Rebirth: I Became Mr.President’s Beloved
Chapter 200: You Are the First Man I’ve Confessed To

When Song Baiyan received the message, he was standing on the bedroom’s balcony smoking, with heavy frost forming, but he didn’t feel much coldness.

It was as if Tang Li’s words before she came upstairs were still echoing in his ears.

The girl’s firm yet shy gaze was also deeply etched into his brain.

A 19-year-old girl.

When they first met, she was only 11 years old.

At that time, he was already a 23-year-old adult man.

The little girl with wheat-colored skin and a radiant smile gradually merged in his mind with the Tang Li he saw tonight, who had long hair draped over her shoulders and wore a bathrobe with a graceful figure.

Even after many years, those clear and steadfast doe eyes hadn’t changed much.

Just like how she used to sit on the doorstep, holding her chin in her hands.

"I didn’t forbid you from hiding the dagger; I’ll definitely find it anyway, and then I really won’t return it. In our village, there’s an unwritten rule that whoever finds it keeps it."

Somewhat mischievous, yet equally stubborn,

she would go all out to get what she liked.

Thinking about how he had lived for almost thirty-two years, and now was being relentlessly pursued by a young girl, he felt amused yet mixed with some helplessness.

By the time he returned to the bedroom, he noticed a new message on his cellphone.

Tang Li hadn’t received a reply and thought Song Baiyan was dismissing her out of impulse as if she was a child.

Thinking this way, she inevitably felt disappointed.

Just as she lay in bed, her cellphone vibrated.

—It was a message from Song Baiyan.

[Go to sleep, don’t play with your cellphone.]

Tang Li looked at the words "Go to sleep" and her lips involuntarily lifted into a smile. It was a common admonition, but she tasted a different flavor in it, seemingly filled with indulgence and helplessness.

She quickly typed back with both hands on her cellphone: "You too."

This time, Song Baiyan didn’t reply.

Yet, Tang Li felt more at ease, put down her cellphone, and went to sleep peacefully.

However, in the middle of the night, she experienced that dream again, where she and Han Jifeng were arguing.

In the dream, glass cups and other porcelain shattered all over, she saw herself smashing a remote control at the TV, and the LCD screen emitting a cracking sound; the maid kept her distance, not daring to come closer, Han Jifeng grabbed her hand and flung her onto the sofa, ignoring her tear-stained eyes and messy hair, and walked straight out of the mansion’s door.

Before Han Jifeng left, his harsh words lingered in her ears and wouldn’t fade away.

"Tang Li, stop acting like a crazy woman, take care of yourself. What I think and want to do is my business, it’s not your place to meddle!"

Tang Li woke up, and it was already bright outside.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Tang Li looked at her red-rimmed eyes, somewhat dazed.

Even she herself despised the way she was in the dream.

Lost herself, and also lost her reasoning.

She was very afraid that she might revert to that state again in her lifetime.

Outside, the sound of a dog barking loudly could be heard.

Tang Li followed the sound, opened the window of the guest room, just in time to see the Tibetan Mastiff named Iron Clad Gold leaping high, catching the thrown football in its mouth, then shaking its fluffy tail, running back and forth on the vast lawn, and finally returning the ball.

Turning slightly, she saw Song Baiyan squatting beneath a tree.

The Tibetan Mastiff joyfully circled around him, and Song Baiyan patted its head; perhaps tired from playing, the Tibetan Mastiff slowly lay down beside Song Baiyan.

When Song Baiyan stood up, the Tibetan Mastiff immediately followed, fearing that if it was a moment too slow, it would be left behind by its owner.