Chapter 309: Chapter 309: Song Baiyan vs. Han Jifeng

It was not the first time Song Baiyan had called, but it was the first time she hadn’t picked up his call.

Tang Li held the cellphone, hesitating whether to call back.

He had just returned to the Capital today, surely exhausted from the travel. If he was already resting, what should she do if her call woke him up?

In the end, Tang Li chose a compromise.

——Reply with a message.

[I was called into a meeting in the director’s room just now, and didn’t have my cellphone with me.]

Then she stood up to go to the bathroom, this time deliberately bringing her cellphone along.

Tang Li had just washed her face when the cellphone on the counter started vibrating.

Without bothering to grab a towel to dry her face, she wiped her hands on her shirt, pressed the answer button, then put the cellphone to her ear: “Hello?”

“Why such a hurry?”

On the other end of the phone, the man’s voice seemed to carry a smile.

Tang Li’s cheeks heated up: “I was indeed anxious, afraid I might miss the call again.”

The line went silent for five or six seconds.

Song Baiyan then asked, “Aren’t you planning on going to sleep?”

“I was washing my face.” Tang Li responded, and then asked, “What about you, haven’t you rested yet?”

Tan Palace, the corridor on the second floor of the main building.

Song Baiyan stood in front of the window, on the chilly deep winter night, the girl’s soft voice was like pearls scattering on the ground, falling one after another, not causing any disturbance, but instead lively and brisk. His one hand pocketed in his trousers, the other wearing a watch, was holding the cellphone that was in a call.

“It’s already 11 PM, didn’t you take a flight today?” Tang Li continued: “The last time I flew, it was quite uncomfortable. You should rest early, and also… our crew will be heading to Mihesha River the day after tomorrow, just letting you know ahead.”

At that moment, she suddenly paused: “Are you busy?”

Right after she asked, Tang Li heard faint voices from the other end of the phone, the term “Your Excellency” entered her ears, it seemed like someone was coming over to notify Song Baiyan.

Realizing this, Tang Li ended the topic: “You should be busy, I’m going to sleep.”

Saying that, she added a reminder: “Remember to rest early after finishing your work!”

After getting a response, she hung up the phone.

Looking up at the mirror, the corners of her mouth had already curved into a crescent moon.

Ji Ming stood beside Song Baiyan, waiting for Song Baiyan to put away his cellphone, then continued: “Secretary Cheng has arrived, Your Excellency is already waiting for you in the Oval Hall.”

Minutes later, Song Baiyan appeared at the entrance of the Oval Hall.

One of the President’s secretaries, Cheng Ying, saw Song Baiyan and turned to push open the wooden door, speaking respectfully: “Your Excellency has been mentioning the Finance Minister since the day before yesterday, just now heard that the Finance Minister has arrived, and soon concluded the meeting with Director Han.”

As the words fell, someone coincidentally came out.

Song Baiyan was undergoing a routine check, turning his head, he clearly saw the newcomer – a young man in his mid-twenties to late twenties, dressed in suit and leather shoes, with handsome features yet a hint of aloofness, especially those eyes, emotionless and deep, seemingly out of place for his age.

“Director Han.” Cheng Ying greeted.

Han Jifeng nodded and also saw Song Baiyan outside.

This was his first time seeing Song Baiyan in person.

Previously, it was always either on television, in newspapers and magazines, or, additionally, in the dreams he had for the past few months.

In the dreams, Song Baiyan was the succeeding President.

Now, Song Baiyan, looking slightly younger than in his dreams, came to meet Your Excellency wearing a black suit, yet without a tie, more casual compared to others in Tan Palace, and due to his significant authority, his gaze resembled that of a gentle look but actually seemed capable of piercing deep into others’ souls.