Rebirth: I Became Mr.President's Beloved-Chapter 125: My Big Brother Won’t Eat You

"Jingtian is still waiting for me, bye."

The last two words, Tang Li said them very quickly.

After finishing, she no longer looked at Song Baiyan’s expression, nor dared to look into his eyes, retreated two steps backward, then turned and left.

Until she walked into the waiting hall, Tang Li never looked back.

Song Jingtian was carrying a backpack, standing beside the security staff, sipping orange juice through a straw. Seeing Tang Li return, especially her cheeks flushed white with pink, he scrutinized and asked, "Why did you run back?"

"I didn’t do anything." Tang Li went to take the roasted sweet potato and orange juice from his hand.

The little fellow handed over the bag with the sweet potato.

As for the orange juice, he hesitated for a moment before giving Tang Li the almost finished cup.

Seeing that Tang Li took it as if she hadn’t noticed his slight deception, Song Jingtian’s round eyes moved. When it was their turn for the security check, he suddenly asked, "Why did my big brother hug you earlier?"

Facing the gaze of the security officer, Tang Li felt her cheeks burning.

"Saying goodbye, haven’t you ever been hugged when saying goodbye to someone?" she said, and then carried Song Jingtian through the security gate, going to retrieve the backpack and shoulder bags from the conveyor.

Song Jingtian fully displayed his inquisitive nature.

When boarding the high-speed train, as they walked, he twisted his head to talk to Tang Li, "Then why did you run away afterwards? My big brother wouldn’t eat you."

Sitting in their seats, he glanced meaningfully at Tang Li, "My big brother doesn’t even hug me."

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"Next time, you can ask him to hug you," Tang Li said, placing his backpack on the luggage rack.

The little guy turned his head back and hummed.

When she returned to her seat, Tang Li recalled that hug, her mind flooded with the scene outside the waiting hall.

The tobacco scent from the man, as if just basked in intense sun, felt like the winter sun shining on her, warm and inviting, irresistibly making her want to lean closer, to soak up more warmth.

As the high-speed train proceeded, the view of desolate grassy hills gradually replaced the cold marble and beams.

She thought again of the vision of Song Baiyan drinking coffee by the window at noon.

The man was sitting leisurely.

Handsome features, distinct facial contours, a straight nose, thin lips, deep eyes – in the bright sunny afternoon, his sternness blended with a touch of warmth.

When Song Baiyan looked at someone, his gaze wasn’t very sharp; this was restraint honed through years and experiences.

Reflecting on their previous conversations, Tang Li felt that Song Baiyan came across as gentle.

Her thoughts drifted uncontrollably. If Song Baiyan had a wife, then the way he looked at his wife, certainly would seem affectionate.

If he had a daughter, he surely would be a tolerant and understanding father.

Thinking back to how Song Baiyan hadn’t pushed her away when she hugged him but instead slowly tightened his embrace, she knew such action was unrelated to romantic love, reminiscent of an adult cajoling a disobedient child. Still, Tang Li’s lips slightly curled upwards.

Returning to the Capital, it was just past ten at night.

Just out of the ticket checkpoint, Song Jingtian saw a woman waiting outside and immediately hid behind Tang Li.

This was the first time Tang Li met Song Ru in person.

Song Ru, with her ear-length short hair, gave an impression of competence, yet her demeanor remained gentle and graceful; if age wasn’t mentioned, one couldn’t tell her son was already in college.

Seeing the little rascal’s figure, Song Ru had already walked over.

Seeing his elder sister with a stern face, this time Song Jingtian didn’t use Tang Li as a shield: "It was I who asked Tang Li to take me to Shangbu. Please don’t blame her."

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