The dance floor was crowded, everyone dancing to their own rhythm, so naturally, no one noticed the minor incident. Zhang Lunan, seeing Ling Momo dodge him, simply stretched out his hand and pulled her directly into an embrace.
When Li Qingshen received a call from Su Chen, he was at the Li Mansion, having just sat down to dinner with Li Nian and Wen Jiaran.
He answered, his expression calm and undisturbed.
"Qingshen, guess who I saw at Zhang Lunan’s party?" Su Chen teased on the other end.
Li Qingshen frowned and replied indifferently, "Boring!" He then moved to hang up the phone.
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"Don’t hang up!" Su Chen, knowing Li Qingshen’s personality, immediately stopped him from ending the call and continued, "Qingshen, I saw your student... what’s her name? Ling Momo... She even attended a concert tonight..."
Li Qingshen’s brow furrowed slightly before he ended the call.
Li Nian served some food to Wen Jiaran and turned his head to glance at Li Qingshen, casually asking, "Who was that on the phone?"
"Su Chen," Li Qingshen replied, picking up his chopsticks and continuing his meal expressionlessly.
"Was it anything important?" Wen Jiaran asked softly, looking at Li Qingshen.
"Nothing much." Li Qingshen offered Wen Jiaran a faint smile, and she nodded, seemingly recalling something, then continued, "Qingshen, why did you suddenly resign from your job at MIT in America? Wasn’t your new research project only halfway done?"
Li Qingshen’s hand paused slightly while holding his chopsticks. Wen Jiaran’s mention of the matter suddenly reminded him of Ling Momo... Su Chen said she’d attended Zhang Lunan’s party... why would she go there?... the high society circles knew well that Zhang Lunan was fond of women...
Seeing Li Qingshen silent, Li Nian picked up where Wen Jiaran left off, "It’s good that you’ve returned. After all, you’ve been abroad for eighteen years. It’s about time you came back. The Baodi Group has many issues that need your assistance."
"Yes, that’s probably for the best," Wen Jiaran mused, finding Li Nian’s words sensible, and nodded in agreement.
But suddenly, Li Qingshen set down his chopsticks.
"What’s the matter?" Wen Jiaran asked, thinking Li Qingshen might disagree with Li Nian’s suggestion.
"You go ahead and eat, I have to step out for a bit," Li Qingshen said, his lips moving slightly as he stood up. He picked up his car keys and wallet from the coffee table in the living room and headed out the door.
Li Qingshen drove fast, covering the forty-minute distance in just twenty. Zhang Lunan’s villa was surrounded by parked cars. Li Qingshen pulled up right outside the villa, got out of his car, and walked toward the building.
People were stationed at the entrance, but before they could speak, Li Qingshen handed over an invitation, then pushed open the door and went inside.
Su Chen had calculated that Li Qingshen would surely return and was waiting at the entrance. The moment he saw Li Qingshen arrive, he immediately waved a greeting. Li Qingshen approached Su Chen.
Su Chen handed Li Qingshen a glass of wine, a mischievous smile on his face, "You’re ten minutes ahead of when I expected you!"
Li Qingshen took the wine glass without reacting to Su Chen’s teasing, turning his head to start looking for Momo’s figure.