Rebirth: I Became Mr.President's Beloved-Chapter 1149: Mr. Song Says: Getting Worse and Worse
"It’s just that I forgot to shut down the computer yesterday."
Tang Li closed the laptop and casually placed it aside.
Mr. Song had just come out of the wardrobe and saw Tang Li barefoot and playing on the computer, so he walked over and sat on the Imperial Consort’s Couch: "Usually someone who loves sleeping in, suddenly wakes up early—if one didn’t know better, they’d think you were like those people from years ago sneaking crops."
Tang Li: "..."
Minding her own business shutting down the computer, yet accused of stealing.
And saying she was stealing crops.
She’s not a middle-aged greasy guy, staying up all night harvesting her colleagues’ Ant Forest.
Besides—
"Who still plays QQ Farm nowadays."
Tang Li glanced at her man: "We from the 2000s have no interest in games designed for those born in the 70s and 80s."
The leap here crossed a 20-year generational gap.
There’s a hint of pointing at a mulberry tree while scolding a locust tree.
Mr. Song chuckled quietly and didn’t bother with his cufflinks: "After just one night and you’ve grown younger by two years, fulfilling the saying ’the older you grow, the younger you become.’"
"..." Getting younger as you grow older isn’t exactly a compliment.
Tang Li was about to retort when a pair of cufflinks was placed in her palm, accompanied by Mr. Song’s playful tease: "Help this elderly person born in the 80s with the cufflinks, not too much trouble, I hope?"
Tang Li: "......"
She wanted to say it was trouble, but her body was incredibly honest.
She knelt on the Imperial Consort’s Couch to help Mr. Song fasten those cufflinks.
Having done it twice before, she was now quite adept at it.
Just as she inserted the cufflinks into the shirt cuffs, her wrist was grabbed.
Soon, she was also pulled over.
Tang Li didn’t resist and snuggled into Mr. Song’s arms, smelling the fresh scent of aftershave. Then, her hair tie was taken off, and just like that night at the Lai Family, Mr. Song tied her hair again.
This time, he didn’t give her a bun; instead, he chose a simple ponytail.
After finishing, Mr. Song patted her hip, telling her to get up.
Tang Li didn’t react.
Her head rested on Mr. Song’s lap as if asleep.
Clearly, Mr. Song wasn’t fooled, his left hand covering her nape, bringing the conversation back: "Yesterday at Huafu No.1, helping a classmate move, right?"
Tang Li lay on her side, motionless.
She almost forgot, there was a mobile surveillance device by her side.
Although Yuan Qin hadn’t followed her upstairs, she later took Wu Xuehan and Yu Sui down with large packages, and Yuan Qin drove Wu Xuehan back to campus.
On the way, Yu Sui ran her big mouth, criticizing Jiang Yining and her mother’s wicked deeds.
Ten out of ten, Yuan Qin reported back to his big boss.
Sure enough, old fox.
Seeing her fussing with the laptop, he’d probably guessed she was ’up to no good.’
This little trick was something Tang Li had no plans to tell Mr. Song.
Saying it would make her seem petty.
Now, seeing she couldn’t hide it, Tang Li openly admitted: "They set their sights on me, even wanted me to raise that child, as if being exploited by the Lai Family wasn’t bad enough? That apartment, they can stay if they want, I’ve already told the company, no need to renew the lease next month, the house I bought in Zichen Garden is ready."
Taking into account her late-night symphony disturbing, she explained: "I’ve sent my neighbors gift money, asked them to stay in hotels for a few nights, all expenses covered—unless the mother-daughter duo plans to become immortals and not sleep—their stay will last at most a week."
Considering Jiang Yining’s mother and daughter might rest during the day, Tang Li had already prepared countermeasures.
Soon, she’d begin act two.
"Jiang Yining knows I’m Lai Wenyan’s daughter, now with Lai Wenyan in trouble, who knows if her mind wouldn’t stir."
At least as classmates, Tang Li understood Jiang Yining’s nature.
A hush money won’t seal Jiang Yining’s loose lips.
Even if Jiang Yining agrees to stay quiet, her mother isn’t one to be underestimated.
Giving them money would only let them lead her by the nose.
Previously reluctant to reveal her father-daughter relationship with Lai Wenyan was out of fear involving Tang Shen, now learning Tang Shen’s Drug Lord identity has other layers, Tang Li wouldn’t throw money away recklessly.
Now she needed to temporarily keep Jiang Yining’s mother and daughter settled.
"If Jiang Yining asks, I’ll show her the apartment lease contract." Tang Li said, "I’ve got to let her know I’m not living there, that the symphony in the master bedroom is partially why—more importantly, fearing Lai Wenyan’s enemies would come knocking."
Police have already reported that drug dealers kidnapped Lai Wenyan.
Normal folks fear Drug Lords, who wouldn’t?
No matter how vile Jiang Yining’s mother is, it’s limited to tantrums.
Encountering genuinely horrifying Drug Lords, she’d likely pack up and flee at once.
"If they still don’t settle down, I’ll hire someone to put on a show." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
At her words, her nape was gently stroked, above was Mr. Song’s somewhat doting tone: "Now you’re getting worse, you even know how to scare people."
Tang Li heard that and felt a bit sheepish.
Knowing she was showing her lack of skill in front of the expert.
The ’bad’ from Mr. Song made her mutter: "Learned it from you."
Though she spoke quietly, Mr. Song still heard her.
"Learned from me?" Mr. Song didn’t accept the accusation, calmly asked: "When did I hire actors to scare women?"
Tang Li thought—
You may not have scared others, but you scared me.
The night before last, he played tricks on her.
Most of her body had fallen to the floor; she was showing obvious signs of hyperemia—ahead aching, dizzy, and short of breath—What did Mr. Song say at the time?
"If you faint, Tan Palace has a medical team on standby; they’ll inject you immediately."
After hearing that, she was scared into a hyper-focused state.
Only afterward did she realize it was nothing but a joke.
Sometimes, men being straightforward can be extremely misleading.
No occasion is exempt.
Not wanting to revisit her tricked experience, she sat up, urging: "Why aren’t you heading to work yet?"
Earlier wanting to stick close, now she started to shoo him away, Mr. Song glanced at this face that changed faster than June’s weather, resting his hands on his knees: "Just a few words, and you’re already calling me a nag?"
Tang Li: "..."
"Don’t dare." She said as she jumped off the Imperial Consort’s Couch, ran back to bed, wrapped in the quilt: "Angering the dragon face, as common folk, how could we dare."
Mr. Song stood up too, listening to her call herself ’common folk,’ this ’sarcasm’ brought a hint of smile to his eyes, tidying his shirt cuffs he said: "Those who know clearly see she’s just a little common folk, those unaware might think she’s someone else’s little climber."
Tang Li thought of herself wrapped in the ’Dragon Quilt,’ wasn’t it proof she climbed the dragon bed?
Instantly, her cheeks turned red.
... There’s no winning the argument.
In such situations, the only choice is to lie down and let the teasing happen.
As long as one’s skin is thick enough, a good night’s sleep will make one strong again.
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See you before dawn, kisses!
