Rebirth: I Became Mr.President's Beloved-Chapter 69 - An Incredible Identity

Chapter 69: Chapter 69: An Incredible Identity

Chapter 69 -69: An Incredible Identity

Caressing the carved patterns on the cigarette case, it was the one he hadn’t found in the car earlier.

Song Baiyan looked up, just as Ji Ming pushed the door open.

“Has the old lady not returned yet?” Song Baiyan asked.

Ji Ming checked his wristwatch, it was almost eight o’clock: “She should be back soon, I guess.”

Song Baiyan had already stood up, his mellow voice following suit: “Get ready, we’re heading back to Yunqi Villa.”

Noticing the untouched ginger soup on the desk, Ji Ming picked it up and handed it over: “I wanted to make ginger soup for you, but as you know, I’m not great with kitchen affairs. In the end, it was Miss Tang who helped out.”

Upon hearing this, the hand Song Baiyan used to put the book back on the shelf paused.

His gaze fell on the bowl of ginger soup.

“If you’re not drinking it, I’ll take it back to the kitchen,” Ji Ming added.

Tang Li returned to Song Jingtian’s room; the little guy was lying on the bed watching cartoons on the iPad, with a pair of chubby white little feet kicked up in the air.

On the desk were exercise papers and textbooks that had not been tidied up.

Seeing Tang Li’s return, he turned his head and said, “If you hadn’t come back, I was about to call the police.”

Tang Li asked him, “Why call the police?”

“You disappear just by going to get some water, shouldn’t I call the police?”

The little guy sat up, asking her seriously.

As he spoke, he slid off the bed and, holding the iPad, ran to Tang Li’s side: “I still don’t know your name.”

Tang Li did not hide it and told him truthfully.

Song Jingtian waited a while, somewhat displeased: “Why don’t you ask for mine?”

“…” Tang Li cooperated and asked, “What’s your name?”

“That’s a long story.” The little guy instantly reverted to his haughty self: “My father is Song Mingzhang, who was the Minister of Defense and a leader in the military commission, awarded the rank of general. My mother is Xiao Minglan, a national first-class singer and the honorary president of Ocean University. My elder sister is Song Ru, currently the leader of the Jiangdong Military District’s song and dance troupe. My brother-in-law is the chairman of Longxing Group, his name is Fu Jinliang, and then there’s my biggest brother, the most formidable in our family, he’s Song Baiyan, currently the Minister of the Ministry of Finance.”

The little guy said this with fierce pride, then stood with his hands behind his back and puffed out his chest: “As for me, I am the son of Song Mingzhang and Xiao Minglan, the younger brother of Song Ru and Song Baiyan—Song Jingtian.”

…Such an identity, not calling himself Song Aotian is really a pity.

After Song Jingtian introduced himself, he didn’t wait for any reaction but turned to look at her: “Were you seriously listening to me?”

Tang Li nodded: “I heard everything.”

“Then repeat it, let’s see if there are any mistakes.”

Tang Li: “…”

At this moment, Ji Ming’s arrival successfully rescued her.

Spotting Ji Ming, the little guy instantly behaved, swiftly sitting back at the desk to continue writing.

Seeing Song Jingtian’s ostentatious back, Ji Ming holding the doorknob, spoke his instructions: “The sir asked me to relay to Second Master that he better finish writing five pages of characters by the time he gets back to the villa, as he will check them personally.”

Having said that, Ji Ming turned to Tang Li: “The sir is already in the car, Miss Tang, please follow me downstairs.”

A few minutes later, Tang Li walked out of the Song Residence.

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It was still that Lexus.

Tang Li got into the car.

This was her third time riding in this car, and she still felt somewhat restrained.

Song Baiyan was on the phone, his voice low and smiling. Listening to him, Tang Li felt it sounded like a courteous greeting between political friends.

In mid-October, the temperature after nightfall was no match for July or August.

She was only wearing a sleeveless knee-length summer dress, and when the air conditioning hit her face, she discreetly rubbed her arms.