Chapter 310: Chapter 310: Minister Song Isn’t Married Yet?

“Han Jifeng, Secretary to Xia Zhengguo?”

As they brushed past each other, Song Baiyan suddenly spoke, his voice low and resonant, exuding a warmth that could make one lower their guard.

Han Jifeng stopped in his tracks, casting a glance his way.

— What met him was Song Baiyan’s generous gaze.

The look Song Baiyan gave him carried a touch of sincerity, as if it was as vast and boundless as the skies: “I didn’t expect to meet the man himself here tonight.”

These words weren’t meant to mock him, but instead seemed to hold him in high regard.

Han Jifeng nodded and then said, “I’ve always admired Minister Song. When I saw you just now, I wasn’t sure how to greet you properly. If there was any disrespect, I hope the Minister forgives me.”

His admiration for Song Baiyan was genuine and not just polite flattery.

No matter if Han Jifeng wanted to admit it or not, in those bizarre and fantastic dreams, he nearly lived out his second half of life. In his political career, his views were more or less influenced by Song Baiyan.

Even though by that time, Song Baiyan had been deceased for many years.

After Song Baiyan was elected President, he continued to push new policies for healthcare reform and judicial system reform. In counter-terrorism, he was one of the few hard-liners among the Presidents. As such, after Song Baiyan’s death, opinions about him were divided.

In the Oval Hall, his Excellency’s words still echoed in his ears, “Unless there’s an unexpected turn, our Minister Song will win the election. When that happens, I will recommend you to him, as many of your views coincidentally align with his.”

Han Jifeng went downstairs, and Cheng Ying was responsible for seeing him off.

Inside the elevator, Han Jifeng asked, “Has Minister Song not married yet?”

“The encyclopedia lists him as single,” Cheng Ying replied. “I’m not too clear on the details, but indeed, I haven’t heard anyone mention this aspect. I once heard that the Minister seems to be a Buddhist. He built Yunqi Villa because he saw the mountains and rivers there as possessing Buddhist nature.”

Han Jifeng did not continue the conversation.

He didn’t believe a person like Song Baiyan was a Buddhist.

Even though Song Baiyan seemed rather amiable, if what he dreamed about—the series of thunderous methods Song Baiyan employed in counter-terrorism—was true, then Song Baiyan was definitely not of a meek character.

If Song Baiyan truly was a Buddhist, he would not be here at Tan Palace right now, nor would he be running for election.

Sometimes, being a Buddhist was just a veil to hide one’s ambition for power.

Sitting in the car, Han Jifeng held the steering wheel but didn’t start the vehicle.

His gaze was fixed on the main building of Tan Palace.

In the instant he saw Song Baiyan, aside from recalling his political achievements, what surfaced more in his mind was the scene deeply etched in his memory—

“Lai Yuaner, at the age of 32, sat cross-legged on the balcony, revealing that he was implicated in Xia Zhengguo’s case. It was Tang Li who pleaded with Song Baiyan to let him off the hook completely.”

At the entrance of the Oval Hall, he recognized the man behind Song Baiyan.

— It was the Lieutenant Colonel from his dreams who took the files to the interrogation room to talk to him.

The day after the other party left, he was released and reinstated to his post.

Just like proving Xia Zhengguo’s bribery case.

Now, another of his dreams had been confirmed.

Han Jifeng leaned back against the car seat, pondering over these dreams. If he didn’t change anything, life would clearly unfold as it had in those dreams. Did it also mean that the girl named Tang Li was destined to be his wife?

Tang Li returned to Mihesha Riverbank with the film crew, feeling the emotions of revisiting old grounds. She hadn’t truly left for only two years—in fact, including her past life, she had been away from this place for a full eleven years.

On the fifth day of the shoot, the crew welcomed an unexpected visitor.

When Tang Li was told to see someone, she was sitting with Wu Xuehan and others on the logs by the river, drinking water.