Chapter 12: Chapter 12 My surna is Tang, not Li Chapter 12: Chapter 12 My surna is Tang, not Li Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation After speaking, Tang Li tactfully left the private room first.
From the private room to the elevator, a distance of so twenty-odd ters, she walked neither fast nor slow, as if waiting for sothing, silently counting in her heart: “One, two, three!”
As the last syllable of “three” dropped, sure enough, footsteps sounded from behind.
Accompanied by a hasty “Miss Lai”.
Tang Li turned around.
It was Ji Ming who approached.
Ji Ming still had that respectful deanor: “Miss Lai, please wait a mont, Mr. Ji has asked to take you back to the Lai’s.”
This ti, Tang Li did not ask why.
Just as they got to the elevator, a club staff mber hurried towards them.
The staff mber greeted “Mr. Ji”, then handed Ji Ming a paper bag.
Inside the paper bag was a won’s jacket.
As Ji Ming handed over the jacket, Tang Li did not imdiately reach out for it.
She looked at the bluish-gray mohair cardigan, then glanced at Ji Ming: “Was this jacket specifically sent here for by Mr. Song?”
“The night is deep, and the dew is heavy; it’s raining outside. Mr. Song was likely worried about Miss Lai catching a cold.”
Hearing such an explanation, Tang Li slightly curved her lips upward.
She took the jacket.
As the elevator doors closed, she spoke again: “I really like the jacket.”
“…” Ji Ming couldn’t help but glance at her.
But Tang Li said no more.
On the way, Tang Li and Ji Ming did not engage in much conversation.
Based on her past life’s encounters, she knew he was not the talkative type.
Ji Ming was driving a Lexus.
The sedan was spacious, and Tang Li sat alone in the back seat, her attention drawn to a black suit beside her.
She naturally guessed whose suit it was.
Beside the suit lay a chro-decorated tal cigarette case.
It must have fallen out from the inside pocket of the suit.
In Tang Li’s mind, mories of her first encounter with Song Baiyan on the balcony of the Lai family’s study in the evening floated up.
And just now, when Ji Ming caught up to say he would take her ho.
Tang Li felt her intuition was not wrong; this Minister Song was indeed sowhat indulgent towards her. She didn’t know where this “indulgence” stemd from; it surely couldn’t be that he genuinely enjoyed watching her climb balconies, therefore feeling a kind of kindred spirit on first eting.
In her past life, she had not t Song Baiyan in person at the birthday banquet.
Nor did she know that the Lai family had invited such a distinguished guest.
It’s possible that by the ti she went downstairs, Song Baiyan had already left.
Counting it up, the Song and Lai families were not particularly close.
Given Song Baiyan’s status and power nowadays, attending Old Madam Lai’s birthday was really giving a lot of face to the Lai family.
After all, even Lai Wenyan had to show deference when talking to him.
The car stopped in front of the Lai family’s gate.
Tang Li got out of the car.
Holding the mohair coat, she walked around to the driver’s window, leaned over, and said, “Please convey my thanks to Mr. Song.” Reaching the doorway, she suddenly rembered sothing, turned around and said, “Also, my surna is Tang, not Lai.”
That night, when Ji Ming returned to the club, it was past 12 o’clock.
Seeing him return, Song Baiyan put down the teapot in his hand: “Did you safely deliver the person ho?”
“Yes.” Ji Ming nodded.
In fact, he too harbored doubts.
Ever since Song Baiyan suddenly spoke up, asking him to go downstairs to deliver an umbrella.
He had been by Song Baiyan’s side for six years, and it was the first ti he saw Mr. Song show concern for a stranger.
A stranger who was still a young lady at that.
But, this was not sothing he had the right to inquire about.
Song Baiyan got into the car, and in the sealed interior, there remained a sweet fruity scent, just like in the private room when he stood in front of Tang Li.
Suddenly, his throat felt a bit itchy.
He reached for the cigarette case in his suit pocket, only to find it empty.
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