Rebirth: I Became Mr.President's Beloved-Chapter 1050: Who Else Could It Be but Him

The next day, Song Jingtian yawned his way into the dining room, his mind just barely waking up when he saw Tang Li smiling at him from the table.

Such a kind expression, yet it sent alarm bells ringing in the little guy’s heart.

He dawdled, barely perching half a butt on the edge of a chair.

"Where’s big brother?" the little guy asked.

At that moment, Xiao Minglan was tending to several pots of flowers by the window.

Upon hearing her youngest son’s question, she first teased, "Do you think your big brother is like you, sleeping until the sun shines on his butt to get up?"

Tang Li, who also slept until the sun shone on her butt to get up: "..."

Indeed—

Jumping to conclusions was the scariest thing.

Soon, Aunt Min brought up two breakfast servings.

The little guy grabbed a sandwich and ran off: "I’m going to check on Tiger Whip and Ah Xi!"

Once he finished speaking, he vanished.

Tang Li finished her milk and put down her fork: "I’ll go check too."

When Tang Li gad-about the dining room, Xiao Minglan shook her head with a soft sigh: "This one’s forever a child too."

Aunt Min chuckled: "He’s still young, after all."

"At this age for others, kids can sing that Happy Planet song." Xiao Minglan held a pair of pruning shears and snipped off a small dead branch which dropped in the flower pot: "It’s lucky he doesn’t have to attend banquets daily, or else, the wives and kids of others occupy half a table, while he takes a wife and gets mistaken for father and daughter."

"That’s too exaggerated."

Seeing the elderly lady worry about her grandson, Aunt Min couldn’t help reassuring her, "You used to worry about Mister not marrying, and now he’s settled down and you’re worrying about kids. Everything has to proceed step by step, can’t rush it."

Xiao Minglan was well aware of this reasoning.

Another sigh escaped her, and she instructed: "Someday you should take Jingtian to roll around on their bed; ready-made children shouldn’t go to waste."

"..." Alright, the elderly lady still hadn’t given up.

As a tool, Song Jingtian was feeding two dogs sandwiches in the pet house.

One for you, one for me, one for it.

Just then, a shadow fell over his head.

Realizing who came, the little guy shivered, hurriedly hugging his corgi.

"What are you panicking for, Song Jingtian?" Tang Li sat down next to him, legs crossed: "The city bureau awarded me a Good Person certificate and you haven’t even gotten my proper thanks yet."

Song Jingtian: "..."

"See how you’ve managed to accomplish something big quietly again."

Listening to Tang Li’s praise, Song Jingtian didn’t turn back, only showing her his backside.

Tang Li added: "When it comes to straining my relationship with your big brother, you’ve been tireless and diligent, a model worker in the toxic fan circle."

The little guy’s ear twitched slightly, feeling guilty.

"Don’t think I don’t know your intentions." Tang Li mercilessly exposed him: "You had the city bureau award me a certificate, once your big brother finds out, he’ll definitely blame me for corrupting a child."

Song Jingtian finally turned back: "Should I go explain to big brother?"

Tang Li glared at him: "In your dreams."

Song Jingtian: "..." Being a good person is hard.

Feeling guilty for just a moment, the little guy immediately said: "My nephew came back yesterday, he’ll definitely visit Tan Palace today to see his mom, you’d better think about how to deal with him!"

Tang Li: "...Why should I deal with him?"

Seeing her unaware of her own wrongs, Song Jingtian glared at her fiercely.

Tang Li was thinking about giving this little kid a lesson, letting him know the perils of society, when a house staffer appeared at the pet room door, sent by Xiao Minglan to call them.

Tang Li almost didn’t recognize Fu Si upon seeing him again.

Originally a sunny boy, now looking like an artist.

His hair had grown long and was tied up in a small bun, he also had some stubble, the outdoor temperature was nearly forty but it didn’t stop him from wrapping a scarf around his neck in the air-conditioned room, once inseparable from his AJ sneakers, now replaced by cloth shoes, commonly known as grandpa shoes, paired with a button-up cotton-linen cardigan and black pants, somewhat complementing the look.

However, considering Fu Si’s age, this style really seemed out of place.

It’s a comical case of failing to imitate a tiger-ending up a dog.

Seeing Tang Li, Xiao Minglan immediately waved: "Look, this is the wedding gift Fu Si brought back from Egypt for you."

Fu Si had bought a pair of cups made of snowflake stone.

The bottom of the cups engraved with ’S’ and ’T’.

Tang Li put the cups back in the gift box, not forgetting to thank Fu Si: "You’re thoughtful."

Fu Si responded with an ’mm’, hands resting on his knees, He hadn’t glanced at Tang Li.

Somewhat nervous.

Fu Si didn’t stay for lunch at Tan Palace, after delivering the gift, planning to head back, nor did he go downstairs to see his uncle.

Tang Li offered to accompany him: "I’ll see you out."

This time, Fu Si no longer refused.

Leaving the main building, they immediately entered a blazing summer.

Tang Li asked Aunt Min for a parasol, and after opening it, Fu Si asked, "Is my uncle good to you?"

Tang Li turned to him, thought for a moment, then answered: "I’m not sure what specifics of goodness you’re referring to, but when I’m filming, he comes to see me; when he finishes official business and returns to the capital, he visits the Lai Family to see me; not bringing any small gifts, I know he just wants to see that I’m doing well recently, and only then can he be at ease."

Fu Si said: "As he ages, he gets less romantic."

"Because adults’ worlds aren’t filled only with love," Tang Li added, sharing the umbrella with Fu Si: "First, he’s a national head of state, next, he’s Song Family Head, and lastly, he’s a mere mortal."

"He’s busy with work all day, how can he take good care of you?"

"I have hands and feet, I can take care of myself."

Tang Li continued, trying to make the boy in front of her understand her worldview: "Fu Si, my life isn’t just centered on love affairs. Rather than spending all day trying to please a man, I’d prefer to allocate my energy reasonably among family, work, and myself."

Undeniably, she regarded Song Baiyan as an emotional pillar.

Everything she did, she hoped for his recognition and praise.

Song Baiyan held a vital position in her life, influencing her behavior, but it didn’t mean her life revolved solely around Song Baiyan.

"Moreover, maturity isn’t a surface-level thing." Tang Li added, "It’s about how someone handles matters, demonstrating a big picture view and sense of responsibility. You’re yet to step into society, but once you do and truly engage with this world, you’ll understand my words today."

After a long silence, Fu Si queried: "The boyfriend you publicly announced before—it’s my uncle, right?"

"Yes."

Tang Li didn’t intend to deceive him.

With something seemingly crossing her mind, she smirked lightly, saying again: "Who else could it be besides him."

As for Fu Si, he merely replied with an ’oh’, appearing thoroughly deflated.

In Tang Li’s mind, Fu Si and Song Jingtian were the same.

She held the umbrella with one hand, raising the other to pat Fu Si’s head, but he pulled off the scarf, muttering while wiping his forehead: "It’s damn hot."

Tang Li: "..."

A smile her only response, she didn’t want to move at all.

After seeing Fu Si out of Tan Palace’s gates, Tang Li returned to the main building.

Yet she didn’t go to the second floor, instead heading to the first floor’s office area with the umbrella.

President’s Office.

She skillfully tried the door handle, finding it unlocked, knocked twice before twisting it open, and stuck half of herself inside.

Seeing the man at the office desk, Tang Li couldn’t help but lower her voice: "Am I interrupting your work?"

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Toxic fan: In a group, only liking a certain person and disliking other members.