Capítulo 891: Chapter 891: Do You Trust Him That Much?
“When Song Jingtian was born, Song Baiyan’s father had already passed away, and his mother was over sixty. How many won at that age still have the ability to bear children?”
Han Jifeng watched Tang Li’s reaction, initially thinking that upon learning about Kang Yunxi’s existence, including Song Jingtian’s background, even if she wasn’t shocked, she would at least show so confusion. In fact—
Tang Li’s reaction was calm, not because she already knew, but more like a sign of trust.
—Trust in Song Baiyan.
Han Jifeng’s eyes darkened, yet he still asked, “Do you trust him that much?”
“Because I know that if Song Jingtian were his child, he wouldn’t hide it from .”
Saying this, Tang Li paused for a few seconds, “I’ve seen Song Baiyan from nine years ago. I’m not completely unaware of what he was like at that age. If he had been involved with Kang Yunxi and had a son, he would definitely take responsibility for both Kang Yunxi and the child.”
She wasn’t born yesterday, easily swayed by a few words from others.
Even if she had doubts about Song Jingtian’s background, she wouldn’t show it in front of Han Jifeng. Rather than getting “the truth” from him, she’d prefer to verify it with Song Baiyan.
Moreover, Tang Li had seen how Song Baiyan interacted with Song Jingtian many tis.
It wasn’t the intimate way between father and son.
“n all have so inherent flaws; the difference lies in self-control. So, don’t apply your way of thinking to others.” After all, not every man is like you…
Tang Li eventually spoke the last half of her sentence aloud.
Han Jifeng watched Tang Li turn away, fully understanding the implicit ssage in her words—
He had hurt Lai Shengxia that much; what right did he have now to judge another man?
Tang Li walked to the car, and Yuan Qin reopened the rear car door.
After getting in, Tang Li looked out the car window.
Han Jifeng stood not far away, a tiny ember flickering in and out between his fingers, it was a newly lit cigarette. The curling smoke was like the tangled thoughts in his heart, lingering incessantly.
In the nanny van, Tang Li withdrew her gaze.
Yuan Qin had also gotten in the car.
Recalling what Han Jifeng had said earlier, Tang Li nonchalantly started a conversation with Yuan Qin, “Soone quietly told that you were sent by soone to keep an eye on .”
“…” Yuan Qin.
“With skills as good as yours, it’s a pity you’re not in the Special Service Bureau.”
Yuan Qin replied, “I am quite satisfied with my current job. As for the skills Miss Tang ntioned, anyone who’s served in the army would know so combat techniques.”
Looking at Yuan Qin’s sharply defined profile, perhaps influenced by Han Jifeng, Tang Li noticed Yuan Qin resembled the Special Agent bodyguards surrounding Song Baiyan more and more.
However, since Yuan Qin didn’t admit it himself, Tang Li didn’t press further.
She took out her cellphone and sent Song Baiyan a ssage: “My bodyguard seems to be hiding sothing from .”
A few seconds later, Song Baiyan replied to her, “Is it sothing important?”
“Quite important,” Tang Li typed, deliberately sounding serious, “I think there might be soone behind him.”
Soon, a ssage ca through: “Isn’t the employer behind him your agency?”
Tang Li sent a [shaking head frantically] funny emoji.
Seeing the ssage, Song Baiyan couldn’t help but find it amusing.
Before he could reply, Tang Li had already looked towards the passenger seat and asked Yuan Qin, “What do you think of the President’s character?”
Yuan Qin: “…”
Since ancient tis, it has been taboo for subordinates to openly evaluate their superiors.
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