Rebirth: I Became Mr.President’s Beloved
Chapter 489: 489: Draping His Suit Jacket Over Her
Chapter 489: Chapter 489: Draping His Suit Jacket Over Her
Around 10 p.m. that night, the official blog of “Phoenix Concubine” released a statement saying that the staff member responsible for the blog had responded to netizens’ comments without understanding the situation, causing trouble for the production crew and actors. It also claimed that Tang Li’s withdrawal from the shoot was an internal issue of the production team.
Even so, the criticism against Tang Li did not subside.
Many netizens speculated that Tang Li and the “Phoenix Concubine” team must have had a complete fallout, and Tang Li’s agent also told reporters that they reserved the right to pursue legal responsibilities against the team for fabricating facts. Regardless of the truth, it was clear that the “Phoenix Concubine” team compromised first.
Tang Li ignored the true and false rumors online, and after washing up, she sat cross-legged on the bed, hesitated for a moment, and still sent a text message to Song Baiyan, telling him that she had returned to the Capital from Lishan ahead of schedule.
As for the reason, she only mentioned it briefly.
Compared to Song Baiyan’s busy official duties, the setbacks she faced in the entertainment industry were minor, and Tang Li did not want to elaborate on them to him, as they were not insurmountable problems.
Not long after sending the message, she received a call back from Song Baiyan.
The next day, Tang Li got up early, opened the wardrobe, picked out suitable jeans and a shirt, and tied her long hair up in front of the mirror with a hair tie.
She glanced at Wu Xuehan and Yu Sui, who were soundly asleep in the bunk beds opposite her, and carefully pulled out a chair to sit at the desk. She opened her makeup bag, took out primer and foundation, began to apply them to her face, and finally set the makeup with a powder compact.
Not wanting to be noticed by Wu Xuehan and others, Tang Li did not apply lipstick in the dormitory.
She hid a TF lipstick in the inner compartment of her small bag.
At 9:30 a.m., Yu Sui woke up, yawned, and climbed down from the upper bunk, wearing pink bunny pajamas. She unexpectedly saw Tang Li sitting there and got startled.
“Why are you up so early?” Yu Sui’s eyes shifted as she spoke, “You’re not… thinking too much about being fired by the production team, and didn’t sleep all night, right?”
Tang Li didn’t want her to notice the makeup, so she lowered her head and casually flipped open an acting book. “I got used to waking up early while filming, and can’t change my routine suddenly.”
Yu Sui responded with an “Oh,” and turned to go to the bathroom.
Soon after, Tang Li heard prolonged detox sounds coming from behind her and subconsciously turned her head, seeing Wu Xuehan’s head poking out from the thin quilt, her eyes bleary, “It stinks…”
She closed her eyes again, shaking the quilt with both hands, and then turned over to continue sleeping.
Tang Li: “…”
At noon, Tang Li made an excuse to go out.
A black sedan was already parked by the roadside outside Wentan Garden.
Tang Li was heading to Fuyuan.
After getting out of the car, she was led through the back door into Fuyuan and went upstairs to a private room in Bamboo Garden.
Tang Li found that Song Baiyan had not arrived yet. She took a turn around the private room and then sat on the sofa, watching the waiter make her tea.
When the waiter went into the small kitchen, Tang Li shifted to a more comfortable position.
—She propped her legs up on the footrest.
Because she had gotten up too early, Tang Li felt a bit sleepy and simply closed her eyes for a nap.
The waiter opened the door to the private room, and when Song Baiyan entered, he saw Tang Li curled up on the sofa, her head tilted, with a small bag tucked in her arms, sleeping soundly.
Song Baiyan raised his hand to stop the waiter, who was about to speak, and signaled the others to leave first. He then walked up to the sofa, staring at her peaceful face for a moment, then took off his suit jacket and draped it over her.
In mid-May, the air conditioning in the private room was set to a moderate temperature, which was quite comfortable for sleeping, but ultimately, a thin blanket was still missing.