Rebirth: I Became Mr.President's Beloved-Chapter 65 - Afraid of Disappointing Song Baiyan

Chapter 65: Chapter 65: Afraid of Disappointing Song Baiyan

Chapter 65 -65: Afraid of Disappointing Song Baiyan

Song Baiyan finished his call and was currently sitting behind the desk sipping tea.

The child followed her to the desk.

Tang Li noticed that at the spot near the window in the study, there was a walnut wood console table.

On the console table were several pots of red maple leaves.

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A pair of cotton gloves rested beside the shears for trimming the potted plants.

They were the same gloves Song Baiyan had taken off at the Xia Family’s home.

“What did you do at the Xia Family’s?” Setting his teacup back onto the desk, Song Baiyan asked.

He was questioning Song Jingtian.

The child’s eyes wandered, touching on minor details in response: “Just… I saw someone going into Xia Lang… their son’s room, and I heard screams, so I got worried and went to check.”

After answering, he discreetly nudged Tang Li, reminding her—it’s your turn!

Tang Li: “…”

Song Baiyan looked up, his deep gaze focusing on Song Jingtian: “Did you say anything inappropriate?”

“I just gave testimony for them.” Unsure of his big brother’s attitude, possibly expecting a reprimand, Song Jingtian held his chubby cheeks with his small hands and said vaguely, “Actually, I didn’t really say anything.”

In the middle of his sentence, he turned to ask Tang Li, “Don’t you think so?”

Tang Li herself hasn’t decided how to deal with the upcoming situation, and seeing the child tossing the responsibility to her, she suddenly found her tongue tied.

The education she had received taught her that children should not learn to lie.

Her mother taught her the same while she was alive.

Bad habits in people often start from childhood.

Even though the child was lying to help her, she still did not want to go along with it, fearing that her inadvertent indulgence would affect the child’s later life.

Moreover—

In the presence of Song Baiyan, her protection likely would not be effective.

Therefore, Tang Li glanced at the child and spoke softly, “Lying is indeed wrong and should not be encouraged.”

Song Jingtian looked shocked, his little face as if branded with the words “Unbelievable.”

Then, he was banished back to his room to copy calligraphy tables as punishment.

At the study’s door, the child looked back and hesitated, “Big brother, I haven’t finished my homework. If I write ten more pages of calligraphy, I might not be able to wake up tomorrow.”

Tomorrow was Monday, they had to go to school, and couldn’t be late.

Song Baiyan said, “In the morning, I will have mother wake you.”

As Tang Li watched the child’s dejected retreating figure, she had just withdrawn her gaze when Song Baiyan already asked her, “What exactly happened at the Xia Family’s?”

Tang Li didn’t know how to reply.

She couldn’t say out loud that it was she who had locked Lai Yuaner and Xia Lang together.

It wasn’t that she was afraid of Song Baiyan telling Lai Wenyan, but rather… she was afraid that if she told the truth, Song Baiyan’s attitude towards her would change.

The desolation of her previous life was still vivid in her memory, and that was why she treasured this bit of warmth more—on the night she woke up, there was a person who defended her at the longevity feast; and on a lonely rainy night, he had his subordinate send her an umbrella.

Perhaps, it was because Song Baiyan had seen her at her most disheveled and wretched.

What he offered was akin to elder-like concern.

Not the indifference she was used to seeing.

People are always like this, yearning for attention from those who matter to them, and she was no exception.

This kind of attention seemed to be unrelated to romantic affection, but simply because of a mutual exchange of kindness.

“Yesterday at noon, I had lunch with your father.” Tang Li looked up, and saw that Song Baiyan was brewing tea, his low and deep voice slowly arriving: “From what I gathered in your father’s words, he plans to arrange a marriage with the Xia Family.”

Speaking of which, Song Baiyan’s gaze returned to her, and this time, it had lost its severity: “Your visit to the Xia Family’s tonight, was it about this marriage arrangement?”