Rebirth: I Became Mr.President's Beloved-Chapter 110: The Heart-Fluttering Moment

Song Jingtian had already hopped off the chair, holding his dish of penne and walked over to Tang Li while eating. He glanced out of the floor-to-ceiling window, then looked askance at Tang Li and asked, "What did you say to my brother in the kitchen?"

Tang Li withdrew her gaze and pulled back the thick curtains.

Entering the bathroom to freshen up, the little guy followed, babbling, "Even though we’ve come to Shangbu, my brother’s quite busy with work, so we should try not to disturb him too much."

"We shouldn’t disturb him indeed, so—" Tang Li turned her head to look at Song Jingtian with sauce at the corner of his mouth and seriously asked him, "As a younger brother, should you, Song Jingtian, who moved his March birthday to October to celebrate, set a good example?"

Upon hearing this, the little guy’s ears instantly turned red.

Seeing his guilty look, Tang Li had guessed that Song Jingtian just wanted to play in Shangbu, using his older brother’s name as an excuse.

Realizing his lie had been exposed, Song Jingtian dashed away without a trace.

Ji Ming had booked them a double room suite.

The next day, as Tang Li opened her eyes, she found Song Jingtian sitting at the foot of her bed.

Song Jingtian was already dressed and, seeing Tang Li finally awake, kicked off his slippers, crawled to the center of the bed and urged her, "The sun’s already shining on our tails; if you don’t get up, we might as well skip lunch."

Tang Li glanced at her cellphone—it was a quarter to nine.

Song Jingtian got off the bed, fetched her some clothes: "You’d better hurry, my brother will come to pick us up at ten."

Hearing this, Tang Li paused in putting on her slippers.

She turned to look at Song Jingtian and asked, "Doesn’t your brother have meetings today?"

Song Jingtian gave her a look as if to say "Are you dumb?" and huffily explained, "There’s no such meeting that actually lasts seven days. Old Ji told me the meetings ended Friday afternoon, and the next few days are just for giving reports and meeting with those foreigners."

"..." Tang Li felt she should watch the news more often.

The little guy still had some conscience, knowing he might have discouraged her, he didn’t forget to save her face: "Actually, it was Old Ji who told me on the phone, and he said my brother’s free this afternoon. I told my brother I wanted to go to Thames Town to dine, and he’s already agreed."

Saying this, Song Jingtian looked incredibly smug.

Then, he sighed deeply, "But my brother said we should head back to the Capital after we finish our meal."

After Song Jingtian’s children’s watch beeped, Tang Li followed him downstairs.

Song Baiyan didn’t come up, waiting in the hotel’s underground parking garage.

Different from last night, even Ji Ming wasn’t there.

It was Song Baiyan who drove personally.

Over the phone, Song Baiyan had already mentioned the make and model of the car.

Stepping out of the elevator, Song Jingtian spotted the black Mercedes from a distance, ran ahead of Tang Li, and climbed joyously into the passenger seat like a small sparrow just freed from its cage, but after Song Baiyan said something, the little guy’s shoulders drooped, and he obediently moved to the back seat of the sedan.

As Tang Li approached, Song Jingtian waved at her from the car: "Big brother told me to sit with you in the back."

The lunch spot was a café in Thames Town.

After ordering their food at a window seat, Song Jingtian pulled Tang Li to go buy a balloon from a clown by the road: "It’s Buzz Lightyear! I want one!"

However, just as Tang Li finished giving the change, the "Buzz Lightyear" balloon slipped from Song Jingtian’s hand and flew away.

Song Jingtian was in a panic: "Hurry, hold onto it!"

Tang Li reached out for the string, missing by just a little. She jumped up to try again but still fell short, and watched the helium balloon fly higher as Song Jingtian covered his head and yelled beside her.

Without meaning to, Tang Li turned around and caught a glimpse of Song Baiyan sitting in front of the café window.

He leaned back slightly in his chair, long legs crossed, wearing a mid-gray suit, white shirt, and burgundy pocket square. The understated elegance drew her gaze, and Song Baiyan seemed to have been watching them from inside the café, his scholarly appearance mixed with a hint of indulgence.

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