Rebirth: I Became Mr.President's Beloved-Chapter 986

The driver took the Corgi back to Tan Palace first, and arranged to pick up Song Jingtian at eight in the evening.

At this moment, the Lai family’s nanny was still preparing dinner.

Tang Li entered the kitchen, asked for two additional dishes, and then led Song Jingtian upstairs.

It was the little guy’s first visit to the Lai family, and everything seemed novel to him. He stepped into Tang Li’s pair of pink cotton slippers, and each time he climbed a step, the bunny on the slipper’s surface playfully twitched its long ears.

Tang Li’s bedroom was once a guest room of the Lai family.

The wallpaper and furniture were arranged quite conventionally, lacking the warmth that a girl’s room should have.

Tang Li hung her sun-protective jacket and cap on the floor-standing coat rack, while Song Jingtian had already settled himself, planting his little backside on the edge of the bed, and started looking around: "Why is your room so empty?"

The little guy looked disgusted: "There’s nothing in here except a desk."

"Want some water?" Tang Li took a bottle of purified water from the desk.

Song Jingtian took the bottle, and seeing Tang Li enter the bathroom to freshen up, he slid off the bed and followed her: "Is your sister back too?"

Tang Li turned on the faucet and glanced back at him: "Do you need something from her?"

"I’m not looking for her," the little guy said, licking his upper lip, "I’m just asking casually."

Just now, passing by the garage, Tang Li spotted Lai Yuaner’s white supercar.

—Ouyang Qian and her daughter had arrived home a step earlier than her.

While Tang Li was applying cleansing lotion to her face, Song Jingtian waited by the door, and when she was about to wash her face, the little guy spoke again, his tone somewhat melancholic: "This room is less than ten square meters, how can it accommodate a child in the future."

"..." Tang Li retorted, "When did I say I’d be raising a child here?"

"Didn’t big brother say you’re planning to have a child in the next two years?"

Tang Li was surprised that Song Baiyan’s banquet table response to Xiao Minglan was remembered by Song Jingtian.

The little guy, noting her lack of denial, placed both hands holding the water bottle behind his back, standing a bit straighter: "You need to film, and big brother often goes on field investigations abroad for visits, and mother is old; when your child with big brother is born, won’t I have to take care of him/her?"

"..."

Tang Li could hardly imagine that scenario.

Yet, even if she didn’t want to, the image automatically formed in her mind—

Eight-year-old Song Jingtian with a three-to-four-month-old baby strapped to his chest, either humming a tune or changing diapers, busily overwhelmed. Near feeding time, he deliberately adds a few extra scoops to the milk bottle due to its irresistible smell, and ends up drinking most of the bottle himself while feeding the baby.

"I’ve found quite a few early education institutions online these days."

Song Jingtian continued, "I inquired over the phone; among them, one institution is particularly humane, allowing appointments five years in advance. I’ve already registered; by six months, the child can go directly there."

Tang Li, with her face full of foam, forgot to wash: "...Are you sure a six-month-old can comprehend early education?"

"Why wouldn’t he/she?" The little guy glared, as though hearing an incredibly silly question: "I’m in second grade and already able to understand fifth-grade essays; at six months, he/she will surely learn what the nursery teacher teaches."

Seeing the would-be mother inattentive, Song Jingtian lamented: "The competition in education is so fierce now; you can’t let the child be left behind at the starting line!"

The words sounded familiar to Tang Li.

She turned off the faucet and seriously examined the little guy.

A few seconds later, Tang Li spoke: "Song Jingtian, have you been swindled?"

Song Jingtian: "!!!"