Tang Li’s eyes were sore and unbearable, she could only soothe them with a towel. Even after removing the towel, everything she saw was dim and unclear, she could only make out vague outlines.
In her dream, Han Jifeng didn’t move forward.
He stood still, hearing Tang Li’s abrupt inquiry: "I heard that most people who come here to play golf are political figures, is that true?"
She was speaking to Song Baiyan.
Tang Li clearly didn’t know the identity of the man sitting opposite her, or rather, if her eyes weren’t so sore, she would have recognized Song Baiyan at first glance and wouldn’t have asked such an impulsive question.
Afterward, Song Baiyan responded to her: "This area is not open to the public, to enter here you probably need to be at least at the level of a department director."
"Sounds like you’re not sure, do you not know either?"
Her questioning was met with a smile from Song Baiyan.
Whether in the dream or in reality, it was Han Jifeng’s first time seeing Song Baiyan smile like that.
Stripped of all deceit, only pure joy or displeasure remained.
Tang Li added, "It’s fine if you don’t know, anyway, I don’t recognize anyone here who comes to play golf." She paused slightly, unable to resist asking again, "Are you here to play golf as well?"
Upon receiving an affirmative answer, her lips slightly curled up, suppressing the excitement in her heart. She did not want to miss this "fated opportunity." Considering the unsuccessful example of Mrs. Lv, she no longer sought quick results. This time, she adopted a roundabout strategy of flattery: "You must be very good at playing."
Song Baiyan watched her act clever, his gaze growing warmer: "Is your husband playing golf with Lv Zhengwen?"
Tang Li counter-questioned instead of answering: "Are you well acquainted with Inspector Lu?"
"Then... could I ask for your help?"
Han Jifeng saw Tang Li say: "My husband was previously wronged, embroiled in a bribery case involving the former Minister of Justice, Xia Zhengguo. Although he has been released now, the incident still negatively affects him. If you are familiar with Inspector Lu, could you please speak a few words for my husband?"
Fearing his refusal, Tang Li explained: "I can assure you, my husband really hasn’t taken a single penny. You don’t have to praise him, just mention my husband to Inspector Lu, so he isn’t forgotten."
Suddenly, Song Baiyan asked her: "How has your husband treated you after marriage?"
Tang Li was puzzled by his question, but still responded: "He has been very good to me, and his mother is also very nice. In the Han Family, at least... it’s been better than the last two years."
At this point, she remembered something: "I almost forgot to tell you, my husband’s name is Han Jifeng. When you mention him to Inspector Lu, if possible, please use more tactful language. It hasn’t been easy for my husband to get to where he is today on his own. He’s very capable and shouldn’t always remain a secretary."
Han Jifeng awoke, still thinking about the words Tang Li said in his dream.
It was as if that scene had truly existed.
Sitting up in bed, he thought about Tang Li acknowledging their relationship in reality, and her plea to Song Baiyan for him in the dream, his emotions tumultuously stirring.
Three days later, Tang Li’s trip to London ended.
On the same day, Song Baiyan concluded his visit to the United Kingdom.
Song Baiyan still had to stay in Europe for another ten days. To avoid unnecessary trouble, Tang Li didn’t wander near Buckingham Palace anymore. After checking out from the hotel, she went directly to London’s airport.
Tang Li returned to her home country at 10 a.m. the next morning.