Lu Niange had been babbling for a long time before Jian Chenxi finally cracked a slow smile.
Lu Niange, seeing Jian Chenxi smile, let out a small sigh of relief and gently kissed her cheek, her voice soft, "Good girl, go shoot the MTV."
Jian Chenxi nodded, hugged Lu Niange, and walked away reassured.
Lu Niange stood still, watching Jian Chenxi’s figure slowly fade, then spaced out for a moment before tilting her head to look at the high diving platform, deep in thought.
Li Qingshen, holding Ling Momo, hurried towards his car.
Uncharacteristically anxious, he felt his legs weaken frequently from either worry or fear, almost causing him to fall while still holding Ling Momo.
With her eyes closed, Ling Momo felt him stumble, her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively reached out to grasp Li Qingshen’s arm.
Their clothes were soaking wet, and Ling Momo could distinctly feel the warmth emanating from his body.
Li Qingshen quickly steadied himself and continued towards the car, but his pace unexpectedly slowed.
His face, initially panicked and anxious, gradually grew colder.
The director had already opened the car door and upon seeing Li Qingshen carrying Ling Momo, promptly offered help, "Mr. Li, let me assist you." Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
Li Qingshen glanced coldly at the director, "No need, I’ll manage."
His tone was clear, but it carried a dangerous air, prompting the director to immediately stand aside obediently, not daring to make any sudden moves.
Li Qingshen placed Ling Momo in the car and turned his head to look at her face; she was still with closed eyes, her lips slightly pursed, her skin as pale and delicate as porcelain, tender like a baby’s.
Ling Momo remained still, aware of Li Qingshen watching her; her heart rate inadvertently sped up, her breathing gradually became disorderly, and she felt slightly nervous.
One second, two seconds, three seconds... fifteen seconds...
Ling Momo silently counted the seconds, realizing there was still no movement outside but still sensing his gaze on her, growing a bit anxious, her eyelashes trembled involuntarily.
Only then did Li Qingshen slightly avert his gaze, pulled the seatbelt, fastened it for Ling Momo, then closed the car door.
"Mr. Li, would you like me to accompany you to the hospital?" asked the director through the window, looking at Ling Momo inside the car.
"No need!" Li Qingshen dropped three words and circled around to the driver’s side, opened the door, and sat down without waiting for the director to say goodbye before hitting the gas pedal and speeding off.
Li Qingshen drove very fast, his eyes fixed firmly on the road ahead, seeming very focused.
Sitting beside him, Ling Momo hesitated, wondering if she should now open her eyes and tell Li Qingshen that she was alright.
Wouldn’t it be extremely awkward if they ended up at the hospital, and the doctor found nothing wrong?
With that thought, Ling Momo silently organized her thoughts, about to speak, when suddenly the car came to a halt.