Chapter 22: Chapter 22 She Wants to Get Close to Song Baiyan Chapter 22: Chapter 22 She Wants to Get Close to Song Baiyan Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation In her previous life, during the summer break of her junior year, Lai Wenyan arranged for her to marry the son of a colleague.
The man not only suffered from autism, but also had severe violent tendencies.
When she was taken by Lai Wenyan to meet the colleague’s couple, she witnessed a 27-year-old man kicking and punching a maid just because she misplaced the cutlery.
Knowing Lai Wenyan’s intentions, no matter how much she pleaded, it was to no avail.
Eventually, she escaped from the Lai Family to the Han Family.
By then, Han Jifeng had already proposed to her.
The colleague’s couple, already disdainful of her background and reputation, were unwilling to have her as their daughter-in-law once they knew she had fled to another man’s home, and Lai Wenyan, seeing the marriage plans fall through, no longer cared about her wellbeing.
Now, she didn’t want to marry Han Jifeng again, but Lai Wenyan would have the same arrangement.
For this superfluous daughter, Lai Wenyan only ever thought to make use of her and naturally wouldn’t plan for her as carefully as he did for Lai Shengxia and Lai Yuaner.
She had had enough of despair and wandering in her past life.
Given another chance, Tang Li would no longer naively think that she could rely on the Lai Family.
The screeching of brakes by the roadside snapped her out of her absent-mindedness.
Just as she realized it was a bicycle, she was already knocked to the ground.
The cyclist, seeing Tang Li’s left elbow scraped and bleeding, was shocked: “Don’t you have ears? I rang the bell, yet you kept walking towards the middle of the road!”
Tang Li ignored his shifting of blame and left directly, covering her elbow.
Around noon, the campus was bustling.
She hadn’t walked far when a deep brown Lexus slowly stopped on the road beside her.
The rear window rolled down halfway.
Tang Li saw a handsome facial profile of a man.
Song Baiyan’s gaze fell on her left elbow, his deep eyes carrying a hint of warmth as he spoke with a tone that wasn’t distant: “Injured?”
Tang Li stood on the sidewalk, her right hand pressing on her elbow unconsciously tightening.
His gentle manner, whether it was his gaze or his voice, was like a warm current flowing into her heart, making her realize that no one had shown such pure concern for her since her mother’s death.
Tang Li hummed softly through her nasal.
Song Baiyan saw her lower her head, like a child who had done something wrong, vulnerable and showing confusion.
“Did you fall?” asked Song Baiyan.
Tang Li noticed her dirty, dusty jeans.
The man’s concerned tone made her secretly guess, and she truthfully said: “I just got hit by a bicycle, scraped my arm a bit.”
As she spoke, she looked up at Song Baiyan: “What brings you here, Mr. Song?”
“My nephew is studying here,” Song Baiyan said, his deep eyes returning to her injured arm, his magnetic voice deep and soothing: “Get in the car, I’ll take you to the hospital to dress your wound.”
If that question was her further test —
— testing whether Song Baiyan was indeed exceptionally kind to her.
Tang Li was increasingly sure of her guess.
Ji Ming got out of the driver’s seat, stood by the roadside, and opened the other rear car door.
After hesitating for a moment, Tang Li chose to get in.
Perhaps because it was a man’s chauffeured car, it lacked a bit of softness, and like last time, after the door was shut, she could smell the mild leather scent from the seat.
The soundproofing of the high-end sedan was exceptionally good.
Tang Li covered her wound, her arms resting in front of her, careful not to stain the seats with blood stains.
Inside the car, there was a brief silence.
After a few seconds, Song Baiyan put the documents he was looking at into a file bag and casually set it aside.
When Ji Ming started the car, Song Baiyan asked her: “Did you have no classes in the morning, during the third and fourth periods?”