Rebirth: I Became Mr.President's Beloved-Chapter 1024: This Young Man Is Waiting for Him to Pass Away
[In that dream, you and Tang Li had little interaction.]
In the tea room, surrounded by the sound of the zither, the young man sitting across from him, after the usual pleasantries in officialdom, once again brought up the so-called ’dream’.
He would mention such a thing abruptly and without context, naturally after witnessing his roadside interaction with Tang Li.
The evening breeze was mildly warm, also igniting the ember of the cigarette between his fingers.
A wise man doesn’t speak of mysterious forces.
Even if Song Baiyan himself fasts at Guangyuan Temple every year, it doesn’t mean he’s superstitious enough to believe in foresight.
However, Han Jifeng’s next words subtly overturned that belief.
Knowing it would be taboo, he still spoke up——
[I also dreamt that, by mid-October, you will submit the drafted National Medical Insurance Law proposal to both houses for review.]
Last week, only the draft of the National Medical Insurance Law was completed.
As for when to send it to the Senate and House of Representatives, Song Baiyan had yet to inform anyone, not even Ji Ming, who followed him daily, was given any bits of information.
Mid-October was merely Song Baiyan’s own estimated time frame.
For a president who has been in office less than a year, publicly proposing healthcare reform now is not the best timing.
Besides himself, it’s difficult for others to associate October with ’healthcare reform’.
"So, in your dream, was the Healthcare Reform Law successfully implemented?"
This question carried a fifty-fifty mix of seriousness and jest.
——Two years later.
This was Han Jifeng’s answer.
[Two years later, both houses will pass this new bill.]
At that time, the young man’s face didn’t seem to show humor, prompting Song Baiyan to lower the teapot in his hand: "Resigning to run for senator was also instructed by these dreams?"
Han Jifeng did not deny this notion.
"The so-called butterfly effect, a single touch can affect the whole."
His implication, Han Jifeng clearly understood, "Some things will change in development because of me, but others that are already predestined cannot be influenced or altered by me."
"Such as?"
On the red clay stove, the teapot was gurgling with steam.
It was amid such steam that Han Jifeng met his gaze——
[Such as your death due to illness a few years later.]
These words could already be regarded as audacious.
[In your earlier years, your lungs should have suffered a penetrating wound.]
Unless it was someone familiar or a comrade from the same period, few would know so intimately about his gunshot wounds.
Rather than saying Han Jifeng was offering a warning, it might be more appropriate to say he was ’reminding him of the accumulated reality of his old injuries’.
Some injuries, once suffered, pose no immediate threat to life, but that doesn’t mean they won’t recur.
What Han Jifeng wanted to express was nothing but this.
——Was it goodwill?
Not necessarily.
Whether it was a message from his dream or conjecture derived from evidence, saying it out loud was inherently unwise.
A young man capable of taking down a provincial-level minister is unlikely to be without cunning, the reason forcing him to share those dreams despite the danger is not hard to guess.
Therefore, in the tea room, Song Baiyan would later ask:
"Have you privately approached Tang Li before?"
Even though Yuan Qin had long informed him, getting a definitive answer from Han Jifeng himself presents a different scene.
As for what was said during the meeting——
After Han Jifeng left, Song Baiyan sat at the tea table a while longer, naturally recalling what Tang Li once said over the phone, ’You must get me pregnant before you turn 36.’
That time, it was probably not Han Jifeng’s first visit.
Thirty-six years old.
It matched that ’a few years later’.
Still remembering Han Jifeng’s gaze during their eye contact.
This deep, taciturn young man is likely waiting for a hundred years after him.
Ji Ming opened the master bedroom door, holding a cellphone in his hand.
Seeing Song Baiyan on the outside balcony, he respectfully called out.
"Minister He just called, confirming your intentions, by the latest, the day after tomorrow, a thorough investigation into Lai Wenyan’s documents will be submitted." Once Song Baiyan stubbed out his cigarette and returned to the bedroom, Ji Ming spoke again.
Though the balcony light was dim, Ji Ming still noticed that Song Baiyan hadn’t actually smoked the cigarette.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t have piled up a long segment of ash.
He watched as the cigarette was tossed into the ashtray, and only one thought crossed his mind——the sir must be deep in thought,
especially since meeting Han Jifeng.
Little did he know, what Han Jifeng said to the sir at that time.
As Song Baiyan closed the glass door to the balcony, Ji Ming’s peripheral vision caught the cellphone screen on the long table not far away lighting up, after a few seconds, it went dark again.
With the soft sound of the glass door closing, Ji Ming also withdrew his gaze, recalling bumping into Song Jingtian wearing pajamas and barefoot at the living room door, involuntarily stating, "Tonight’s weekly drama on Fruit Station seems to have good ratings."
Every night at ten sharp, Song Jingtian’s tablet would be confiscated.
The little guy’s room didn’t have a TV either.
To watch live broadcasts, he could only sneak into the living room.
Presumably, when he was caught red-handed, the drama had just finished an episode, the little guy took advantage of advertising time to grab a snack from the kitchen, and almost poured that bowl of milk cereal onto his clothes.
"And online reviews are generally positive too." Compared to last night’s inaugural gloom, now it could be said the situation is reversed.
Song Baiyan poured himself a glass of water at the water dispenser: "If the response remains poor, it will have to be switched to SCTV for broadcast."
SCTV, S country’s central television station.
Recognizing the sir was joking, Ji Ming also laughed along, "Madam’s personal image is quite decent, she should indeed first star in a main melody drama."
It’s worth noting, SCTV’s prime time has aired tribute dramas for years.
"Still too young." Song Baiyan sat down on the sofa, faintly smiling: "Acting in this type of film might just bury her."
Tribute dramas are often populated by veteran artists everywhere.
Young actors usually only play supporting roles, and when acting alongside seasoned actors, their shortcomings in acting can be easily exposed.
By now, it was already eleven at night.
Seeing Ji Ming still dressed in a suit and tie, he did not keep him: "It’s late, go rest."
In the large bedroom, only the floor lamp was lit.
Watching Song Baiyan sit there alone drinking water, Ji Ming looked around at the interior layout, which was unchanged from before the marriage. Despite the Tan Palace not lacking domestic staff, he still felt something was missing here——perhaps as he had said by the lake, the sir should keep Miss Tang by his side.
That way, at least there was someone to offer care and warmth.
Such care and warmth differ from the old lady’s concern for the sir.
Before leaving, Ji Ming recalled another arrangement: "Dr. Pei mentioned before he finished work this evening that your initial routine check-up at the Army Medical Center is scheduled for September 10th."
Pei Shiyu, is the chief doctor of the Tan Palace’s medical team.
While the president of S country must annually release his medical examination report to the public.
Song Baiyan placed the water cup on the coffee table, raised his head, his gaze falling on Ji Ming with a look of appreciation: "After following me like this every day, have you considered returning to the military to train again?"
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Later, there will be another update.
On the 5th, after eating Peter and drinking a cup of oat milk, I had acute gastroenteritis, constantly recurring, and after running to a hospital outside twice, the update was delayed.
