Rebirth: I Became Mr.President's Beloved

Chapter 1294: Song Xiaohua’s Enlightenment Record [2]

Tang Li took the carnation, wet with saliva, from Song Xiaohua’s hand and commanded the special agents to quickly remove the banner.Fortunately, there were no other flights at the moment, otherwise, they would have ended up trending online.

Song Jingtian was displeased.

He had meticulously planned this welcoming display.

Besides, the streamers hadn’t even been released yet!

Not only the banner but even the two welcome signs were taken away by someone.

Afterward, he and Xiaohua were hustled into the car like chickens by someone acting like an eagle.

However, when he and Xiaohua lay on the rear windshield and watched Tang Li, wearing a fisherman’s hat, sunglasses, and a mask, loading luggage into the trunk along with the special agents, he instantly forgave her.

What could he do?

Pretty people can be so brazen.

Back at Tan Palace, they arrived just in time for dinner.

Song Xiaohua carried her Mickey-sectioned dinner plate, which contained a shelled boiled egg. Tang Li came out of the bathroom, pulled her chair back to sit down, and noticed a bit of egg white added to the empty bowl in front of her. Song Xiaohua’s childish voice chimed in, "For you to eat."

It was Tang Li’s first time experiencing the privilege of shared food from her daughter.

"Really for me?" She confirmed with Song Xiaohua.

"Uh-huh!" Song Xiaohua nodded, "Xiaohua eats the yolk, Mommy eats the whites."

At this moment, Tang Li deeply felt the truth behind "distance creates beauty." The daughter who once offered her fart only existed in her memories now. Song Xiaohua had learned to be filial to her old mother.

Xiao Minglan and Aunt Min carried fruits from the small pantry, surprised to find Song Xiaohua’s plate devoid of eggs: "Xiaohua’s so well-behaved today? Didn’t need Grandma’s coaxing to eat her egg. When your dad comes up, Grandma must tell him how well Xiaohua behaved."

The little one received praise, swinging her little legs, sitting in her high chair and holding a spoon, saying, "Xiaohua will eat with Mommy every day from now on."

The granddaughter wasn’t distant from her biological mom, which also made Xiao Minglan happy: "Then from now on, you’ll sit next to Mommy, let her help you with the dishes."

Song Xiaohua immediately agreed.

Tang Li patted her daughter’s little head, feeling emotional.

—Song Xiaohua has become increasingly sensible, but if there’s any shortcoming.

—It would be the sparse hair on her head.

Song Jingtian came late after loafing around in his room.

He took his usual seat, next to Song Xiaohua, and noticed the little girl’s plate missing the egg whites.

After leaving the table, he took the little girl to a corner and asked, "Didn’t you say you didn’t like egg whites? You’ve eaten it all today?"

"Gave it to Mommy!" Song Xiaohua whispered.

Then, she imitated the nanny’s usual way of coaxing her and patted her uncle’s back: "I’ve found someone to eat egg whites for me, so little uncle, you don’t have to eat them anymore!"

Tang ’Egg White Digestor’ Li finished dinner and returned to the master bedroom to sort the luggage.

An hour later, Song Xiaohua also returned from her uncle’s place.

To improve her mother-daughter relationship, Tang Li proactively offered to bathe the little girl.

Once the nanny left, Tang Li undid the buttons of Song Xiaohua’s suspender pants and helped her take off the striped T-shirt. The chubby little girl, wearing only strawberry lace panties, crawled into the bathtub.

Tang Li held the showerhead to run warm water, while Song Xiaohua sat on a stool in the center of the bathtub, holding a small yellow duck and reminded her mom, "Press the ears too."

Tang Li: "???"

"Like this." The little girl demonstrated.

Looking at Xiaohua lying on the edge of the bathtub, rubbing her earlobes with both hands, Tang Li: "......."

Having grown to three years old, she was asking her mother for something the first time. Could she refuse?

Of course not!

Tang Li set the water, and following the little girl’s instructions, massaged her ears, "Like this?"

"A little more up." Song Xiaohua said.

"How about now?"

"A bit harder might be fine."

After a while, the little girl added, "It would be great if I could have some plum juice now!"

This request Tang Li didn’t agree to.

The child’s stomach was weak and could easily get diarrhea.

Not getting her desired plum juice, Song Xiaohua didn’t persist, she merely suggested, "Summer is here, Mommy should buy some ice cream, right?"

Last summer, the little one secretly went downstairs wrapped in a diaper to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and ate three ice cream cones, leading to a persistent cough. Tang Li was aware of this.

Thus, she didn’t fall for Song Xiaohua’s trick: "Mommy doesn’t love ice cream."

The little one didn’t fuss, clearly accepting this cruel reality.

Wrapping Song Xiaohua’s hair in a dry towel and putting on her robe, Tang Li carried her out of the bathroom.

She instructed the child to sit still on the Imperial Consort’s Couch and went to get the blow dryer.

As Tang Li blow-dried the little girl’s wet hair, Song Xiaohua fiddled with her little feet and asked, "Then what’s Mommy’s favorite food?"

A mother knows her daughter best.

No matter how clever Song Xiaohua was, she was still a child.

Tang Li immediately guessed her intentions.

"Mommy loves vegetables the most." Tang Li offered several examples: "Like potatoes, carrots, and cauliflower."

Song Xiaohua emo (depressed).

These things, she doesn’t love.

Tang Li turned the tables: "Our Xiaohua must also love vegetables, right?"

"..." The little one counted her toes: "A little."

Afraid of the conversation leading to tomorrow, she’d have to eat vegetables, Song Xiaohua pursed her lips.

When Tang Li went to brush her teeth, Song Xiaohua slid down the Imperial Consort’s Couch.

She picked up the phone on the round table and dialed the ’005’ extension.

Once connected, carrying the receiver larger than her face, she instructed, "My mommy wants to drink Yakult after her bath. Please send a bottle to the room quickly."

Tang Li came out, wiping her hair, and found a bottle of lactic acid bacteria on the bedside table, while Song Xiaohua sat on the carpet playing puzzles.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the little girl put down the puzzle piece and ran to Tang Li’s side: "Mommy worked hard giving Xiaohua a bath! Xiaohua called them to deliver Yakult for Mommy."

Clearly, it was the little one who wanted to drink.

However, Tang Li didn’t expose her, opened the Yakult, and took a sip first.

Her peripheral vision caught the little one looking up eagerly, Tang Li squatted down, waved the bottle in her hand: "Want a sip?"

"Xiaohua just needs to taste it."

The little one said this, holding onto her mommy’s hand that held the Yakult.

Song Xiaohua is a child of her word.

She said she’d drink a bit, and indeed only drank a little.

Tang Li was a little surprised.

At just three years old, Song Xiaohua’s self-control was greater than that of kids her age.

"Not drinking anymore?"

Song Xiaohua shook her head, pushed her mommy’s hand: "Mommy drink."

An obedient child is endearing.

Tang Li offered, "If Mommy can’t finish it, she’ll want Xiaohua’s help to finish it too."

Song Xiaohua: (๑¯◡¯๑)

That night, Song Xiaohua successfully tricked her mommy into giving her a bottle of Yakult.

Song Baiyan finished his work and came upstairs. As he entered the room, he noticed the mother and daughter sleeping soundly on the bed. After taking a shower, he turned off the lights and got into bed, one foot reached over and rested on his left calf.

Tang Li snuggled for a bit, then spoke up, "Xiaohua is asleep."

As the words fell, the restless little foot was also grasped.

Tang Li felt inexplicably sheepish.

Two years apart hadn’t cooled their feelings.

In contrast, meeting once a month, watching the years subtly change Song Baiyan, Tang Li found her feelings had never waned.

This love was gentle and enduring, yet also vividly colorful.

Perhaps it was because she’d never encountered another man who could unconditionally accept her, whether her good or bad, he accepted it all.

"Really asleep?" The man’s calm voice resonated softly in the dark.

"Nope." A low milk voice followed: "Daddy, I’m not asleep yet."

Tang Li: "..."

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Good night.