Rebirth: I Became Mr.President's Beloved-Chapter 10 - Mr. Song is also nearby

"Moreover," Ji Ming stood in front of her, the rainwater from the umbrella spreading and creating dark water stains on his shoulders: "Mr. Song also mentioned that it is late at night, and it is not very safe outside, especially for young women."

Miss Tang Li, with raindrops on her face, appeared somewhat stunned by this statement.

The "Mr." that Ji Ming mentioned was naturally Song Baiyan.

She did not expect to encounter him here again.

Miss Tang Li did not respond but merely asked, "Is Mr. Song also nearby?"

Hearing this, Ji Ming looked towards a certain direction.

Following his gaze, Miss Tang Li saw a high-end private club across the street.

As if led by some unseen force, she looked up at a French window on the second floor.

Then, she saw Mr. Song.

An antique wooden square table, a man in a white shirt, a black clay purple sand teacup, with wisps of mist-like steam lingering. On such a rainy night, it added a sense of coziness and comfort.

Across from Song Baiyan, there seemed to be another person sitting.

The window mullion slightly obstructed Miss Tang Li's view.

At that moment, as if alert, Song Baiyan suddenly looked over.

Across the street and from a higher position, Miss Tang Li could not make out his expression at the moment, but judging from his unchanged relaxed posture, it appeared that Song Baiyan was not surprised to see her.

By her side, Ji Ming spoke again: "Since the umbrella has been delivered, I will now hail a car for Miss Lai."

Miss Tang Li turned to look at him, "Is this umbrella Mr. Song's?"

"..."

"What about Mr. Song if I take the umbrella?"

Ji Ming could only respond: "The umbrella was taken from the club, Miss Lai need not worry, when leaving later, Mr. Song will go directly through the underground parking lot."

Miss Tang Li had actually anticipated such an outcome.

Silence lasted less than three seconds before she asked again, "Did Mr. Song ask you to bring the umbrella to me?"

To Ji Ming, it seemed that Miss Lai was asking a question she already knew the answer to.

Before he could formulate a reply, she threw another question, "Why did Mr. Song want to give me the umbrella?"

Ji Ming: "..."

After a long while, he replied, "Miss Lai can regard this as the care and concern of a family elder towards the younger generation."

Miss Tang Li said nothing, seemingly accepting his explanation.

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Ji Ming took out his cellphone, just about to dial to call for a car, when the girl's soft voice came through: "As the junior, since Mr. Song specifically had someone send me an umbrella, shouldn't I go and thank him before I leave?"

"..."

Ji Ming turned to look at Miss Lai.

He initially wanted to say it wasn't necessary, but as his eyes fell on the girl's forehead injury and her slightly swollen left cheek, some words got stuck in his throat.

He had seen the slap delivered by the old matriarch of the Lai Family.

That seemingly gentle old person had used full force.

Ji Ming also noticed Miss Tang Li's bruised arms.

Not aware of the Lai family's situation, but on this bone-chilling night, facing a girl covered in injuries, his tone softened, "Mr. Song is meeting an important friend right now and probably won't have time to see you."

Miss Tang Li's gaze was resolute: "I can wait for him."

Five minutes later, she followed Ji Ming into the club's elevator.

Upon reaching the private room's door, Miss Tang Li stood in the hallway while Ji Ming pushed the door open first.

Approximately twenty minutes passed.

The door of the private room opened, and Ji Ming appeared in front of her.

As soon as Miss Tang Li entered the private room, the door behind her was gently closed.

The room was exceptionally quiet.

Walking past the ink-painted screen depicting flowers and birds, Miss Tang Li saw the man sitting alone by the window, his shirt sleeves rolled up, holding a purple sand pot in his right hand, pouring tea into the cup in front of him.