wing, he commented, “Mom, you eat so little.”

“Little Wang, Mom is going out later.” Ruan Xia told a lie without changing her expression. “I might come home a bit late. Be good at home and listen to the housekeeper aunty, okay?”

She couldn’t say she was going to go see Song Tingshen. Otherwise, Little Wang would fuss to go with her.

Little Wang asked, “You’re not going to take me with you?”

Ruan Xia discovered that telling a lie to a child was a difficult test of mental toughness. Just like right now, seeing Little Wang’s big clear eyes, she could only summon up the courage to continue tricking him. “Mom is going to see a friend. It’s adult stuff. Besides, it’s late now. You have to go to school tomorrow, so I won’t take you with me.”

Little Wang looked at Ruan Xia and nodded. “Okay then. Come back soon, Mom.”

He was very well-behaved and sensible. He didn’t fuss or insist on going with her. This gave Ruan Xia a sense of relief that it was so easy to get away with her lie.

What she didn’t know was that as she drove away from the house with a food container, Little Wang was standing in front of the French window in the living room and asking the housekeeper aunty, “Why?”

The housekeeper aunty was clearing the dining table. She paused and affectionately looked at Little Wang. “Huh?”