Mr.President, Let's Get a Divorce
Chapter 329 - 332 He was preoccupied with the matter and she could not escape that night.

Chapter 329: 332 He was preoccupied with the matter and she could not escape that night.

Tang Xiaohua turned her head and saw that the person patting her shoulder was none other than Luo Haiyong, the Commander of the Navy Corps.

"Commander!"

During the presidential election, quite a number of important officials had all made an appearance.

Seeing Luo Haiyong didn’t surprise her; what she hadn’t expected was that the Commander would specifically come over to greet her.

"Xiao Hua, are you getting used to the President Mansion?"

Tang Xiaohua hastily replied, "Life at the President Mansion is much more comfortable than at the Navy Corps."

"Ha-ha-ha! I knew you were doing well—the earthquake incident and the one at Great Bright Light Cinema before that. You’ve done an excellent job protecting the President."

"Thank you for your praise, Commander!"

Luo Haiyong patted her shoulder and sighed.

"Commander...?"

"Everyone says His Excellency holds you in high regard... Once your four-month duty as the President’s Guard is over, you probably don’t want to return to the Corps, right?"

Tang Xiaohua’s expression tensed, and she quickly responded, "Commander, you’ve got it wrong."

"Oh?"

"When my duty to the President for four months ends, Commander Lu wants me to return to Xilin. Of course, I am also willing to return to the Navy Corps."

"You... want to go back?"

"Of course, I still have a long way to go and need more training," Tang Xiaohua said earnestly.

Luo Haiyong looked deeply into Tang Xiaohua’s eyes, then patted her shoulder again. "Stay at the President Mansion then, but if you don’t want to stay there, I won’t hand you over to Commander Lu, shh..."

Tang Xiaohua touched her nose and smiled.

She watched Luo Haiyong sit back down in his seat.

While she still stood at her post.

Only one-quarter of the four-month term as the President’s Guard was left.

These past few days, Wen Nian was busy with the last round of campaign speeches, staying up late to prepare, and they hadn’t even had time to speak beyond a hurried dinner.

Yet, even just during these few days, Tang Xiaohua could clearly feel that sometimes Wen Nian was teaching her—teaching her how to be a President.

Tang Xiaohua knew that staying by his side might allow her to learn a lot of direct things, but... she always felt it was too soon.

Moreover, she was clearer in her heart that if she stayed by his side indefinitely, she would quickly lose her vigilance; her sense of dependence would gradually increase.

Knowing her own weaknesses, she was even more unlikely to let them develop unchecked in this life.

However, she hadn’t mentioned these thoughts to Wen Nian yet.

Brother Lu previously said he would take her to Xilin, but... after that dinner, she felt too embarrassed to continue being Lu Ziqing’s right-hand man.

So the words Luo Haiyong had said to her were undoubtedly reassuring for Tang Xiaohua.

At least she could still return to the Navy Corps.

Her heart leaped with joy...

After three rounds of elections, the electors cast their votes.

...

Three days later, the results of the electoral representative vote came out; Wen Nian won nearly two hundred more votes than Zhuo Ting, securing his re-election as President.

Before the inauguration ceremony, Wen Nian took two days to accompany Tang Xiaohua to pay tribute to her mother, Xin Xiaolan.

It was a hilltop about five kilometers from the Ruicheng Military District, the Ruicheng Peace Cemetery.

This was Tang Xiaohua’s first visit to her mother Xin Xiaolan’s grave since her rebirth.

In past years, she had either been on a mission or too far from Ruicheng, and year after year went by, but this year she finally made it, although it was still two days late.

Wen Nian wore a black suit, took off his sunglasses, and placed the flowers and fruits in front of the tombstone.

Most of the time, Wen Nian was a man of few words, but in front of her and her mother, he was quite talkative.

"Auntie, Xiaonian is here to see you. This year... is with Xiao Li."

Tang Xiaohua said doubtfully,

"You also... came in previous years?"

Wen Nian crouched down, took out a little trowel from her bag, and squatted there, adeptly scraping the grass off the grave mound,

"With such a filial daughter like you, surely we can’t have a son-in-law who’s not filial either?"

"Don’t talk nonsense in front of my mom."

Tang Xiaohua muttered, also grabbing a trowel to start weeding.

The photo on the gravestone was a bit old; she unconsciously reached out to touch it,

"I wonder if Dad comes to visit you once a year..."

When Wen Nian mentioned Song Jiayu, she actually wanted to ask her, "Do you plan to keep Uncle Song in the dark forever?"

"I think he’s doing quite well now, when he gives his campaign speeches, from afar I can see him and Miu Lerong, and over the years, the two of them have been living harmoniously. Although I don’t like that mother and daughter... that is his family."

She sighed softly, looking up at her mother, the person in the photo... looked so much like herself...

"You always say I laugh just like my mom... as I grow older, will I look more and more like her?"

"Being as beautiful and gentle as Auntie, isn’t that great?"

She sat cross-legged in front of the gravestone, twirling the wildflowers and grasses around her, chatting with her mother like an old friend...

Wen Nian initially listened by her side, but then he walked away, leaving her the space.

"Mom, could it be that just like me, although you’ve died in this world, you were reborn in another parallel universe... If that’s the case, would you still fall in love with Dad..."

She asked in a murmur, knowing... her mother wouldn’t give her an answer.

Looking up, Wen Nian’s figure had walked far away; he stood at the top of the hill, seemingly admiring the view.

"In these four years... only these few days have I truly felt relaxed and comfortable. Many things I didn’t understand before now seem clear. By the way, do you know our country has a place called Ryan Castle?"

"Not long ago, Wen Nian invited a witch from Ryan Castle, that witch... said I was a Goddess, one who could bring good fortune to others, help others achieve their dreams and aspirations, haha... Mom, are you secretly laughing at me, thinking I’m telling tall tales?"

"That witch said... I have a demon in my heart. But she didn’t tell me what a heart demon is, how to get rid of it. She always spoke in halves, which made me very frustrated."

Tang Xiaohua scratched her head, telling Xin Xiaolan about the things that happened over the years...

The sun set in the west, the dying light as gorgeous as spilt blood.

Wen Nian came over to her, extending his hand, "It’s getting late. Let’s go."

Tang Xiaohua looked at Wen Nian’s hand, took it, and the two of them said goodbye to Xin Xiaolan.

...

Wen Nian brought her to Ruicheng and nobody else knew. The affairs of the President Mansion were left to Qu Yu and Zhuo Ting.

The place they stayed at night was a secluded villa in the mountains, Wen Nian’s private residence.

She was naturally aware of this.

From the front yard, one could see the calm and tranquil mountain creek waterfall, while the backyard was planted with a large swath of bellflowers, and it was just the season for them to bloom.

After showering, Xiao Hua wore a set of black silk pajamas; she couldn’t remember how long it had been since she last wore such fine pajamas.

Sitting cross-legged on a recliner, she dried her hair, the unique lantern in the yard casting a soft red glow, making the red bellflowers in the yard all the more enchanting and seductive.

She was a born and bred Ruicheng local, and although Wen Nian was not from Ruicheng, he had lived there for more than a decade.

This city, for Lili, meant hometown; for Wen Nian, it meant Song Lili.

Wen Nian, wearing a similar style of pajamas, found Tang Xiaohua’s figure. He walked barefoot on the wooden floor to her, taking the towel from her hand to dry her hair,

"Do you like it?"

"...I like it."

"Shall we come here often from now on?"

He bent down, his lips pressing against the nape of her neck, the air already turning sultry...

Tang Xiaohua knew he had been considering this matter, so when she learned the trip to Ruicheng included two days, she understood...

Tonight, she couldn’t escape.

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