Mr.President, Let's Get a Divorce-Chapter 653 - 578 The Disappearing President

Wen Nian noticed her melancholic expression and gently patted her shoulder,

"Did he talk about anything else today, besides the Xuan Clan and Ryan Castle?"

"There were also matters related to Chinian."

Song Lili picked up the iced tea from the coffee table and offered it to Wen Nian’s lips.

After taking a sip, Wen Nian passed it back, and Song Lili took a drink from the cup before placing it back on the table,

"Tomorrow he and Chinian will be returning to their country, and he asked me to see them off."

Song Lili said this as she stood up, yawned, and stretched languidly, noticing the time and realizing she had slept right through dinner.

"Do you have any plans tomorrow? Want to come with me? After all, Chiluo and Chinian are our guests."

"You rest at home tomorrow; I’ll go send them off."

Wen Nian said, which made Song Lili pause for a moment, "Why not take me along?"

He too stood up and noticed a gesture from Wei Yuandong, then headed with Lili towards the dining room. On the way, he said,

"You’ve been tired enough lately, it’s all the same whether I go or you do."

Song Lili thought it made sense.

"And I can see that even if you went to send them off, it would only be out of courtesy."

Wen Nian chuckled.

Song Lili muttered, "Why would you say that, it sounds like I’m really impolite."

Wen Nian turned his head and sought a kiss from her,

"Forget about what Chiluo said today."

"..." Song Lili blinked, not understanding. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Wen Nian continued to smile gently and amiably, "Lili, let’s just cherish the present."

Song Lili pursed her lips slightly, and with those simple words from Wen Nian, she suddenly saw the light, "That’s right... we should just cherish now. What happened in past lives... doesn’t matter anymore."

"So it’s a bit of a hassle for you tomorrow, I’ll sleep in at home, don’t you disturb me."

Wen Nian nodded repeatedly,

"I promise not to disturb your sweet dreams."

When they reached the dining room, Wen Xun was carrying Wen Qichen over, muttering along the way,

"Little troublemaker, only your little uncle loves you. When you grow up, you must be good to your little uncle, okay?"

"..."

"..."

Song Lili and Wen Nian exchanged glances and suddenly burst out laughing,

"Xiao Xun, what are you muttering about?"

"Sis, I’m building a close relationship with little troublemaker here."

Wen Xun sat down at the dining table, and the nanny took little troublemaker, while Wei Yuandong just warmed up the milk and carefully handed it to the nanny.

The nanny took it and thanked him with a nod.

Wei Yuandong immediately dropped his gaze, looking simple and shy.

These small exchanges between the two were noticed by Song Lili and Wen Nian.

"Sis, bro, is the Seventh Princess really going back to her country?"

Wen Xun casually asked.

"What’s the matter? Can’t bear to see her go?"

Song Lili ladled a bowl of soup for Wen Xun.

"Umm... I just feel it’s a pity not to say goodbye."

The little guy sounded like a miniature adult.

"If you regret it, go with your Brother Nian tomorrow to see them off."

Song Lili suggested, then looked at Wen Nian.

Wen Nian had no objections and nodded, "That’s fine."

Wen Xun hadn’t left the President Mansion in a long time, so he immediately agreed, "That would be great!"

"I didn’t know you were so attached to the Seventh Princess."

"Even though the Princess didn’t marry Brother Zhongli, she’s still our guest, after all."

"With that said, we can leave all future guest entertainment to Xiao Xun then."

The ten-year-old boy "hehehe" chuckled.

There was harmony around the dinner table.

Song Lili sat amidst it all, and at that moment, everything suddenly seemed so unreal.

"Eat some more."

Noticing her distracted state, Wen Nian offered her some more food.

Song Lili returned to the moment with a smile, but in that instant, the image of Wen Nian she saw shifted... his chin sprouted a bluish stubble, his expression heavy, aged before his time.

Startled, her expression changed.

"Sis?"

Wen Xun, sitting opposite her, noticed Song Lili’s odd reaction and called out to her.

Song Lili snapped back to reality, her gaze fixed on Wen Nian, who was once again his current self, young and handsome, composed and serene.

"Why are you looking at Brother Nian like you’ve seen a ghost?"

"..." Wen Xun’s comparison wasn’t quite appropriate.

Wen Nian met Song Lili’s look of fright and surprise, his brows furrowed for a moment, "What’s the matter?"

"No, nothing."

Song Lili hurriedly responded.

She lowered her head to eat, not saying anything further.

Wen Nian watched her a little longer before continuing his meal.

Later in the evening, after Song Lili had taken her bath, she also gave little troublemaker a fragrant bath and held her as she applied moisturizing lotion.

Wen Nian came out of the bathroom and sat down next to Song Lili,

"What happened during dinner just now?"

As Song Lili gently patted little troublemaker’s back to coax her to sleep, she glanced at Wen Nian...

"Xiao Xun said you looked like you had seen a ghost. You didn’t really see one, did you?"

Wen Nian teased.

Leaning against the headboard, Song Lili looked at Wen Nian. After being back together for such a long time, she was already used to speaking her mind to Wen Nian about anything.

Because she no longer had any secrets from Wen Nian, so...

Even if it was something preposterous, or even something that might cause discomfort to Wen Nian, she spoke frankly,

"I think I saw you."

"...What?"

"Your past life."

"..." Wen Nian’s expression did indeed freeze for a moment.

"You told me not to think about Chiluo anymore, and indeed I haven’t, but... just now, while eating, I felt a bit dazed out of the blue."

Song Lili murmured.

Her hand still gently patted the little troublemaker’s back, she seemed a bit absent-minded and melancholic.

Wen Nian climbed onto the bed, he took the little troublemaker from Song Lili’s hands.

Song Lili looked at Wen Nian’s expressionless face,

"Are you... a bit angry?"

"No. You said you saw... what was I like?"

Wen Nian asked casually, he took his phone with one hand, played some music, and then tossed the phone aside.

The music, rhythmic and soothing, slightly alleviated the heavy atmosphere.

Song Lili lifted her lips slightly, she leaned forward to hug Wen Nian’s waist, resting on his lap, facing his abdomen,

"Do you really want to hear?"

"...Mm."

"Your chin was covered with blue stubble, looking a bit bedraggled and despondent, nothing like your usual spirited, vibrant, and extraordinary demeanor."

"..."

"Your eyelids drooping, you sat alone at the dining table eating, holding a bowl with only white rice in it..."

"..."

"You seemed very sad... and I don’t know... what you were sad about..."

Song Lili murmured, the slight curve of her mouth drooping from an upward to a downward arc.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in her chest.

With the heartache came a shiver through her body.

Wen Nian looked down, his gaze falling on her puzzled brows.

Whether she truly saw his past self or it was just a fleeting illusion, Wen Nian didn’t know.

But what Wen Nian did know was that Chiluo’s words today had indeed had a significant impact on Song Lili.

"Ali, if you truly had a chance to see your past life, would you look?"

"..."

Song Lili opened her eyes.

Wen Nian, who was holding Wen Qichen in his arms, had already fallen asleep, he placed the little girl back into her cradle.

Then he came back to embrace Song Lili in his arms,

"I never thought... that I would one day see what happened in a past life. But if there’s such an opportunity, I would really like to see it."

Song Lili said very firmly.

"What do you want to see?"

Wen Nian asked.

"I want to know exactly how I was killed, what happened to Song Xiangqiao in the end, and to find out if you ever... betrayed me."

"So even till today, you’re still hung up on things from your past life."

"If there’s such a chance, how could I miss it?"

Song Lili tilted her head up and kissed Wen Nian,

"After all... for me, those thirty-three years were also a lifetime. If it were you, you’d surely want to see for yourself."

Wen Nian shook his head,

"If it were me, I wouldn’t look."

"..."

Song Lili was startled for a moment, Wen Nian lowered his head, his amber eyes meeting hers.

"Why?"

Just after Song Lili asked, Wen Nian’s lips sealed hers, she wanted to ask more, but Wen Nian didn’t give her the chance, holding her tight, and after the kiss, he had no intention of letting her go.

"Mmm..."

She pushed against his chest, unable to push him away before Wen Nian flipped over, pinning her beneath him.

The room was flushed with the hue of evening.

A man tinged with jealousy punishing his beloved.

The woman, tossed and turned, was both delighted and inexplicably moved.

The past life... after all, was not a pleasant subject.

Even afterward, she no longer voiced the so-called "why."

She already had a rough answer in her heart.

For Wen Nian in this life, she was now his only Lili.

But in her thirty-eight years of memories, Wen Nian wasn’t the only Wen Nian.

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The next day, Song Lili slept for a long time, not out of laziness, but truly because she was worn out by Wen Nian’s antics throughout the night.

When she awoke, the sun was already high in the sky.

Wen Nian had gotten up and taken the little troublemaker out, so even the little troublemaker’s early-morning feed didn’t disturb Song Lili’s sleep.

She glanced at the time, thinking that Wen Nian should have gone to the airport by now.

After getting up and freshening up, Song Lili picked up her phone intending to call Wen Nian, but the call didn’t go through.

Song Lili didn’t think much of it and sent Wen Nian a text message—Did you send Chiluo and Chinian on the plane?

Song Lili wasn’t in a rush to receive a reply, but hardly had she put the phone down and turned around, a call came in.

Song Lili thought it was Wen Nian calling, but when she looked at the incoming caller ID, she discovered it was an unfamiliar number.

She answered the call,

"Hello?"

The voice on the other end had been altered by a voice changer, sharp and eerie,

"If you want to see the President, come to Anlin Z District Bay Pier now. You have thirty minutes. Don’t be late."

"..."