Rebirth: I Became Mr.President's Beloved-Chapter 1128: Gentle Land, Hero’s Tomb

All of it.

Two simple words, yet they convey certainty.

Also, it’s an unwavering authority that belongs to someone in power.

Chu Yang’s suppressed right hand curled his fingers, then Song Baiyan released his hand, returning to his gentle tone: "It’s already eleven at night, I won’t keep you any longer."

In politics, most are smiling tigers.

Chu Yang knows this all too well.

This is abundantly clear in Song Baiyan.

Song Baiyan has already dismissed him, so there’s no point in staying.

However, the task entrusted by his superior is not yet complete; Chu Yang walked to the office door and turned back, "For a woman, venturing into the Golden Triangle mire—telling such a thing sounds impulsive; moreover, the most fickle thing in this world is the human heart. Have you considered what to do if you can’t recover your losses in the future?"

Finished speaking, he strode away.

From ancient times to present, countless women have climbed over men to ascend.

For ambitious women, the more powerful the man, the easier the climb upward; Song Baiyan now being manipulated by a mere girl, is likely confirming the saying ’gentle land, Hero’s Tomb.’

Tang Li lay slumped at the edge of the bathtub, drowsy, as the scorching light suddenly lit up overhead.

Opening her eyes, she glimpsed the pant leg of dress trousers.

She raised her gaze and saw Song Baiyan’s hand still on the switch for the heater.

"It’s not summer anymore, it’s September."

Song Baiyan retrieved a bath towel, placing it at the bathtub’s edge: "Sleeping in the water will make you catch cold, and you’ll suffer for it."

"I just wanted a quick nap," Tang Li defended.

She lay at the bathtub’s edge without moving, her face sleek, hair tied up, eyes constantly following Song Baiyan.

Song Baiyan turned on the tap to wash his hands, shirt and trousers crisp, strong wide-boned hands hidden within the stream, Tang Li watched quietly; clearly just a regular scene, yet it evoked a hint of alluring imagery.

"What are you staring at?" Song Baiyan pulled over a towel to dry his hands, noticing her ’peeking’.

Tang Li turned away: "I just think the faucet looks nice."

This excuse was worse than saying nothing.

Song Baiyan chuckled, placing the towel aside: "No matter how nice the faucet looks, you can’t bulk buy it." With that, he urged her: "Aren’t you getting up?"

Tang Li stopped lingering in the bathtub.

She took the towel, shook it out, and upon rising, belatedly realizing there was a second person in the bathroom.

Tang Li raised her eyes to meet Song Baiyan’s watchful gaze.

Though she knew she had nothing to flaunt, her face flushed red.

Especially since Song Baiyan did not avert his gaze.

Such an expression was focused, yet without offense, as if admiring a work of art.

Tang Li’s ears grew hot from her own analogy.

Calling herself art seemed a bit vain.

Then she felt herself being overly dramatic; they’d been honest and intimate, done what needed doing, no need to act shy anymore.

Thinking this, she exited the tub, clutching the towel.

Her wet feet stepped onto the tiles, skin seeming brighter under the light.

She removed the hair tie.

Hair tips brushed the towel, leaving water stains.

Tang Li bent to slip into slippers, preparing to go to the dressing room, when a large hand with distinct knuckles held the towel; familiar male scent, in momentary surprise, a dry towel was placed on her head.

Being cared for like this wasn’t new.

Tang Li complied, pivoting to stand straight.

The towel stopped water from dripping, but covered her eyes.

She looked up, seeing only the man’s collar, Adam’s apple and chin.

These two parts were undoubtedly symbols of mature hormones.

Tang Li couldn’t help but lean up, with a light touch, kissing Song Baiyan’s stubbled chin.

Then she continued obediently letting him dry her hair.

The large hand atop her head paused; before Tang Li could push off the towel, the back of her neck was gripped by a warm hand, calluses brushing her skin, a rough ticklish sensation; amidst the towel’s yellow, her lips touched stubble.

Next was a familiar intimacy.

Time unknown.

Grasping the towel with both hands, they were pulled to the man’s shoulders.

When her feet stepped on the towel spread on the floor, she realized she was like an eel; so Tang Li clenched Song Baiyan’s shirt, soon hearing a subtle sigh in her ear.

Just thinking she might’ve hurt him, when she intended to let go, Song Baiyan spoke: "How many videos have you watched on that portable hard drive?"

Tang Li: "..."

How could the hard drive she secretly hid in the closet be—

In the next moment, Song Baiyan picked her up.

Tang Li, out of instinct, clung tightly to Song Baiyan’s neck and shoulder, hearing his low voice by her ear, "Studying noodle-ant climbing trees every day, surely you know the trick by now."

Tang Li blushed, unable to help joking: "Just vermicelli and minced meat, I’ll have the kitchen make a plate tomorrow noon."

Then she kindly reminded: "Climbing trees is risky, be careful not to strain your back."

"So now you think I’m useless?"

Tang Li: "..."

She wanted to say ’I wouldn’t dare’, first being asked by Song Baiyan: "Don’t like noodle-ant climbing trees?"

"......"

Does Tang Li dislike it?

The answer wasn’t important at all.

Adults’ occasional interests, she understands and accommodates.

Except, waking up the next day, inevitable aftereffects—sore waist and back.

Standing at the vanity, squeezing toothpaste to brush teeth, her eye caught another matching toothbrush on the counter, reminding her of last night’s happenings, feeling mildly teased; face hot, she tossed Song Baiyan’s toothbrush into the trash bin.

After a while, she fished it out and returned it to the cup.

Last time she took away his razor, now there’s a new one on the vanity.

Tang Li retrieved the razor, again taking Song Baiyan’s toothbrush, then switched on the razor, buzzing sound rising, bristles falling everywhere.

In twenty seconds, a bald-headed toothbrush was born.

Tang Li placed the toothbrush back, hearing a knock at the door outside.

Going to open, she found it was Aunt Min. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Aunt Min had come to fetch Tang Li at Xiao Minglan’s behest.

Because a guest had arrived at Tan Palace.

Tang Li changed into a new set of clothes, following Aunt Min to the living room.

Entering the living room, she saw the short-haired woman sitting next to Xiao Minglan, roughly Ouyang Qian’s age; at Meng Shu and Yunxi’s wedding, Tang Li had seen her before, she was Meng Shu’s mother.

"Did we wake you up?" Xiao Minglan showed concern upon her arrival.

Tang Li said no: "I was already up."

Aunt Min set a plate of pastries at the seat where Tang Li sat, prompting Xiao Minglan to speak again: "Your Aunt Mei came today for your cousin Meng Shu’s situation."

Tang Li paused in her pastry grabbing, looking up at Xiao Minglan and Meng’s Mother.

Meng’s Mother took over the conversation: "Though that brat has been taken by his dad to turn himself in and is now reflecting in the detention center, he committed such acts of betrayal ultimately because I didn’t teach him well; I should personally come to apologize."

Meng Shu detained?

For Tang Li, it was truly unexpected.

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Little Theater: Song Xiaohua’s Enlightenment Book ③

At four years old, Song Xiaohua already knew she was extraordinary.

Her dad was President, so imposing outside, but all principles became void with her mom.

As for her mom, she was even more impressive.

If not for watching TV with Aunt Min and munching seeds every day, she’d never discover her mom’s true self!

Clearly kissed her goodbye in the morning, then went to the Great Zhou Dynasty as a favored concubine in the afternoon.

By evening, her mom went to some river nearby to catch criminals.

Just after she finished a bowl of rice, her mom switched to a dog-beating stick, becoming the descendant of Return to Tomb, Condor Heroes under Mount Zhongnan.

More absurdly, her mom defeated Zhou Zhiruo, and in the blink of an eye, returned home.

When her mom saw her dumping a bucket of cookies to play building blocks, she immediately charged with the shoe underfoot!

Help! Mother Yasha!

She got up and ran!

That night, dragging her own pillow, she was kicked out of the master bedroom by her mom, meant to reflect in her own room—but she knew her mom just wanted to ride her dad!

Last time while picking toys under the sofa, suddenly crawling out, didn’t she see her mom sitting on her dad, saying he liked it best this way, hmph, at such an age, shameless!