Rebirth: I Became Mr.President's Beloved-Chapter 1138: Mr. Song: Then Let’s Have Breakfast Together

Chapter 1138: Chapter 1138: Mr. Song: Then Let’s Have Breakfast Together

Tang Li stared at the leather shoes for two seconds, then looked up, instinctively glancing towards the second floor.

As the Head of State, Song Baiyan rarely went out like this.

She didn’t see many guards outside.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t just now be finding out that Song Baiyan had arrived.

Tang Li switched to indoor slippers, and upon hearing no noise on the first floor, she headed straight upstairs.

The master bedroom door was still closed.

Tang Li stood outside the door for a while, and with no sound coming from inside, she considered opening the door to take a look but hesitated, worrying about bumping into Song Baiyan, and then being misunderstood as being too eager.

She went back downstairs.

She wandered around and successfully found the little orange cat.

Tang Li held the cat in her arms and returned to the master bedroom door.

Holding the doorknob with her right hand, she quietly twisted it open, and then released the cat inside.

Five seconds later, she openly pushed the door.

However, Song Baiyan was not in the room.

Tang Li came out of the cloakroom, caught the cat back in her hands, somewhat absent-minded, knowing those shoes clearly belonged to Song Baiyan because she’d seen them at Tan Palace... 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Passing by the study, Tang Li paused.

She had closed the door after finishing her reading yesterday.

Now, the door was slightly ajar.

Tang Li’s heart rate quickened, and her left hand reacted faster than her mind, as she glimpsed Song Baiyan reclining in the swivel chair behind the desk, eyes closed and resting, her previously unstable emotions finally settled.

The air conditioning wasn’t on in the study.

Tang Li smelled the faint scent of ink and books.

The curtains in the study weren’t fully drawn; morning light spilled onto the glass window, scattering light spots like stars across Song Baiyan, softening the harsh lines of his face, making him seem less stern, even though he still looked like how she remembered, drawing her to want to approach.

Approaching the desk, Tang Li also noticed a few more books on it.

A black suit jacket was draped over the sofa back.

The thin blanket she had used yesterday afternoon was still piled there, faint lotus-colored, nestled next to Song Baiyan’s jacket. Similar scenes often occurred in the master bedroom at Tan Palace.

The Imperial Consort’s Chair was her favorite place to pile things.

Sometimes, Song Baiyan’s coat, tie, or socks would mingle in.

Song Baiyan, of course, did not have the habit of leaving socks around. Each time the domestic staff brought cleaned clothes, if Tang Li was at Tan Palace, she would be the one to take over. Tang Li didn’t like immediately putting the clothes back into the cloakroom because they were freshly dried; she was accustomed to letting clothes sun on the Imperial Consort’s Chair for a bit, and if not careful, a sock would go missing.

After a few days, the sock would reappear in the gaps of the Imperial Consort’s Chair.

She inherently lacked talent for household chores.

In her past life, she was forced into being a virtuous wife and good mother.

When she devoted all her attention to the family, naturally she could do it well.

Now, without wholeheartedly focusing, it inevitably showed some shortcomings.

The little cat in her hand had long been let go.

Tang Li remained silent, just moved a soft stool to sit beside the swivel chair, then, picking up the constitution, sat on the stool.

But after reading just two words, she involuntarily turned her head to glance at Song Baiyan.

The book used as a cover had completely become a prop.

Song Baiyan had stayed up late yesterday, handling a pile of duties, not returning to the bedroom in the morning, coming directly to the villa, only napping for a while in the car, now, not deeply asleep, stealing a moment of rest before having to rush back to Tan Palace.

After about a quarter-hour, Song Baiyan woke up.

Opening his eyes, he immediately saw Tang Li sitting sideways with a book.

Tang Li’s gaze was fixed on him.

Startled to find Song Baiyan had opened his eyes, Tang Li reacted quickly, turning back while flipping the book, sheepishly explaining her behavior: "Strange, how come I can’t find that colored pen..."

As she rummaged left and right on the desk, ready to timely retreat, Song Baiyan’s stable voice asked: "Did you send Jingtian to school?"

Tang Li’s hand withdrew, nodded.

But she hadn’t turned around, seeming to use this to indicate her attitude.

This Tang Li was obedient, with a bit of humor.

Song Baiyan’s left hand on the swivel chair’s armrest moved slightly, wanting to touch her little head but remembered the girl’s temporary separation request from him, though it was somewhat laughable, he refrained from putting his big hand on top, merely said again: "It’s already past eight-thirty?"

At his words, Tang Li took out her cellphone to check the time.

"Four minutes to go," she said, turning her head as she spoke.

After speaking, suddenly remembering that Song Baiyan wore a wristwatch.

He hardly needed her reminder.

Song Baiyan mentioning the time might have been just a casual remark.

Seeing Song Baiyan rise from the swivel chair, Tang Li also left the soft stool.

Song Baiyan picked up the few books on the desk, grabbed his jacket, and no longer stayed in the study.

Tang Li held the constitution, silently following him out.

As Song Baiyan reached the staircase, he turned to look at the little follower stepping in sync behind him, "Did you eat breakfast after sending the child early this morning?"

At the school gate, Tang Li had bought sesame cakes with Song Jingtian.

The two squatted by the roadside gnawing on sesame cakes, even getting chased ten meters away by the duty teacher.

However, as the words reached her mouth, her mind stopped listening to commands.

Fearing Song Baiyan might think she was playing hard to get, she explained deliberately: "I was just about to go down for breakfast."

As soon as she spoke, the sound of dishes clattering came from downstairs.

Song Baiyan shifted the jacket from his left hand to his right elbow and said: "Since you haven’t eaten, let’s have breakfast together."

Tang Li had no opinion.

The servant prepared breakfast and brought it to the table; the two of them were already seated in the dining room.

The books on the table were all in Siamese.

Because Tang Li consistently cast her gaze upon those books, Song Baiyan explained: "In a few days, the Siamese Prime Minister will visit; learning more about their country’s customs and culture can help strengthen ties when we meet."

Thus, Song Baiyan came to pick up the books.

Tang Li, holding a spoon, couldn’t help but have thoughts--

These few books, having He Wei bring them back would be enough, why go personally.

"Is the cat well-behaved these days?" Song Baiyan asked again.

"Yeah." Tang Li did not want to send the little orange cat away just yet, so she spoke kindly of it: "It doesn’t howl at night, hasn’t scratched up the furniture, eats its cat food on time every day."

"Being well-behaved is good."

Song Baiyan placed down the moist towel he had used to wipe his hands, "If it’s naughty, take the chance to bring it back."

Tang Li saw that Song Baiyan was preparing to return to Tan Palace and also put down her spoon. When she followed him to the entrance, she didn’t say anything to detain him but couldn’t help but remind: "Take care on the road."

The next second, her head was patted.

Tang Li looked up, and Song Baiyan had already put on the leather shoes, "Spend this time living here at ease."

Finishing his words, Song Baiyan left.

Tang Li didn’t follow, fearing she might want to follow Song Baiyan back to Tan Palace if she stepped outside.

Two days later, she indeed saw on the evening news the Siamese Prime Minister meeting with Song Baiyan, and that drug-sweeping operation also got mentioned in the news, with several drug trafficking dens shattered across different locations, the border area sweep unprecedented in scale.

After sending Song Jingtian to sleep, Tang Li returned to her room.

Just as she closed the door, her mouth was covered.

Fixedly looking, she saw gray-haired Ruan before her eyes.

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