Rebirth: I Became Mr.President’s Beloved
Chapter 174: What Do You Want from Me This Time?

Chapter 174: Chapter 174: What Do You Want from Me This Time?

Song Jingtian attended Dewei International School, the best in the Capital.

The sedan slowly stopped at the school entrance.

The rear car door was pushed open, and Song Jingtian stepped out with his little legs, dressed in a uniform-style school outfit, wearing dark camel-colored leather shoes. With delicate and handsome features, he looked like a little gentleman.

Watching Song Jingtian carrying his book bag as he entered the school gate, Song Baiyan raised the car window while instructing Ji Ming to drive.

Ji Ming started the car, then said, "Miss Tang is with the crew of the drama version of ’Original Sin.’ These past two days, there have been quite a few comments about Miss Tang online that look abnormal."

As he spoke, he looked into the rearview mirror, "Sir, do you need me to handle it?"

The last time it was the sir who called him to tackle the attacks on the school forum for Tang Li—now it was more or less the same situation.

"No need for now," replied Song Baiyan.

As if he knew what Ji Ming was thinking, he paused briefly before speaking again, "Even the youngest of birds has a day when its feathers grow full and it must take flight. Too much protection only causes her to lose some instinct for survival."

Like flowers in a greenhouse, they may be beautiful, but will never possess a resilient character.

Upon hearing this, Ji Ming couldn’t help but recall another detail.

Since the sir had taken Miss Tang to Fuyuan for dinner that day, it had been nearly a month, and it seemed Miss Tang hadn’t come looking for him since.

He didn’t know whether she had made a phone call; at least he hadn’t seen her in person.

Arriving at the Ministry of Finance, Song Baiyan had a meeting in the morning.

Before the meeting, he stood by the heavy curtains, hands behind his back, gazing out at the hustle and bustle of traffic on the road outside.

Song Baiyan reminisced about the 11-year-old girl sitting on the threshold of a shabby house, weaving a small bamboo basket and muttering, "Because you’re here now, I have to earn money. Otherwise, in two days, my family’s rice jar will hit bottom."

After saying that, she tossed the basket aside and squatted down next to him, "Yesterday, I saw some strange people hanging around the village entrance again, and they all had guns."

This sentence carried a hint of "threat" and served as a prelude to what she’d say next.

Her eyes shifted slightly, "By hiding you here, I’m taking a huge risk. One wrong move, and you’ll bring trouble on me and my mother."

"What do you want to take from me this time?" he handled the conversation with tact.

Seeing his cooperation, a smile bloomed on the girl’s wheat-colored face; she pointed to his Pioneer D80 Tiger Teeth knife carelessly left on the chair: "Lend me your dagger to play with for a few days."

Watching her eagerness, he couldn’t help but smile, "A little imp with a big heart, aren’t you scared of cutting your fingers with this kind of military dagger?"

"It’s okay, you’ll be here to teach me how to use it. I’ll play with it for two days and then give it back."

"What if I lend you the dagger and you lose it again?"

She assured, "I definitely won’t lose it this time."

Yet the next day, she came to him, crestfallen, to say that the dagger had fallen into the river and was gone.

"It’s not my fault this time, it slipped away on its own."

When his injuries healed and he was ready to leave, her mother handed him a cloth bag, which contained all the things she had "borrowed" from him before, including the Pioneer D80 Tiger Teeth knife.

Remembering this incident still brought a touch of reminiscence.

About a quarter of an hour later, Song Baiyan returned to his desk and picked up his cellphone to dial an old classmate’s number.

As the phone connected, he started with a friendly smile, "How have you been lately?"