Mr. Song Baiyan simply smiled faintly, "Sometimes, things done without an intention turn out to be fruitful, as the willow planted casually grows into a shade. It’s her fate that she caught the mentor’s wife’s eye and also her own doing."
After speaking on the phone for a while longer, Song Baiyan finally pressed the hang-up button.
It was at this moment that Ji Ming entered the study.
Ji Ming placed a document on the desk and was about to leave when Song Baiyan instructed him, "Book a private room at Fuyuan for tonight."
Receiving Song Baiyan’s call, Tang Li was reading a script in her dorm.
At half-past five in the evening, a sedan stopped downstairs.
Before leaving, Tang Li couldn’t resist going back to check her appearance in the bathroom mirror, making sure she was dressed modestly. She then left the dorm with a paper bag containing a suit.
Ji Ming was waiting in front of the sedan.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned his head towards the dorm building.
That’s when he saw Tang Li.
Tang Li was dressed in a way that was very much in line with the image of current college students: a milk-white loose-fitting V-neck sweater, light grey trousers rolled up to reveal her ankles, and a pair of deep camel-colored lace-up leather shoes. Her fair ankles looked playful and cute. She carried a genuine leather backpack over her left shoulder, her low ponytail was casually tied, and her delicate features were bright and clear, making her increasingly eye-catching as she walked.
Upon reaching the car, Tang Li handed the paper bag to Ji Ming, "These are Mr. Song’s two suits. I couldn’t find a good dry cleaner, so they haven’t been cleaned."
Once seated in the car, she asked, "Why is Mr. Song suddenly inviting me to dinner?"
"Mr. didn’t tell me," Ji Ming replied honestly, "He just told me to book a private room at Fuyuan in the evening and then pick up Miss Tang."
On the way, Tang Li retracted her gaze from the car window due to a guess in her mind and couldn’t help but ask again, "Did Mr. Song’s friend come to see him this afternoon?"
Upon hearing this, Ji Ming looked into the rearview mirror, and then nodded, "Director Bai from the Revenue Service visited the villa to see Mr. Song."
Tang Li didn’t know who the man she encountered yesterday in Song Baiyan’s office was, but from what Ji Ming said and the dinner with Song Baiyan tonight, she felt it must have been Director Bai she met at the club at noon.
And she was certain that this Director Bai had reported on her to Song Baiyan.
Regardless of what he said, judging by the current situation, it certainly wasn’t anything good about her.
Soon after, she gradually began to remember some things.
In her previous life, when Song Baiyan succeeded as Head of State, the next Finance Minister had the surname Bai.
The sedan stopped outside Fuyuan, and the sky had already turned pitch dark.
The private room was on the third floor.
The waiter pushed open the wooden door of the room, and Tang Li saw Song Baiyan, her feelings slightly complicated—beyond the subtle unease, there was a joy she could not ignore.
Even as she tried to suppress it, this touch of joy still danced at the tip of her heart.
Several dishes were already set on the round table.
As soon as Tang Li entered, Song Baiyan rested his chopsticks on the chopstick rest.
"Not at all," Song Baiyan gestured for her to sit down.
Tang Li took the seat directly opposite him.
Setting her backpack aside, she raised her head and met his gaze with relative composure.
Song Baiyan picked up a towel and wiped the corner of his mouth, then placed the towel back before his deep gaze landed on her, "How are you feeling today?"
Knowing he was asking about her period, Tang Li felt somewhat embarrassed, but still nodded, "Much better now."
Before the atmosphere in the private room lapsed into silence, she took the initiative to speak up, "I’ve signed a contract with the production company for the drama version of ’Original Sin’. They want me to play Ying Xuaner, a criminal suspect, and I’ll join the crew at the beginning of the month."