Li Qingshen watched her figure disappear from sight before he suddenly burst into laughter.
The lofty pride that usually characterized him was completely replaced by a gentle joy, and even his gaze softened considerably.
Momo had barely stepped out of the door before she eagerly sent a WeChat message to Enson, "Perverts are truly perverts, they could never have humanity in a lifetime!" Chapters first released on novelꜰire.net
Li Qingshen heard his phone chime, picked it up, and saw the message from Ling Momo, and his lips curved into an even wider smile, "What happened?"
"I predicted it! He made me practice the white keys on the piano a hundred times this afternoon!"
Li Qingshen looked at the message and could almost conjure up the image of Momo’s aggrieved expression. His eyes softened even more; in fact, he really wanted to tell her that he was doing this for her own good; his strictness was the key to her future achievements.
But she thought he was Enson, unaware that he was Li Qingshen.
So all he could reply was, "Then you, really are pitiable. I deeply sympathize with you!"
Momo replied with a crying emoji, then added, "I hate him to death! He’s inhumane! Immoral! A complete freak! I won’t let it go!"
A glint of light appeared in the depths of Li Qingshen’s eyes as he asked, "Do you plan to take revenge?"
"Definitely! This is unbearable!"
"How do you plan to take revenge?" Li Qingshen asked curiously.
"Um... I haven’t thought of it yet..." Ling Momo sent a disappointed emoji.
Li Qingshen wanted to ask more, but Ling Momo sent another message, "Thanks for your sympathy. I need to rush to practice now, or I might not finish by tonight!"
"Then keep it up!" Li Qingshen typed a few words and sent them over.
"Yes, goodbye! We’ll chat after I’m done!" Momo replied.
"Mm." Li Qingshen typed a single character, then felt it was too bland, but didn’t know what else he should say, and eventually deleted the character and put his phone back in his pocket.
He walked to the side, boiled a pot of water, brewed some tea, carried it out of the kitchen, and as he passed through the living room, it seemed as if Li Qingshen suddenly remembered something. He stopped in his tracks, pulled out his phone from his pocket, and slowly typed a line into WeChat.
"Momo, I believe in you. Your efforts now will surely pay off with future success!"
After sending the message, Li Qingshen stared at it for a long while, in peaceful silence.
She didn’t know that he really wished he could speak to her calmly and politely, but he feared that once he started being gentle with her, he would not be able to stop.
She didn’t know that behind his sternness, there lay countless unspoken depths of care and effort. It wasn’t that he wasn’t pained by her struggles, but rather than pitying her, he wanted her to excel even more!
She didn’t know that this message was actually what Li Qingshen had always wanted to say to Ling Momo.
But now, he could only communicate this genuine tenderness and care, which belonged to Li Qingshen, through the identity of Enson.
Li Qingshen sighed softly and then hit "Send."
Afterward, he picked up the teapot and went upstairs.
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The afternoon sunlight was bright yet warm, streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows and blanketing half of the villa’s third floor.
Ling Momo sat in front of the piano, pressing the keys one by one with serious, concentrated effort.