Capítulo 903: Chapter 903: Since You’re Already Sitting, What’s the Point of Worrying About It?
“Your father really said that?”
Song Baiyan clearly didn’t quite believe her ‘report’.
“Of course.” Tang Li replied without batting an eye, continuing, “He said that Your Excellency is busy with a myriad of tasks and can’t even finish reviewing documents, how could he trouble you with such a minor injury? If you made a big fuss, he might end up drowning in the taxpayers’ spit.”
Song Baiyan: “If your father really had such awareness, he wouldn’t have stopped at being just a senator.”
Tang Li slightly pursed her lips.
If her opportunistic dad knew how Song Baiyan evaluated him, his wound might just split open again.
In her past life, Lai Wenyan did run for President.
—It showed he too had a burning desire to reach the pinnacle of power.
With Lai Wenyan’s petty nature, if he found out Song Baiyan actually looked down on him, he’d probably hold a grudge against Song Baiyan until his last breath.
As her thoughts wandered, her left forearm was gently pinched again.
Tang Li couldn’t help but look over—
Song Baiyan’s right hand, its thumbpad, was pressed against her red mark.
It had the roughness characteristic of a man.
Against her slightly swollen skin, Tang Li didn’t feel any pain; the warmth, slightly above her body temperature, oddly made her feel at ease.
She glanced around the office; it was the same as usual.
The only change was, behind the desk, there was her, who wasn’t working.
“Sitting like this, isn’t it a bit improper?”
Tang Li wisely asked.
She wasn’t actually so spoiled as to not know her limits.
Being able to enter the first-floor office was already a matter of others turning a blind eye. Sitting here, if any staff saw her, it would surely ruin Song Baiyan’s reputation.
If rumors spread about the ‘President being two-faced’, that would be bad.
So, without waiting for Song Baiyan to respond, Tang Li planned to stand up.
But before she could leave Song Baiyan’s lap, the hand resting on her waist tightened, and he spoke in a deep, slow voice, “Since you’re sitting, what does it matter.”
Compared to her awkwardness, Song Baiyan was undoubtedly at ease.
At that moment, Tang Li felt like a ‘country bumpkin’ seeing the world for the first time, looking around and exuding a ‘shady’ vibe, like she had lived a whole life for nothing.
Looking again at Song Baiyan, he maintained that imposing and intimidating manner.
Completely unaware of any inappropriate behavior.
After all, now, it was legitimate.
Since he didn’t mind, Tang Li stopped being overly cautious.
Even so, as she reached to tug at Song Baiyan’s shirt collar, she couldn’t help but glance toward the door to make sure no one was turning the knob, then she fiddled with his second shirt button and remembered another important matter: “Later, when I go upstairs to see your mother, how should I address her?”
Xiao Minglan was quite a bit older than Tang Yin.
Calling her ‘Mom,’ she was afraid she might be taking advantage of Xiao Minglan.
So much thinking it made her nearly bald, Tang Li muttered, “An old husband and a young wife, just more troubles.”
Song Baiyan: “…”
Seeing Tang Li slump her shoulders, Song Baiyan held her small hand, “Now you think I’m old.”
Listening to the man’s half-real, half-fake sigh, a bit of sweetness rose in Tang Li’s heart. She wrapped her arms around Song Baiyan’s shoulders again, crossing her hands behind his neck, “Not complaining, haven’t you heard the saying? An old man’s good, the old man’s got social security, the old man’s got fewer issues, the old man migh—” go, and someone can still find.
Realizing her words were inappropriate, Tang Li abruptly fell silent.
“Why didn’t you finish?”
“Nothing.”
Song Baiyan, appreciating her insincerity, chuckled softly, “Just registered the marriage, and already wishing I’d pass?”
Tang Li: “…”