Rebirth: I Became Mr.President’s Beloved
Chapter 212: Is It for Your Boyfriend?

Chapter 212: Chapter 212: Is It for Your Boyfriend?

"It’s for your boyfriend, isn’t it?"

Tang Li denied after hearing it: "No, just an ordinary elder."

As she uttered the word "elder," her voice was slightly lighter than before, and the word "boyfriend" mentioned by the young lady at the gift shop gently hit the apex of her heart, creating ripples that spread out.

Her peripheral vision caught her reflection in a makeup mirror on the shelf, noticing her cheeks were already flushed with red.

Leaving the gift shop, Tang Li went straight to National Square.

She had agreed to meet Feng Qi at 11 a.m. sharp, and it was now 9:40 a.m. It would take only about half an hour to reach IMG headquarters from here.

Seeing there was still ample time, Tang Li sat down on a wooden bench outside the square.

Without Gao Wenlan, with her status, she couldn’t enter the Ministry of Finance.

Holding her cellphone, Tang Li hesitated for two or three minutes, after a fierce internal debate, she began to draft a text message: "I’m outside the Ministry of Finance at the square, can you come down for a moment?"

After typing the final question mark and looking back at the message, she felt it wasn’t very polite, so Tang Li deleted it and typed it again: "My roommate bought an oven a couple of days ago and made some biscuits last night, which I think were quite good, I have already signed with IMG Media and am going to the headquarters this morning, so I thought I’d bring you a box of biscuits."

What if he tells her to eat them herself?

Given Song Baiyan’s personality, it really is possible that he might respond like that.

After all, the so-called adults don’t like eating biscuit snacks.

Not wanting to be rejected, Tang Li rephrased her message: "My roommate made some biscuits, they’re in the shape of dogs, they really resemble the Tibetan Mastiff I encountered at the villa, I promised before that I would give it a gift. Since I’m going to the IMG headquarters this morning, I’d bring the biscuits by; I’m already downstairs at the Ministry of Finance, if it is convenient for you, could you come down and pick them up?"

After making sure there were no major issues, Tang Li sent the text message.

As for the recipient –

It was a number she had long committed to memory.

Ten minutes passed, and the cellphone sitting on the gift box remained silent.

Tang Li looked up at the imposing and majestic building of the Ministry of Finance, the cold building amidst the yellowing ginkgo trees on both sides took on a heavy autumn feel, yet it felt so distant and unattainable to her.

Suddenly, the cellphone vibrated.

Tang Li looked down and saw a reply message from Song Baiyan.

[Are you still outside the Ministry of Finance?]

The bleakness in her heart dispersed in an instant, and Tang Li typed back: "I am!"

Watching the message get sent successfully, she adjusted her sitting posture slightly; her legs together, cellphone placed back on top of the gift box, and she raised her hands to tuck a few strands of hair, blown messy by the wind, behind her ears, striving to look as impeccable as possible.

Before long, a man dressed in a suit came out of the Ministry of Finance building.

Tang Li’s heart sank a bit as she recognized the visitor; Ji Ming had already approached her: "Minister Song said, Miss Tang has something for him?"

"...Yes." Tang Li handed over the gift box: "Please pass this to him."

After receiving the box, Ji Ming said: "Minister Song is currently meeting with several heads of state-owned enterprises and can’t leave; many issues are piling up with the end of the year approaching, and it’s inevitable that some of them can’t be addressed in a timely manner."

Thinking back to the delay in Song Baiyan’s response, Tang Li knew Ji Ming’s words were not an excuse. Although there was regret, the sense of disappointment faded, and she stood up: "I won’t disturb your work then, please pass my regards to Minister Song."

Walking out of National Square, Tang Li looked at the clear sky, her lips curving up into a slight smile.

Actually, it wasn’t a disheartening return.

At least, he had sent Ji Ming to get the biscuits.