The electric scooter whizzed past her.
Ah Li instinctively stepped back, but stepped on the leather shoes of the person behind her, and when she turned around, she was already in Song Baiyan’s arms, her back against the man’s chest, with Song Baiyan’s broad and warm palms still resting on her shoulders.
Over there, Ji Ming had already pushed open the car door and got out.
Back in the car, Tang Li was still somewhat shaken.
After a while, she suddenly remembered something and her gaze followed down Song Baiyan’s trouser legs to his leather shoes. Just now, she had used quite a bit of force with that step.
Even though she looked slender, her height was there, and she weighed almost a hundred kilograms.
Song Baiyan noticed her gaze: "What’s wrong?"
"...Nothing." Tang Li didn’t voice her question because she knew that even if she had really hurt him, as a man and an older man, he wouldn’t admit it in front of her.
Half an hour later, the sedan arrived at the Art College.
The black Lexus slowly came to a stop outside Wentan Garden, and Tang Li didn’t leave immediately after getting out of the car. Seeing her hesitating to speak, Song Baiyan took the initiative to ask, "Is there something else?"
"Actually, it’s nothing." Tang Li placed her hands behind her back and hesitated before speaking, "It’s just... since it’s the New Year, I wanted to give you a gift."
After saying this, her heart felt anxious, fearing his rejection.
Just like he rejected those sycophants at tonight’s card table.
But Song Baiyan then opened the other car door to get out.
He said, "Instead of you making another trip, why don’t I go in with you now."
Tang Li felt a sweet sensation swirling at the tip of her heart, concealing her emotions, she said, "That means you would have to walk back a bit more."
"No harm." Song Baiyan closed the car door, "Just consider it a walk to digest the late-night snack."
This time, Tang Li didn’t object.
After swiping her access card, she entered first, then turned to watch Song Baiyan walk into Wentan Garden. "I live in Building B, just over there."
Saying so, she pointed at the apartment building not far away.
"Are you getting used to living here?"
Tang Li nodded, "The faculty apartment is very quiet, there aren’t many people usually, and there’s a security guard on duty at the entrance, strangers can’t enter."
When they arrived at the foot of the apartment building, she spoke again, "Wait here for me, I’ll go up and grab the item and come right back."
With those words, she pushed open the door of the apartment and ran in.
Lighting up a cigarette, Song Baiyan walked to the haiku tree by the roadside, where the wooden bench was covered with yellow leaves, and he swept some aside with his hand.
Ji Ming was waiting in the car.
Through the car window, he saw Song Baiyan sit down on the bench, not without surprise. Normally, Song Baiyan did not wait for people with such patience, or more precisely, in recent years, no one dared to make Song Baiyan wait , but now, Miss Tang was doing just that.
Indeed, one should say that the Finance Minister was exceptionally special to Miss Tang.
This special treatment was enough to make exceptions time and again.
Thinking of the scene in front of the pharmacy earlier, Ji Ming had some guesses, and recalling the week Tang Li lived in Guangyuan Temple, it seemed that the relationship was not simply one of senior and junior.
Tang Li returned to her dorm, slightly out of breath as she had run upstairs from the first floor.
Under Wu Xuehan’s puzzled gaze, Tang Li opened her desk drawer, took out the mini Peninsula Iron Box, then turned around and hurried out.
"Ah Li..." Wu Xuehan didn’t manage to stop her in time.
It took Tang Li half a minute to run back to the first floor.
At the stairwell entrance, she took a moment to catch her breath before finally pushing open the door and going out.