Sweet Darling Wife: Just Kiss Me Goodbye, Mr. President! - Chapter 27

Chapter 27: Mr. Song Is a Buddhist

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Ji Ming handed her the file that was shaped like a brick when he spoke to her. 

Tang Li did not take the heavy file.

She was in doubt. Then, she looked up at Ji Ming. 

Ji Ming swiftly gave his explanation. “Mr. Song got to learn that Miss Tang has yet to pay this year’s sponsorship fee. So, he has asked me to get fifty thousand dollars from the bank for you to help you resolve your emergency.” 

Ji Ming spoke again when he found that Tang Li seemed to still be in doubt. “I don’t know anything else. I can’t ask Mr. Song what he wants to do. It’s not what I’m entitled to.”

Tang Li did not reject his help.

She got the file from him. Then, she asked again, “Does Mr. Song has the habit of doing charity?”

Ji Ming was slightly stunned. Then, he replied, “Mr. Song is a Buddhist.”

The underlying meaning was that Mr. Song was indeed a kind person. 

But, how could he be appointed as the minister of the Financial Department so soon when he was so young? It seemed unlikely that he was an honest man without any desire.

Tang Li did not voice out her doubts.

The pursue of power reflected humans’ desire. 

Ji Ming went straight to where Song Boyan lived after he had left school. Song Boyan was living alone in Yun Qi Villa. 

It was located on the outskirts of the capital in Feng Yun Mountain. It was a place with good Feng Shui too. It was rumored that this place was once the palace of an emperor in the past and was filled with the aura of dragons. The villa was built five years ago and the garden was quite large. Even the Feng Shui master approved of the garden as a place that was superior and grand. 

Since it was a private villa and the master was a prestigious person, the security system was rather strict. 

Ji Ming stopped the car at the foot of the mountain. The enormous black iron door opened slowly. 

The winding cement road was hidden in the mountain. There were tall green pines along the road and one could see some violet tilias1 appearing from among the rocks. It was the beginning of the autumn season now. The trees and flowers were growing in abundance. It was indeed a breathtaking scene. 

The stream outside the garden flowed ceaselessly. It was the scent of the spring. 

Ji Ming went directly to the pond behind the mountain after he got out of the car. 

He soon saw Song Boyan who was taking a stroll along the pond after he passed by the garden. 

The pond shimmered under the sunlight. Suddenly, the man stopped walking and looked up into the wide blue sky with his hands behind his back. 

He turned around when he heard some sounds behind him.

Ji Ming informed him directly of his errand before Song Boyan asked him about it. “I’ve passed the money to Miss Tang.”

“Did she ask you anything?”

Ji Ming replied after a pause, “Miss Tang asked whether you’re used to doing charity?”

Song Boyan burst into laughter when he heard that.

“Did she ask you anything else?”

“No.”

Song Boyan kept on walking with Ji Ming close behind him.

After a short while, Song Boyan said to him in his deep voice, “Later, I need you to return to the Finance Department and cancel the afternoon meeting for me. Just tell them that I’m not feeling well.”

Ji Ming nodded.　　

He could not help but ask Song Boyan a question because he was filled with so many doubts now. “Have you met Miss Tang before?”

“We met once a few years back in Dian Nan.”

Song Boyan replied after a long while.

Ji Ming never thought that Mr. Song would tell him the truth.

Song Boyan was now standing next to the pond. He started reminiscing about the past. She was much more pitiful than last night back then. He might not have even recognized her if he did not know who her father was when they met each other again on the balcony last night. 

She was a slim but smart girl back then. Now, she had grown up but still he could see her feature from before. 

It happened eight years ago. Song Boyan still remembered that incident quite vividly. He was shot. When he had woken up and regained his consciousness, he saw a girl in a ponytail in front of him. She was covering his mouth with her dirty hands. Suddenly, they heard footsteps outside. She became very nervous and was soaked in cold sweats. She did not run away on her own. Instead, she whispered in his ears, “Don’t talk. I won’t suffocate you!”