Tang Li also reached up to touch her own cheek.
However, the peanut butter had already been wiped off.
Song Baiyan picked up a towel, wiping his fingers, and asked her with evident concern in his voice, "Are you heading to the set to film this morning?"
"Yes, this weekly drama is scheduled to air at the beginning of September, and we’ve already shot the first four episodes. To avoid any accidents, we still need to keep up the pace."
As she spoke, Tang Li suddenly thought of something and added, "After finishing this drama, I don’t plan to take on any more work."
"Are you planning to take a break?"
Under Song Baiyan’s warm gaze, she confessed honestly, "Although this might disappoint my agent, when he signed me, I promised him a bright future. So far, none of those promises have been fulfilled, but—"
At this point, Tang Li shifted the topic, "Maybe I’m not a great actress. To me, lifelong commitments are equally important."
Song Baiyan didn’t interrupt her, waiting for Tang Li to continue.
"Once we..." Tang Li was still not accustomed to discussing life after marriage, feeling somewhat embarrassed in both words and expression: "If we get married, I would definitely have to move to Tan Palace. Continuing to act in that scenario wouldn’t be appropriate and has no precedent."
Whether it’s the previous first ladies of S Country or other nations, unless necessary for events, they don’t casually go out.
In North American countries, there were also presidents’ wives who were former actresses. However, when they became first ladies, they never went back to acting.
Song Baiyan smiled at her, "Have you already mentally prepared to move to Tan Palace?"
"..." Tang Li’s eyes flickered slightly, and she responded with a question, "Since we are getting married, shouldn’t we live together?"
"Indeed, we should live together."
Hearing this, Tang Li couldn’t help but smile.
Then Song Baiyan added, "The announcement of our marriage doesn’t have to be rushed. If you want to act, finish this drama and continue with your work as usual."
"We can get married, and I can continue acting?"
"At least for the next six months, it shouldn’t be a problem."
As Song Baiyan spoke, his indulgent gaze on her grew deeper, "While you’re young, do more of what you love, there’s nothing wrong with that."
Tang Li understood what he meant, "A presidential marriage is a big deal. Can that really be kept a secret?"
"How will we know it’s not possible unless we try?" Seeing Tang Li’s doubt, Song Baiyan explained: "Maybe not long after, people will know the president is getting married, but who the bride is, if Tan Palace doesn’t comment, rumors outside will just be speculative."
The implication being—
Unless he decides to announce it, the public can only guess the bride’s identity.
In fact, the political world and the entertainment industry have similarities.
The gossip and revelations the public sees are only the parts the entertainment world wants people to see.
The truly hidden truths won’t be easily known to the casual observers.
Song Baiyan had someone go to the Lai Family to propose, so the Lai family’s relatives and friends already knew about it. At first, there was a misunderstanding, and Lai Wenyan brushed it off with some words, but he never told anyone that Song Baiyan was interested in his illegitimate daughter. Still, people eventually became aware of the situation.
Just at that moment, Tang Li received a call from Yu Sui.
Yu Sui asked if she was at the Lai Family, as the van was going to pick her up.
Tang Li told Yu Sui and the driver to go to the set first; she would join them later.
As she finished speaking, Song Baiyan, flipping through the newspaper, spoke in his magnetic voice from beside her, "If it’s not too much trouble, just have them come to the villa to pick you up."