Rebirth: I Became Mr.President's Beloved-Chapter 1182: Second Master, He Was Blown Up by a Septic Truck
The next morning, Tang Li woke up and saw a WeChat message from Song Jingtian.
The little fellow was telling her that his older brother was on a business trip.
Tang Li didn’t notice any reluctance from him. On the contrary, there was an underlying mischievousness as if he was snacking on sunflower seeds while watching a drama unfold.
At noon, Song Jingtian received his nutrition meal.
After the teacher left, he took out his Apple Watch from his backpack, intending to see what Tang Li had replied, only to find out that he had been blocked by Tang Li!
This was nothing short of a bolt from the blue.
With his brother away, he just wanted to care for her more... but his filial intentions were misplaced!
Just as he was about to secretly make a call, his arm was bumped by his deskmate.
"What’s up?" Song Jingtian looked up.
"Cindy is coming over."
With that, a young girl with a ponytail and a strawberry hair clip passed by. As she walked by Song Jingtian’s desk, she gave him a big eye roll.
Once Cindy was out of sight, the deskmate asked Song Jingtian in a low voice, "I heard you two broke up?"
"Yes, we did," Song Jingtian sighed deeply at the mention of this.
He always thought Cindy was an understanding girl. However, after they got to know each other, he realized she was just as unreasonable. But, speaking ill of an ex was against his principles.
After all, even breaking up should be done with dignity, shouldn’t it?
He had even prepared his reasons.
"Cindy and I lack common topics, so it’s destined not to last."
The deskmate, Little Fatty, scooped a spoonful of fish-flavored shredded pork into his mouth, "Really? Then why is Cindy telling everyone you’re a mama’s boy, stingy and effeminate?"
Song Jingtian: "???"
This is slander, absolute slander!
"Cindy said you used to queue up daily after school to buy pancakes for your mom. One time she wanted some too, and you made the vendor get three, but refused to pay, so it ended up being Cindy’s family’s driver who paid, and you ended up taking two pancakes."
"That was her family’s driver insisting on paying!" Song Jingtian clarified, with a tone full of indignation, "I never imagined that Cindy would be the type to talk behind people’s backs!"
Little Fatty continued, "Cindy also said that she asked you, if she and your mom fell into a river, who would you save first. You blamed her for knowing how to swim but not saving your mom."
"Plus, a few days ago you bought a DIY woven handbag. I saw you fiddling with it after class, stringing pearls and knitting. Cindy always thought it was for her, but then you told her after school the other day that it was a gift for your mom, which made Cindy so mad that she broke up with you."
Song Jingtian didn’t think he was wrong.
That bag was originally for Tang Li.
It was his Christmas gift.
Between family members, there has to be a sense of ceremony.
Ultimately—
Cindy didn’t understand him.
These days, finding a soul mate is truly hard!
Tang Li put Song Jingtian into the "black box", and around three in the afternoon, she received an MMS from the little fellow.
In the photo, there were two little plastic flowers, one red and one yellow.
The little fellow asked her which one looked better.
Tang Li replied to him with a "?"
Then Tang Li realized and responded, "Song Jingtian, aren’t you in class?"
The little fellow explained: "It’s a self-study class now!"
Another supplementary text came in: "I’ve finished all my homework."
Being pestered by the little fellow, Tang Li casually replied ’yellow’.
Song Jingtian chose the button and started sewing with the needle and thread.
Little Fatty, after secretly finishing a bag of chips, also came over to watch Song Jingtian make the bag, giving some advice: "It looks like you’ve sewn this letter wrong."
"I saw it on my mom’s bag, it should be CHANEL, not CHENAL."
"Really?" Song Jingtian was half-doubtful.
Little Fatty nodded seriously.
His mom had a wardrobe full of Chanel; how could he be mistaken?
Song Jingtian checked the time; class was almost over, and there was no time to undo it now.
He stuffed the half-finished handbag back into the desk drawer, called over Little Fatty, and exited the classroom through the back door, planning to take another stroll to the restroom before school let out.
Seeing Song Jingtian not approaching the restroom on this floor, Little Fatty scratched his head.
Song Jingtian said, "The newly built restroom beside the playground has fully automatic urinals."
—I see!
Little Fatty suddenly understood and hurried to follow.
There wasn’t much activity on the playground at the moment.
But near the restroom, a few men in work overalls were wiping sweat and talking.
Noticing the two kids approaching, they stopped their conversation and turned their eyes towards them.
Since they had skipped class to come out, Little Fatty felt slightly guilty but relaxed once they reached the men’s restroom: "That was scary; I thought they were going to call the teacher to catch us."
"Don’t panic when encountering situations, think more," Song Jingtian stood calmly in front of the urinal, "When we go out later, if they ask us, we’ll say we’re on duty today, checking out the area we need to clean."
Little Fatty nodded, "Alright!"
With that, a few figures appeared at the doorway.
It was those workers.
This time when Song Baiyan went to Shangbu, he called Ji Ming back.
As for He Wei, he stayed back in the Capital.
In the evening, He Wei went to pick up Song Jingtian at the usual time but found himself blocked at an intersection one kilometer from the school—a traffic accident had occurred ahead, involving a collision between a car and an electric bike, causing a traffic jam during rush hour despite no casualties.
Seeing he was going to be late, He Wei called Song Jingtian.
He intended to ask the child to wait at the guardroom, only to find that his phone was turned off.
Just as he was about to call the child’s homeroom teacher, a loud noise came from above. Even sitting in the car, He Wei could clearly feel the ground shake.
He looked up and saw a sky full of smoke and ash.
Coincidentally in the direction of the school.
His military-trained sharp instincts immediately prompted him to get out of the car.
"It was an explosion..." a passerby stated first, "It seems to be an explosion at the elementary school ahead!"
...
Tang Li learned of Song Jingtian’s misfortune half an hour later.
A screenshot of a hot topic on Weibo was sent to her by Yu Sui.
#SteinwayElementarySchoolSepticTruckExplosion#
Tang Li was no stranger to the words Steinway, which was the elementary school where Song Jingtian transferred. After sharing the picture, Yu Sui promptly followed with a message: "Ah Li, you need to be mentally prepared."
Tang Li replied with a question mark.
[Yu’s Family Only One]: "It’s said that the septic truck exploded while working, destroying half of a public restroom. There were two children inside at the time."
Seeing this message, Tang Li directly asked, "What do you mean?"
A moment later, Yu Sui sent a voice message—
"Second Master Song, he was blown up by the septic truck."
Tang Li: "......"
In the WeChat group, Wu Xuehan also chimed in.
[Wu Family’s Fortune]: "I saw the news too; it said one dead, one injured. The injured child has been sent to the hospital, but as for Second Master Song—"
Wu Xuehan couldn’t continue.
She knew Song Jingtian much better than Yu Sui.
Such a smart and cute little boy, how could he simply vanish without a trace?
Tang Li no longer paid attention to the group messages and directly opened the Weibo app. The top five trending topics were all related to the Steinway Elementary School explosion.
A real-time news report even included photos of the scene.
The explosion site was in absolute chaos.
Tang Li’s gaze fell on a particular photo.
It was a small leather shoe.
Tang Li stared at the stitching around the shoe’s edge, unable to fathom it as a prank, immediately dialing Aunt Min’s number.
The first call went unanswered.
She dialed again, and after ten seconds, the call was picked up.
Before she could inquire, Aunt Min informed her, "Upon learning of Second Master’s accident at school, the Madam fainted. The Master is not in the Capital, and the Young Miss is rushing over."
Tang Li couldn’t help but grip her cellphone tightly.
Just an hour ago, the little fellow was still texting her.
How could he vanish just like that...
Since Aunt Min still needed to take care of Xiao Minglan, Tang Li didn’t keep her for more questions.
After hanging up, Tang Li dialed another number.
——
Goodnight.
