Song Lili crawled out of a dog hole in the back garden of the President Mansion, avoiding guards at every major and minor door.
Following the path she knew well, the President Mansion had looked the same for decades.
The President's Guards in plain clothes in the courtyard, each with a poker face.
Song Lili pulled out an old-fashioned cellphone from her pocket, and couldn't help but smirk—this phone... had been a hand-me-down from her younger sister after she had grown tired of it in just two months.
She flipped through the contact list, some names sounded familiar yet looked strange...
She dialed her best friend's number while already on the street.
She stood in front of the display window of a high-end store, looking at her reflection on the glass, still feeling as if everything was more like a dream.
Had Heaven also felt she was too wronged?
So it kindly gave her another chance to start over.
A twenty-year-old's plump face... only her expression was stiff and ugly, her eyes dull and lifeless... not doing justice to her young face.
"Song Lili!! Calling someone and saying nothing, are you trying to scare me?!"
Song Lili shuddered at the roar coming from the phone, rubbed her ears, and quickly said,
"Xiaoer, where are you? I'll come to you."
The voice on the other end was irate, but Song Lili chuckled lightly, "Then I'll wait for you at your front door, see me whenever you're free, okay?"
"You... Eh, alright, I'm at home. Come on over."
She hailed a taxi and went to Lu Xiaoer's house.
A stretched Lincoln stopped at the Song Family's doorstep, with a bodyguard car in front and behind.
This procession was not much for a President, but it was significant for a visitor to the Song Family.
Wen Nian had notified the Song Family before coming, but Song Jiayu and his wife still did not expect Mr. President to arrive so swiftly,
Bowing and scraping, greeting at the Song Family's entrance was Song Lili's birth father, Song Jiayu, standing beside him was his current wife, Lerong.
"Uncle Song, is Xiao Li at home?"
Wen Nian came without pleasantries, straightforwardly asking with a tone that was moderate and polite, not showing a bit of the President's air.
"Xiao Li?" Song Jiayu was momentarily stunned, "She hasn't come home today."
He had just finished answering when a clear voice came from outside,
Song Xiangqiao's eyes widened with surprise as she walked in and then smacked her head in annoyance when she reached Wen Nian, "I forgot, I should be addressing... Mr. President..."
"No need to be so formal."
"It's better to be formal, to always remind oneself of one's status."
It was neither fortunate nor unfortunate that Song Lili arrived, following right behind Song Xiangqiao into the Porch, her expression inscrutable as she spoke.
"Sister... you're back?"
"Xiao Li, perfect timing, Mr. President is here looking for you."
After Song Jiayu finished speaking, Song Xiangqiao's face stiffened for a moment, then she quickly said,
"So, Brother Wen Nian... What are you here to see Sister for?"
Song Lili's eyes turned frosty as she looked at Song Xiangqiao, "Didn't you understand what I just said?"
"If even our father has to address him as Mr. President, do you hold more esteem than our father?"
Song Xiangqiao stammered, unable to utter another word, her exquisite doll-like face becoming a picture of confusion and panic, her brows knit in a way that was quite pitiable!
Song Lili watched coldly, behind that harmless face was brimming ambition; what "Brother Wen Nian," she must actually want to call him "husband," right!
What a pity that in her past life, she never saw through it!