Rebirth: I Became Mr.President’s Beloved

Chapter 1268: Song Xiaohua’s Hatching Chronicles [14]

Upon learning that the baby was fine, Tang Li finally felt completely relieved.

As the president of Country S, Song Baiyan had twenty days of vacation a year, so at the end of May, when the summer heat began, the family moved temporarily to Yunqi Villa.

As the due date approached, Tang Li’s belly grew larger and larger.

The morning sickness that hadn’t appeared in the first three months finally arrived late.

What could be more uncomfortable than constantly retching with a big belly?

Tang Li’s answer was nothing.

She wasn’t just nauseous during the day; she also had "extra rounds" late at night.

Sometimes, when she was sound asleep, a sudden dryness and itchiness in her throat would be followed by a wave of nausea.

After several nights of such torment, Tang Li suggested sleeping in separate rooms.

This suggestion, of course, was not accepted.

"But this will affect your rest." The most important point was that Song Baiyan never slept in; regardless of how late he stayed up, he would always get up by seven the next morning.

Tang Li had to consider Song Baiyan’s health.

Even though the minimally invasive surgery was successful and six months had passed without signs of recurrence, she believed that even if the tumor was removed, it was still important to maintain good health daily.

"If you don’t sleep well, headaches will affect your work."

Even though Tang Li’s reasons were convincing, they didn’t move Song Baiyan at all: "With such a big belly, sleeping alone and getting up at night would be inconvenient."

Tang Li said, "Then I won’t get out of bed; I’ll put a spittoon on the bedside table."

When she needed to vomit, she could easily reach for it.

Even though her argument had been highly persuasive, enough to agree to an amniocentesis, it still didn’t make him relent now.

Song Baiyan’s explanation was — in the dark, reaching for the spittoon, if by chance it fell to the ground, who would bear the consequence?

It certainly couldn’t be the spittoon.

"Besides, pregnancy isn’t just your responsibility." Song Baiyan caressed her belly, "Having a child is something a couple does together, and leaving all the discomforts of pregnancy to you is already a blessing for me from above; I shouldn’t take it for granted."

The sigh at the end of his words made Tang Li stop being insistent.

She snuggled into Song Baiyan’s embrace.

Then, she looked up: "I would like to plant strawberries at the villa; is that okay?"

Afraid the master of the villa would refuse, Tang Li added, "I’ve already picked the spot, in the corner to the east, and I’ll ask Uncle Tan to find someone to cultivate the land; I’ll only be responsible for planning and selecting the seeds."

Since it was just planting fruit, Song Baiyan had no reason not to allow it.

Until the next afternoon, when Uncle Tan knocked on the study door, hesitating to speak: "Sir, madam has torn down the eastern wall of the villa."

Song Baiyan arrived at the scene of the demolished wall to find that the villa’s gardening workers were now also mixing cement part-time.

As for the eastern wall —

It had indeed been dismantled into a pile of bricks.

Tang Li, holding a measuring tape, was gesturing with a worker by the wall, when she noticed Song Baiyan.

She immediately came over, not forgetting to share her plan with Song Baiyan: "I plan to make a small door here; it might come in handy in the future. There’s a forest outside, so I’m not worried about thieves."

Song Baiyan said, "Since this corner has been given to you, it’s up to you how to modify it."

His words were as if they were a royal decree.

He wouldn’t interfere with her design.

Tang Li reciprocated, "I knew my husband is the most reasonable husband in the world."

Flattery always works.

Song Baiyan chuckled, adjusted her safety helmet: "If next year’s strawberries are as sweet as your little mouth, it won’t be a waste of your efforts."

"It’s the year after." Tang Li explained: "Strawberry cultivation has a three-year cycle, with low yield in the first year and improvement in the second year."

Seeing her speak knowledgeably, clearly having done some research, Song Baiyan followed her lead, his eyes revealing amusement: "Then I’ll wait for the strawberries to bloom and bear fruit the year after next."

With Song Baiyan’s instruction, Tang Li clearly felt the workers become more enthusiastic.

However, the atmosphere became odd.

Tang Li started to usher him away: "Come back when the door is installed; I’ll invite you to visit then."

Song Baiyan left, but Uncle Tan stayed behind.

Before leaving, Song Baiyan told Uncle Tan: "Take good care of madam, don’t let her get hurt."

Tang Li’s strawberry garden was completed two days later.

That day, as Song Jingtian returned from school, he brought a nearly melted chocolate sundae to Tang Li: "Want some?"

All afternoon, Tang Li had been overseeing the aftermath in the backyard.

By now, she was inevitably thirsty.

"I asked the store clerk, and he said the ingredients are pure milk, fresh cream, eggs, and white sugar, with four drops of vanilla extract."

Meaning, pregnant women could eat it.

Tang Li was about to take the sundae when Uncle Tan appeared between her and Song Jingtian: "Madam’s digestive system is weak lately; it’s better not to eat cold food."

"Just one bite then." The little fellow scooped a spoonful of ice cream and brought it to Tang Li’s mouth.

He could tell Tang Li wanted to eat it.

Now Tang Li was the precious one of the Old Song’s family, she wouldn’t be spoiled.

So, he suggested: "You can hold it in your mouth first and swallow it once it’s not cold."

It was a good idea.

Tang Li opened her mouth and held the spoonful of ice cream in.

... It was indeed delicious.

She couldn’t help but look at the little fellow: "Another spoon."

Uncle Tan: "..."

Ice cream is addictive.

After eating it that day, Tang Li felt fine. The next afternoon, after waking from her nap, she wandered around inside the house, eventually heading to the kitchen.

When the servants weren’t around, she quickly opened the lower part of the refrigerator.

But it left her disappointed.

There was no ice cream in the fridge.

Not even a single popsicle.

Something was wrong...

A few days ago, she’d seen Song Jingtian with a raisin popsicle coming out of the kitchen.

Tang Li opened the upper compartment and found that even the cheese sticks were gone.

Song Jingtian couldn’t have eaten so much.

Just then, a servant came in with a basket of vegetables. Tang Li asked, "Where did all the popsicles go?"

"This morning, Housekeeper Tan gave one to each of us, and we finished them all."

Tang Li: "..."

Tang Li closed the refrigerator door, making sure to remind, "Buy some popsicles again tomorrow, Second Master loves them."

Back in the bedroom, Tang Li messaged Song Jingtian.

The little fellow quickly replied with an OK.

However, when Song Jingtian got home, Tang Li didn’t get her strawberry sundae.

"Did you forget to buy it?"

"It was Special Agent He’s fault."

The little fellow started venting: "He wouldn’t let me buy it, saying I’m changing my teeth and should eat less sugary food, and he even threatened the store clerk not to sell me any."

He couldn’t tell He Wei it was Tang Li who wanted to eat the sundae.

Tang Li immediately understood.

It was probably not just He Wei forbidding the little fellow to buy it.

The fridge full of popsicles, without surprise, was also cleared on Song Baiyan’s orders.

The fact that she ate the sundae yesterday, Uncle Tan probably reported truthfully.

Song Baiyan might not mention it, but that didn’t mean he condoned it. Just one night later, they were immediately punished, and it wasn’t even a direct punishment; it just stopped all their access to ice cream.

"Do you really want to eat ice cream?" Song Jingtian asked again.

If Tang Li really wanted it and couldn’t buy it, he’d have to make it himself.

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Today, I attended a banquet and came back late.

Good night!