"Then why does Dad have a relationship with Aunt An?" Song Xiang used euphemistic words.
Rong Zhe breathed a long sigh of relief, "That person... is not easy to evaluate."
"Um?"
"After the death of my wife, Yan Zhicheng and his wife also had marital problems. An Xuyue has an abnormal brain circuit. She came to Mecca and clung to Mr. Yan Zhicheng. In fact, she just wanted to cause trouble for Yan Zhicheng."
Song Xiang was helpless, this really seemed like something An Xuyue could do.
"Speaking of which, she really accompanied her husband during that time." Rong Zhe paused and sighed again.
Song Xiang was confused and felt that the story was incomplete, "That's not right, I see Yan... Dong Yan loves Aunt An very much. It doesn't seem like they have a discordant marriage. Also, why did my mother..."
Halfway through her words, the maid came down from upstairs and said, "Sir, wake up."
Rong Zhe stood up and dropped the topic, "Hurry up."
Song Xiang nodded, but still had doubts in his mind, so he went to the kitchen with his thoughts on his mind.
The porridge was just ready to eat, and the cakes she made were also kept warm.
Carrying things upstairs, Rong Boye just stood up and saw her coming in carrying things, with obvious joy on his face.
"Another egg pancake?"
Song Xiang was a little embarrassed and said, "I also added glutinous rice porridge!"
Rong Boye smiled, watched her place the things, patted the chair next to her, and said, "Let's eat together."
"oh……"
Song Xiang was also happy. He sat down obediently and served Rong Boye porridge.
She was not hungry, so she held the bowl and glanced at Rong Boye from time to time. When she was discovered, she stopped hiding and smiled innocently.
The thought of asking something flashed past, and I was worried that asking would affect Rong Boye's mood. After thinking about it, I decided to find time to ask Rong Zhe again.
She had an intuition, but Rong Zhe had omitted the important parts.
"After dinner, I will take you to see the things your mother left behind, and I will leave them all to you for safekeeping from now on." Rong Boye took a sip of porridge and said calmly.
Song Xiang felt solemn from the bottom of his heart and nodded solemnly, "I will take good care of it."
Rong Boye twitched the corners of his lips and continued to eat quietly.
After he finished eating, he wiped the corners of his mouth, looked at Song Xiang and said: "There is no need to secretly go out to see him in the future, you can be upright."
Song Xiang was stunned, then overjoyed, "Thank you... thank you, Dad."
Rong Boye pursed his lips, stood up, and motioned for her to follow him.
Song Xiang followed behind, with his hands on his back and his heart full.
At the end of the corridor, the door to the room was still double-opening. Rong Boye opened the door carefully.
The indoor space is spacious and full of big boxes, but it is bigger than the one in Mecca.
Rong Boye took Song Xiang inside, opened the boxes one by one, and introduced them with a casual tone but gentle eyes.
At the end, father and daughter sat down in front of a piano.
"Can you play?"
Song Xiang nodded, "I know a little bit."
Rong Boye was surprised and made way for her.
Song Xiang sat down, a little nervous, and played a song called Little Star.
After it was over, he looked up at Rong Boye.
"No more?"
Song Xiang stuck out his tongue, "He taught me several songs, but I only remember this one."
You don't need to guess who he is.
"He taught you a lot?"
"Well, most of what I know now was taught by him." Song Xiang's eyes lit up when he talked about Yan Han.
Rong Boye's mood was complicated and he couldn't tell what he was feeling.
Bad Bamboo has produced good bamboo shoots, and Yan Han is indeed excellent in all aspects. He is impeccable as a son-in-law.
The only drawback is that I have a father who is no joke.