Rebirth: I Became Mr.President's Beloved-Chapter 62 - His Son Slept with the Girl

Chapter 62: Chapter 62 His Son Slept with the Girl

Chapter 62 -62 His Son Slept with the Girl

Because of Song Baiyan’s appearance, a relentless dispute immediately came to a halt.

For both the Lai and Xia families, after all, it was a scandalous affair, and naturally, the less outsiders knew, the better.

When Tang Li saw Song Baiyan again, she also had a brief moment of astonishment.

The child who had been hiding behind her had already run over holding the Corgi: “Big brother, when did you come back? You weren’t home when I left!”

“Just now.” Song Baiyan patted the child’s head, “Remember to tell the family before you go out next time, so others don’t worry.”

“I had an emergency,” said the little fellow, hands behind his back, his tone childish yet earnest.

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After finishing, he turned his head to look at Tang Li.

Seeing the child making faces at her, Tang Li suddenly felt a bit of a headache.

This headache arose because the child had just fabricated evidence to help her.

Tang Li had thought that tonight she could not withdraw unscathed, deciding to have Lai Yuaner stay in her room, she had readied herself for a slap from Lai Wenyan.

If a slap could result in calling off the marriage, Tang Li didn’t think she was at a loss.

Lai Yuaner had wronged her in their past life, and in this life, she would pay her back in full.

Whether through pranks or deliberate schemes.

When Lai Yuaner was about to close the door, she should have grasped a principle: when malicious intent arises, she would ultimately be destroyed by that same malice.

The only thing Tang Li had miscalculated was the sudden appearance of the child.

When Xia Zhengguo saw the visitor was Song Baiyan, he quickly came over, politely saying, “Second Master is welcome anytime, it’s just that something happened at home tonight—”

Song Jingtian hurried to interrupt: “His son slept with someone else’s daughter.”

“…” Xia Zhengguo’s face turned awkward.

Lai Wenyan’s expression also turned ugly, he came tonight to discuss a marriage proposal for Tang Li, but he hadn’t expected his younger daughter to be compromised here; hearing the child’s exaggerated words, he hurriedly corrected: “It was a misunderstanding, it’s resolved now.”

On the bed, Ouyang Qian held Lai Yuaner to prevent her from speaking further.

What’s done is done; now, all they could do was try to minimize the consequences.

For someone like Song Baiyan, he wouldn’t be particularly interested in gossip.

But that child—

Ouyang Qian was aware of the affairs concerning the Song Family.

7 years ago, a toddler appeared beside the over sixty-year-old Old Madam Song, who claimed it was her third child.

Song Mingzhang had passed away less than a year prior.

At that time, the child was 9 months old and could already stagger around holding Old Madam Song’s hand.

Quickly, the terms “posthumous child” and “old clam produces a pearl” gained traction in social circles.

Some also suspected the child was Song Baiyan’s illegitimate son.

Ouyang Qian, while playing mahjong with other wealthy ladies, heard from a lady who had been a neighbor to the Song Family, saying she personally saw Song Baiyan taking the child for a walk in the yard, the one-year-old child clinging to Song Baiyan’s neck calling him “Daddy,” and Song Baiyan merely smiled without correcting him.

Thinking of how this child had helped Tang Li testify against Yuanyuan made Ouyang Qian cautious of further uncontrollable incidents.

As for Tang Li—

She stood single-handedly, trying to act invisible.

Yet Song Jingtian ran up to her, tugging at her dress hem: “Hey! Want to eat some roasted sweet potatoes?”

Tang Li was about to refuse, but then she caught a glimpse of Song Baiyan’s inadvertently cast glance.

Such a profound and sharp look, as if he had already seen through the little schemes she orchestrated tonight at the Xia Family’s home.

Tang Li tried to appear calm and collected, yet somewhat felt out of place.

This feeling, like a misbehaving student pretending to be good, who encounters a teacher by chance, trying to hide her misconduct, yet not feeling entirely confident inside.