Rebirth: I Became Mr.President’s Beloved Chapter 708: 708: How Difficult It Is to Mold a Person

Chapter 708: Chapter 708: How Difficult It Is to Mold a Person

Tan Palace, the President’s bedroom.

In the bathroom, steam clouds the mirror, reflecting the blurred figure in the shower enclosure.

The overhead shower has been turned off.

Song Baiyan leans against the wet wall tiles with both hands, recalling the earlier scene in Danzhu Hall, with the girl straddling him. Even with cloth between them, the sensory effect isn’t diminished—after all, he’s a normal adult man, it’s impossible not to have any reaction.

There is also the girl’s confession-like honesty…

Those beautiful doe eyes looked at him sincerely, yet so frankly intense that any man faced with such an outpour of true feelings would likely find it hard to resist for long.

With passion cos the natural progression of a man and a woman in bed.

He is not devoid of desire, and with soone for whom he has feelings, he also harbors thoughts of going further.

However, this is precisely what differentiates humans from animals.

Humans can control their desires.

Too overt desires only cause fear in others.

Once fear, a negative emotion, is provoked, it is not easy to dispel.

After a while, Song Baiyan erges from the bathroom.

There are ssages from Tang Li on his cellphone.

—”I’ve arrived at school! ^-^”

A few minutes later, another ssage: “Get so rest early.”

Song Baiyan puts down his cellphone, opens the drawer of the bedside table, takes out a pack of cigarettes, and steps out onto the terrace. The night at the beginning of the month is missing a bright full moon, in front of the main building of Tan Palace, looking out, there is a large lawn followed by a fountain pool shimring like a small lake.

Looking at this night scene, Song Baiyan recalls what he told Han Jifeng.

When Han Jifeng asked him if he was paying back his feelings because Tang Li had saved him, what was his answer?

“When feelings and gratitude get muddled, it won’t be the scene you’re seeing.”

Han Jifeng responded, “You don’t really like her; it’s more like you’re training her to beco the way you want her to be so that she can please you.”

“At least when I t her, she wasn’t like this now. You appear to indulge her, but in reality, you’re pampering her, eventually turning her into a doll that just listens to you.”

“What’s more satisfying than personally shaping a woman into achievent?”

The calm analysis of Han Jifeng still echoes in his mind.

“To a man in a high position, even if power is an aphrodisiac, there cos a ti when he tires of it, and training a woman to please oneself is undoubtedly the best seasoning.”

At that ti, he put the teacup back and only said one thing: “There are many ways a woman can please a man. Those who only value her body will lose many precious pleasures of life.”

In other words, a man who understands the pleasures of life has not just a lustful eye, but also a discerning one, able to see through a woman’s body and appreciate her for it.

Han Jifeng understood his aning and did not continue to debate.

An ascender who justifies training as sothing proper, Han Jifeng couldn’t maintain the composure nor could he handle the tranquility like him.

Song Baiyan stands on the terrace; the cigarette in his hand is almost burnt out.

Training a person is easier said than done.

With a slight misstep, you may also lose your own soul.

The next morning, Tang Li’s cellphone rings.

Seeing the caller ID, she presses the answer button.

After a short silence from the receiver, cos the voice of Jiang Yiniing, struggling to restrain her emotions: “You knew from the start that the Winters father and son were fraudsters, didn’t you?”