"No, a gift should be practical to have meaning. Li Qingshen likes drinking tea, so giving him a cup is very appropriate!"
Ling Momo looked at the message from Enson, thought about it, and felt it made sense. Then she remembered she indeed didn’t know what to give Li Qingshen, so she nodded and replied, "Okay, a cup it is!"
At the other end of the phone, Li Qingshen saw that his goal had been achieved. His mood improved even more. Glancing at the clock, he saw it was already eleven and reminded Ling Momo, "It’s getting late, you should rest."
Ling Momo, feeling somewhat reluctant, obediently replied, "Okay, you should rest early too."
Time remains unchanged through the ages.
Twelve months every year, four seasons.
Twenty-four hours a day, sixty minutes an hour, sixty seconds a minute.
For Ling Momo and Li Qingshen, it was the same after they returned to City X from the countryside.
However, Ling Momo distinctly felt that those unchanged seconds and minutes somehow felt different now.
For instance, autumn was gradually arriving, the weather was getting colder, clothes were getting thicker, preparation for the new album was becoming more intense, working with Li Qingshen was getting easier, and chatting with Enson was as good as ever...
More importantly, Lu Niange and Jian Chenxi’s wedding date was approaching.
Recent entertainment newspapers were filled with reports tracking the progress of Lu Niange and Jian Chenxi’s wedding. The rightful source is novel(ꜰ)ire.net
On a certain day, Lu Niange and Jian Chenxi shot their wedding photos; the dress was exceptionally beautiful, and a few wedding photos leaked out.
On another day, Lu Niange gave Jian Chenxi a wedding ring, a certain carat pink diamond, with a photo of Lu Niange and Jian Chenxi holding hands, the diamond ring glaring on Jian Chenxi’s finger.
Such stories bored Ling Momo to no end.
Jian Chenxi was ES’s newly rising star, and with her upcoming big wedding, naturally, she sent wedding invitations to everyone at ES.
Despite Ling Momo and Jian Chenxi not getting along, everyone else was attending the wedding, so she couldn’t miss it.
Thus, even though she was extremely reluctant, Ling Momo still went to Jian Chenxi’s wedding on that day.
Jian Chenxi’s wedding was dreamily decorated; they refused interviews from reporters, and there were many guests. After all, Jian Chenxi and Lu Niange had been in the entertainment circle for so long and had quite a network, including stars and business people.
When Ling Momo arrived, the wedding was just beginning. She sat in the last row, watching Jian Chenxi arm in arm with her father, step by step toward Lu Niange who was standing at the front.
Jian Chenxi looked truly beautiful today, her black hair adorned only with a wreath made of real lilies and roses, wearing a strapless floor-length wedding gown, undoubtedly stunning and dazzling.
Lu Niange, well, he looked good too, dressed in a white suit, standing there like a graceful prince, smiling gently, seemingly gazing affectionately at his bride, then he reached out, took Jian Chenxi from her father’s hand, and wrapped her hand around his arm.
A thunderous applause erupted from the crowd.
Naturally, Ling Momo clapped too, her posture easygoing, her heart calm, truly untroubled.