Rebirth: I Became Mr.President’s Beloved
Chapter 392: Want to Ride in Mr. Song’s Presidential Car

Chapter 392: Chapter 392: Want to Ride in Mr. Song’s Presidential Car

Tang Li gripped the water cup in her hand tightly.

Even though she knew it wasn’t an auditory hallucination, she couldn’t help but harbor some doubts.

Then, the chair beside her was pulled out.

Song Baiyan sat down, and upon seeing her still holding the water cup without reaction, he crossed his right leg over his left knee. His trousers and shoes were impeccable, and his hands casually linked on top of his legs. There was a hint of amusement in his eyes: "Haven’t snapped out of it yet?"

The familiar voice, carrying the warmth she knew well, was like an electric current surging into her heart, tingling throughout her body.

Tang Li didn’t turn her head to look at him and instead opened the cup lid to take a sip of water.

After a long while, she pretended to be calm and looked over: "Aren’t you busy today? Why did you come?"

"I need to rest no matter how busy I am."

Song Baiyan said, fixing his deep gaze on Tang Li’s face with a subtle warmth and focus: "Don’t like me coming to school?"

...How could she not like it?

Tang Li said: "It’s just a bit sudden."

"I just happened to pass by." Song Baiyan explained: "I remembered you should be back at school these days, so I parked and came in to check on you."

Tang Li gave a soft "Oh."

She had chosen a secluded spot to read and it was evening, so she was the only one at the table.

But now, there was one more person.

"Did you come by yourself?" After a while, Tang Li finally asked.

Seeing her shy expression, Song Baiyan spoke again, his voice growing even slower: "Afraid I brought too many people, making it harder to have a secret rendezvous with me?"

"..." Tang Li hadn’t expected Song Baiyan to use the joke she once made and turn it back on her. She quickly lifted a book to shield her mouth and nose: "I’m still a student, uncle, it isn’t good for you to say such things."

Song Baiyan smiled, his gaze full of interest: "Now you remember you’re a student?"

"I’m going to put the books back first."

Tang Li changed the subject, stood up to stack five books from the table into her arms, and walked into the aisle of bookshelves. She thought of something, looked at Song Baiyan who was still sitting there, extended the index and middle fingers of her right hand to represent two legs, and then made a walking gesture towards the door.

Afterward, worried that he didn’t understand, she lowered her voice and said: "Wait for me outside first."

When Tang Li returned the books and came back, she discovered Song Baiyan was gone, and even her pencil case and backpack on the table had disappeared.

She ran out of the library and saw Song Baiyan holding her backpack, standing next to the steps.

The man also had a newly lit cigarette in his hand.

Tang Li approached leisurely: "I should carry the backpack."

Song Baiyan didn’t hand over the backpack, instead asking her: "Heading back to the dorm now?"

Tang Li nodded.

Next to the library outside, a sedan was parked.

Someone was in the driver’s seat; Tang Li guessed it was Ji Ming.

Since the election started, Song Baiyan’s vehicle was no longer that Lexus. Putting aside security concerns, even for the sake of being discreet, it was necessary to frequently change vehicles.

Coming down the steps from the library, Tang Li said: "I’ve seen on TV before, the President’s car is a bulletproof Cadillac, capable of withstanding attacks from various weapons, especially the doors, equivalent to a Boeing 757’s cabin door."

Song Baiyan asked: "Why bring this up all of a sudden? Want to try sitting in it?"

"..." Tang Li blushed.

She glanced sideways at Song Baiyan without denying it: "I just think it’s very imposing."

"I’ll find a time one day to let you sit in it for an afternoon."

Tang Li curved her lips slightly, insincerely saying: "Would it look bad for an ordinary person to be seen sitting in the President’s car?"