Rebirth: I Became Mr.President's Beloved-Chapter 998: What Makes Her So Deserving?

Adjusting herself in the chair, she was just about to redo her hair when the elastic band on her wrist was taken.

Tang Li was about to turn her head when she heard Song Baiyan tell her to turn around.

Realizing what he was going to do, Tang Li cooperatively turned her body to the other side.

Holding the edge of the chair with both hands, she couldn’t help but smile.

Growing up, in Tang Li’s memory, only Tang Yin had done her hair, and that was before she was ten.

Her hair wasn’t particularly long.

Removing the elastic and hair clip, her hair hung just over her shoulders.

She could still smell the sweet scent of honey shampoo.

What took Tang Li a few seconds took Song Baiyan about two minutes, and he accidentally pulled her scalp. Given his lack of experience, Tang Li silently endured it.

As the strands piled up at the back of her neck were gathered, Tang Li felt the weight shifting to the top of her head.

A bad premonition emerged.

She reached up and felt nothing but a straw pile.

——It was prickly.

She didn’t even need a mirror to know she had a cactus on her head.

The problem was, it was not only frizzy but ugly too.

The little bit of initial anticipation vanished into thin air.

Seeing Tang Li purse her lips and puff up her cheeks slightly, Song Baiyan knew his technique wasn’t up to par. He let go without securing the strawberry hairpin atop her head, saying, "It’s ultimately better to do it yourself than have someone else do it, so you should tie it yourself."

Tang Li thought, you definitely weren’t thinking that a moment ago.

Aren’t all men like this?

If their hands could assemble a gun, they figured tying a ponytail was just as easy.

Considering he was a gentleman in his thirties, Tang Li decided to save him some face.

"It wasn’t all that bad," she said, touching the ’straw pile,’ thoughtfully offering him some dignity: "Just a bit messy."

Before the words were finished, a childish voice chimed in: "Where’d this broom spirit come from?"

Tang Li: "..."

Outside the dining room, Song Jingtian had wandered back from somewhere, holding a peeled banana.

After meeting Tang Li’s eyes, the little guy took a bite of the banana and, without saying another word, smartly headed to the living room.

However, the words ’broom spirit’ lingered in Tang Li’s ears.

Tang Li turned her head, looking resentfully at the culprit.

Her eyes turned red just like that.

It’s hard to tell if it was from feeling ugly or frustrated.

Next, the man’s calloused fingers gently brushed her eyelids, "A grown-up still sometimes acts like a kid."

Those words were better left unsaid; hearing them just made Tang Li more aggrieved.

She pushed Song Baiyan’s hand away and retorted, "You try being a broom spirit."

After speaking, she turned her back.

——Seems like she’s truly upset.

To soothe her, Song Baiyan offered a compromise: "How about I redo it for you?"

Tang Li didn’t reply, but she didn’t say no either.

Song Baiyan waited ten or so seconds, and since she still didn’t turn around, he asked again softly, "Really don’t want it redone?"

"..." Tang Li’s head moved slightly.

"If you don’t want it redone, I’ll go to the restroom first."

Song Baiyan said, pretending to get up.

"Even if you braid it ten more times, it’ll still be broom hair." The girl’s muffled voice chimed in.

A willingness to talk means there’s room for negotiation.

"You never know until you try," Song Baiyan said again, using a negotiating tone: "If I can’t get it right this time, you can do whatever you want with me, okay?"

Tang Li didn’t turn around but replied in a muffled voice, "I wouldn’t dare defy orders."

As she spoke, she even shook the ’cactus.’

Song Baiyan found it amusing, but his large hand steadied the tangled hair, then removed the elastic band.

Though it’s not his forte, the redo didn’t improve much.

However, it somewhat resembled a bun.

The strawberry hairpin was clipped back to the back of her head.

Tang Li took her cellphone, using the screen to check her reflection, faintly seeing the ’barbs’ on the bun, experiencing another ’social death’ moment.

"It’s hideous." She muttered, but didn’t redo her hair.

At that moment, the sound of the electronic lock being closed was heard.

Tang Li turned to see Lai Yuaner.

No sign of Ouyang Qian behind Lai Yuaner, presumably she was at the hospital with Lai Wenyan.

Lai Yuaner at the entrance only glanced at the dining room before heading upstairs with her bag, not even taking her shoes off.

Tang Li didn’t know how much Lai Yuaner saw, but she didn’t care, though with Lai Yuaner’s return, Song Baiyan didn’t stay long at the Lai Family’s house.

He finished half a cup of tea before getting up.

Tang Li, with her freshly done bun, accompanied him to the door.

Song Jingtian glanced at one, then at the other, and without needing any hint, he got into the car first, carrying a pair of long-eared pink slippers in each small hand.

Around nine o’clock in the evening, the sky was completely dark.

With less concern in her heart, Tang Li took the initiative to embrace Song Baiyan: "I’ll be quite busy next week and might not be able to meet, so don’t miss me too much."

Song Baiyan let her snuggle into his arms, listening to her confession: "During the days you weren’t in the capital, I did miss you, but I understood how busy work keeps you, so when I really missed you, I’d watch the news. But if you truly miss me, of course, you don’t have to watch the news, you can call me directly."

Tang Li always had a way with words, as if she smeared them with honey.

"No matter how busy, one shouldn’t neglect their partner’s feelings."

Such sugar-coated words, heard countless times, still felt nice when spoken genuinely.

It depends on who said them.

Song Baiyan pulled her slightly out from his embrace. When Tang Li looked up, he examined her twice, then hugged the girl tightly again, with a warm and gentle tone: "As long as it’s not because of the ugly hairdo that you’re holding a grudge against me."

Tang Li: "..."

Upstairs in the bedroom, Lai Yuaner watched the couple embrace outside the door, biting her lip tight, her right hand had already twisted the curtain into a bunch.

Noticing Tang Li step aside, realizing Song Baiyan was about to leave, she no longer hesitated, obeying an inner impulse, releasing the curtain while turning to run out of the bedroom.

The Lai Family had a back door.

The car leaving the complex needed to pass behind the villa.

Lai Yuaner hurriedly descended the stairs and ran straight towards the villa’s back door. She even heard her own heartbeat, not daring to slow down for fear of missing the chance to stop the person she wanted to confront.

The image of Song Baiyan doing Tang Li’s hair was deeply etched in her mind.

Also, this scene completely pained her.

What qualifications did Tang Li have to win Song Baiyan’s favor?

He didn’t know Tang Li at all.

He surely wouldn’t know Tang Li truly liked Han Jifeng.

Being with him is just a matter of valuing his power.

Tang Li is merely a vain woman; when his term ends, given Tang Li’s nature, she might not choose to stay by his side.

She didn’t want to see him get deceived.

She didn’t want Tang Li to use him as a stepping stone!

Lai Yuaner, panting, gripped the handle of the villa’s back door.

Holding her breath, she exerted force on her hand!

She wanted to let him——

However, as the door opened, a bucket of cold water splashed right in her face!

The black sedan sped past before her.

Lai Yuaner: "..."