"And what about you? Do you also do that at this age?"
Tang Li couldn’t help but ask.
Then she heard Song Baiyan reply, "In high school, when seeing a pretty girl, I’d always take a second glance, but after joining the military academy, the number of females in the school could be counted on two hands."
Tang Li hadn’t expected Song Baiyan to really answer the question.
—And to answer it so honestly at that.
In this honesty, she detected humor.
At this moment, Tang Li realized that even though Song Baiyan seemed omnipotent, with many things appearing to be under his control, at the end of the day, he was still just an ordinary man.
During his youthful years, he may have also experienced feelings of budding romance.
Tang Li wasn’t displeased in her heart; if Song Baiyan had said that he went decades without sparing women a second glance, she would have found it hard to believe.
For any psychologically and sexually healthy person, whether male or female, upon encountering an outstanding member of the opposite sex, it’s inevitable to gaze at them with interest.
This has nothing to do with love; it’s purely out of admiration.
Holding her cellphone, Tang Li asked again, "What about now, do you still look at beautiful women now?"
"As one gets older, the energy allocated to that area becomes limited."
The man’s voice carried a tone of sighing, but Tang Li curved her lips into a smile, "In the future, just look at me; that way, you can save your energy."
Song Baiyan let out a light chuckle, then changed the subject, "Are you in the dormitory?"
"Yes, lining up waiting to take a shower."
Tang Li was caught off guard.
After that, holding her cellphone, she rushed out to the balcony.
Looking out, the dense tree shadows obscured her view of the gate to Wentan Garden.
On the other end, Song Baiyan asked, "Are you busy?"
"...No." Tang Li ran back into the dormitory, "I’ll come down right away; wait for me a few minutes!"
After saying that, she hung up the phone to change clothes.
Grabbing her dormitory key, Tang Li hastily left.
It was on the way back to Yunqi Villa that Song Baiyan instructed Ji Ming to change the route.
After his election victory, each time he went out, the security personnel around him increased. Whether leaving the villa in the morning or exiting Tan Palace at night, four cars with the same appearance would drive out simultaneously; this precaution was already much more low-key compared to his predecessors.
This form of low-key behavior naturally also made travel more convenient.
Tan Palace wasn’t particularly far from Tang Li’s school, but it wasn’t close either. Without traffic, half an hour was ample time.
Ten minutes after getting into the car, Song Baiyan noticed a missed call on his cellphone; shortly after, he had Ji Ming take a right turn at the road ahead, and instructed the cars behind not to follow.
Approaching the school, Song Baiyan redialed Tang Li’s number.
Ji Ming, driving ahead, overheard the conversation between Song Baiyan and Tang Li, feeling inwardly surprised. Even though he was already clear about his superior’s affections for Miss Tang, hearing the master speak so uninhibitedly still left him somewhat perplexed.
In the morning, when Song Baiyan had him deliver the cellphone, it obviously didn’t seem like he planned to make another trip today.
But now it appeared differently.
Changing his schedule for a woman was something Song Baiyan had never done before.
After Song Baiyan hung up the call, Ji Ming suggested, "If you wish to see Miss Tang, sir, it’s possible to have her stay at the villa soon."
The President would be moving to Tan Palace at the end of the month, and then such an opportunity would be lost.
"There’s no need for that." The man in the backseat of the vehicle, with his legs crossed, spoke, "Moving to Fengyun Mountain, she would lose her freedom, as if being caged, and it’s almost certain she would feel stifled."
So, the master would rather take the extra trips himself.