"You’re overthinking this." Wong Yangming placed his textbooks and glasses on the bedside table, continuing to persuade his wife: "These matters depend on mutual consent. The man is single, the woman is single, and a ten-year age gap isn’t an irreconcilable conflict."
Gao Wenlan asked, "Aren’t you surprised at all?"
"What’s there to be surprised about? At the end of the day, it’s just the same old thing."
Compared to his panicky wife, Wong Yangming was calm: "Back then, when Bai Yan first brought someone home, I just felt that he treated that girl differently, not the kind of relationship you’re thinking of. If they have one now, it’s been for the past half year."
Upon saying this, Wong Yangming sighed lightly: "Bai Yan is quite upright; he wouldn’t bully a young girl. You worry about her being wronged—I worry about Bai Yan being misled by her."
"What on earth are you saying?"
Gao Wenlan sat back down on the bed: "In these matters, it’s always the girl who ends up being taken advantage of."
There are things Gao Wenlan found hard to say straightforwardly.
For example, when it comes to sexual relations, especially the first time, the girl’s virginity is a symbol, whereas for the boy, even after many encounters, he can still pretend to be inexperienced.
In today’s society, many men still highly value a woman’s chastity.
Wong Yangming then spoke, "These years, there hasn’t been anyone around Bai Yan. Now he meets a younger girl. Girls of that age often don’t know their own minds, can you assure that her fondness for Bai Yan will last?"
Gao Wenlan was at a loss for words.
Wong Yangming continued, "So you should interfere less in this matter."
"But I wanted to take Xiao Tang as my goddaughter."
Gao Wenlan said this not because she thought poorly of Song Baiyan, but because there was more than just age differences between Song Baiyan and Tang Li.
Truthfully, she couldn’t understand why Song Baiyan would fall for Tang Li?
Although Tang Li was indeed nice, with Song Baiyan’s status and position, he wouldn’t have difficulty finding any type of woman, yet he chose one who differed so much in many aspects.
Song Baiyan was Wong Yangming’s student. If Tang Li became her goddaughter and things didn’t work out between those two in the future, it would be truly awkward.
Over the years, Gao Wenlan found very few people relatable.
Tang Li happened to be one of them.
"Missing out on this one, who knows where the next agreeable one will be."
Hearing this, Wong Yangming remembered another matter and truthfully told Gao Wenlan: "Bai Yan told me Tang Li’s biological father is Lai Wenyan, the Councilman in the Senate."
Gao Wenlan surely knew who Lai Wenyan was.
"That drama queen’s father?"
"How is Tang Li his daughter?" Gao Wenlan didn’t catch up: "I thought in the news they said Lai Wenyan only had two daughters?"
After she spoke, she recalled what Tang Li had mentioned about her family.
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Wong Yangming didn’t directly mention Tang Shen, only telling his wife, "Her family situation is indeed quite complicated."
"By saying this, do you disagree with me taking her as my goddaughter?"
"Perhaps we should consider it more carefully."
Gao Wenlan pursed her lips: "You weren’t clear earlier, now you tell me because your student, who is the President, must have said something. Since he understands the details and is still involved with Tang Li, what’s wrong with me wanting to be her godmother? If something really happens later, won’t he be there to handle it?"
Tang Li, unaware that the Gao couple was discussing her, returned upstairs from the kitchen and went to the guest room next door under the pretext of "getting a pillow."