Rebirth: I Became Mr.President's Beloved-Chapter 995: This Niece Is Really Getting Too Old
"It’s because I tasted it that I found the flavor lacking."
Tang Li said, stuffing the Moutai into the nearby wine rack, "Besides, it’s not advisable to drink after a long journey, especially strong liquor."
Song Baiyan listened to her reasoning and didn’t insist on the issue of the alcohol.
Once they returned to the dining table, he reached out his left hand toward Tang Li.
At this moment, the two were very close.
Tang Li assumed Song Baiyan wanted to pull her onto his lap, and she glanced toward the living room, where Song Jingtian was lying over the coffee table eating watermelon. His curious eyes were sneakily watching the dining area — clearly keeping an eye on them the entire time.
Caught in the act of spying, the little guy remained unfazed, continuing to watch with a tilted gaze while picking up an ashtray; he pouted and spat out two watermelon seeds.
The next second, noticing Tang Li glaring at him, the little guy restrained himself somewhat.
Once Song Jingtian turned his head away, Tang Li shifted her gaze back and happened to see the man’s right hand already extended beside her.
Being ’an old married couple’, Tang Li believed they shared some mutual understanding.
So without waiting for Song Baiyan to hold her, she turned her left hand over and grasped that large hand.
Tang Li’s action undeniably caught him off guard.
Song Baiyan looked at the fair little hand wrapped around his finger, like a delicate vine clinging to a big tree, soft yet full of life, simultaneously tightened the grip with his right hand: "What have you been busy with these days?"
The question in Tang Li’s ears hinted at some ’hidden meaning’.
People say those with secrets fear ghosts the most.
Tang Li had been up to some ’good deeds’ these past days; Song Baiyan’s sudden inquiry, regardless of whether he was innocently expressing concern, led her to speculate.
Perhaps Song Baiyan guessed that the box of antiques was hers, abandoned at National Square.
But speculation and honest confession are two different matters.
"Just staying with the crew filming," Tang Li answered, then asked in return: "Is the disaster over in Qingyang very severe?"
"Compared to previous years, it’s indeed more dire."
Song Baiyan said, but his gaze remained on Tang Li’s face. Feeling his stare, Tang Li lifted her right hand to touch her cheek: "Is there something dirty on my face?"
Sometimes, constant little movements aren’t necessary to determine if someone is lying.
A reply that’s too perfect can make one slip up.
Tang Li realized this and, searching for the right moment to add some gossip, found herself in a ’the more said, the more mistakes made’ situation.
Seeing Tang Li’s tiny face display an expression that spelled ’outsmart oneself’, Song Baiyan found it amusing but didn’t press her too hard. As she wished, he changed the topic: "At this hour, has everyone else at home gone upstairs?"
"My dad’s abdominal wound became a bit inflamed again, so Ouyang Qian and Lai Yuaner were worried and accompanied him to the hospital."
As her words fell, Aunt Wu brought over a plate of egg fried rice.
Aunt Wu recognized Song Baiyan with just two glances.
At first glance, he seemed familiar; she took him for a guest of the Lai Family. After placing the dish on the table and giving him a second look, her heart skipped a beat.
Such a significant figure appearing on daily news reports right in front of her, it was more thrilling than the time she saw her idol King Liu!
Even more surprising was that this big figure was holding Tang Li’s hand.
If one claims an uncle is holding his niece out of concern for her studies, this niece is certainly too old for that.
Tang Li noticed Aunt Wu’s unease, aware that Aunt Wu might not be clear about her real relationship with Song Baiyan.
That time when Old Madam Bai came to Lai Family to discuss marriage, she did so privately, away from the servants.
The night Song Baiyan arrived, most of the maids had already gone to rest.
