Rebirth: I Became Mr.President's Beloved-Chapter 985:

Tang Li was very glad that Tiger Whip was a cleanliness-obsessed corgi.

Because of its hygiene habits, since birth, it had never eaten anything it shouldn’t, except for its love of licking yogurt lids. Its meals were always imported dog food costing dozens per pound.

As the car drove onto the Second Ring Road, Tang Li instructed the driver to just stop at the park near the neighborhood.

Song Jingtian was holding Tiger Whip the whole time, and after Tang Li finished speaking with the driver, he chimed in, "Yesterday afternoon, my eldest brother went to Qingyang. He said he would stay for two days before coming back. The typhoon there blew down many houses, and my brother has to inspect the post-disaster reconstruction work."

Tang Li knew that Song Baiyan wasn’t in the capital.

She had watched the news replay yesterday.

"Compared to your uncle’s house and your home in Huafu No.1, which is bigger?" Song Jingtian asked.

In front of outsiders, the little rascal didn’t forget to cover up the relationship between her and Lai Wenyan.

The Lai family lived in a wealthy area, incomparable to ordinary apartments.

Upon learning that Tang Li’s dad lived in a thousand-square-meter villa, Song Jingtian brushed the dog’s fur. "Speaking of which, I haven’t visited your uncle yet."

Tang Li: "..."

The little guy said, "Recently, I’ve started watching the evening news and even asked Aunt Min to help me subscribe to the Capital Times. Your uncle and I should have a lot to talk about now."

Glancing at Song Jingtian’s dangling little short legs, Tang Li ruthlessly countered him, "My uncle is arrogant; he wouldn’t drink with someone just for talking politics like Smart Alec."

"Then what does your uncle drink?" the little rascal squeezed in.

Tang Li turned his little head back. "He doesn’t drink anything, just sit properly."

In the back seat, there was a child-specific safety seat strapped in.

Song Jingtian leaned back into the safety seat and finally quieted down.

The car came off the elevated road, nearing the Lai family home, and Tang Li put back on her baseball cap and mask.

The driver didn’t go around to the park but stopped at the side gate of the neighborhood, which opened on the west side, separated by just a bike lane from another neighborhood, thus no reporters were camped out.

Tang Li opened the car door and got out, only to find that Song Jingtian got out from the other side too.

"Aren’t you going home?" Tang Li asked him.

As soon as she finished speaking, the trunk also popped open.

The little guy went around to the back of the car and pulled out two bottles of Moutai liquor.

Tang Li: "?"

"I already told my mother, I’m having dinner at your place tonight."

Tang Li suspected the little rascal was tricking her, as this wasn’t the first time. "When did you say this? How come I don’t know?"

"When you were busy staging that accident," Song Jingtian clarified for her.

Not only had he called, but he also bought two bottles of Flying Fairy Moutai from the supermarket next door.

As for the money, he borrowed it from Special Agent He.

Originally, he wanted to buy the one that cost over four thousand, but Special Agent He told him that fifteen hundred would suffice. If he stored these two bottles of Moutai for twenty years, they could appreciate to four thousand a bottle.

He felt Special Agent He’s analysis made a lot of sense.

Besides, Tang Li was quite poor; every penny of his New Year’s money should be spent wisely.

Still, the liquor couldn’t be skimped on no matter what.

He intended to live with Tang Li and his eldest brother.

The eldest brother had already visited the Lai family; if he didn’t come, even if Tang Li didn’t say it, she’d surely have an opinion in her heart, just like Lulu said, women need to be coaxed.

Sometimes, men just have to take on more responsibility.

Five minutes later, Song Jingtian, who believed men should take on more responsibility, dragged the two bottles of Moutai into the neighborhood because Tang Li didn’t help him.

By the time he reached the Lai family’s gate, the Moutai’s outer packaging was dragged into two big holes.

Tang Li turned back to look at Song Jingtian.

The two of them were speechless, staring wide-eyed at each other.

Finally, Tang Li admitted defeat first, tore off the packaging and threw it into the trash can, picked up the two bottles of Moutai, and said, "Let’s go in."