Rebirth: I Became Mr.President’s Beloved
Chapter 238: Looking Up, She Finds Song Baiyan Watching Her

Chapter 238: Chapter 238: Looking Up, She Finds Song Baiyan Watching Her

Circling around the bonfire, Tang Li saw Song Baiyan sitting under the tree.

The Little Monk let go of her hand and ran over first.

Casting a glance at her outfit, Tang Li’s pace gradually slowed down. Despite the cheering from the crowd nearby, she was still unsure if she was suitable for wearing this ethnic minority clothing, feeling somewhat apprehensive.

When Tang Li reached the tree, the Little Monk squatted down and asked, "Benefactor Song, doesn’t the donor look especially beautiful in this attire?"

Tang Li suddenly wanted to cover his little mouth.

Such a question made her feel uncomfortably like being roasted on a fire.

"Just now as we were walking here, a handsome young guy from the neighboring village even asked for her contact information," the Little Monk chattered incessantly, "Unmarried women like her are even more popular than you here, Benefactor Song."

Song Baiyan smiled upon hearing this: "Are you quitting being a monk to become a matchmaker instead?"

"Not at all." the Little Monk said in a sticky sweet voice, "I just wanted to tell you that the lady is very beautiful and someone might steal her away accidentally."

After saying this, he turned back and winked at Tang Li.

As if saying—

Am I helping you or what?

Tang Li felt her cheeks heat up, unsure if it was from the glow of the fire or the embarrassment. When she had put on this outfit, there had been expectations in her heart—not of stunning everyone, but merely of catching a bit more of someone’s attention.

She was well aware of her own looks; she was quite beautiful, but not breathtakingly so.

Thus, hearing the Little Monk ask Song Baiyan like that, she didn’t feel proud, but rather... an indescribable awkwardness.

Given Song Baiyan’s status, what kind of beauties hadn’t he seen?

At those banquets and social gatherings with celebrities and politicians, what was never lacking were exceptionally beautiful women, with their fine clothes and delicate fragrances, mingling among clinking drinks. In front of real socialites, she might not even match up to a single one of their fingers.

Tang Li couldn’t help but think of Miss Bao.

She spoke softly, not with affected gentleness, and each time she laughed, the curve of her lips was just right, her demeanor graceful, neither overbearing nor overly humble, standing there, clearly from a distinguished family background.

In comparison, she was indeed just a country girl.

Thinking this, Tang Li inevitably felt a sense of defeat. She was about to call over the Little Monk to prevent him from speaking rashly, but unintentionally turning her gaze, she found Song Baiyan’s profound and gentle eyes watching her.

Such a gaze seemed to have lingered for a while.

"..." Tang Li’s eyelashes fluttered downwards.

Suddenly feeling at a loss.

Her hands clasped nervously behind her back, she glanced nearby and finally found an excuse: "I’m going to get some roasted corn."

Before her words finished, she turned and strode quickly towards the bonfire.

As Tang Li walked away, Ji Ming suddenly said, "Miss Tang really suits that outfit."

This kind of ethnic clothing, worn by the locals, would usually look too gaudy and out of place, but Tang Li carried it with an exotic charm.

In the midst of speaking, Tang Li had already reached the table with the roasted corn.

Knowing that Song Baiyan and Ji Ming probably wouldn’t eat it, she took a corn cob for herself and one for the Little Monk, turning around to head back, when a young guy suddenly approached, his face slightly flushed, hesitantly blocking her path, and mustering his courage, he asked, "May I invite you to dance?"

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