So, Ling Momo responded with nothing more than a noncommittal curve of her lips, turning to leave. But before she could take a step, someone reached out from behind and wrapped an arm around her waist. Startled, Momo fell into an embrace as a voice filled with grievance rang out overhead, "My dear, so you were here!"
Ling Momo lifted her head and saw Li Qingshen’s enviable face growing closer to her own. Her eyes widened in disbelief as the surreal moment unfolded before her.
Li Qingshen’s extraordinarily handsome face was tinged with a pitiable look as he reached out to encircle Momo’s delicate shoulders, continuing, "My dear, how could you treat me this way? Is it because I didn’t answer your call? How could you just come to someone else’s wedding on your own?"
Blinking in utter shock, Momo clenched her fist tightly. The pain as her nails dug into her palm was evidence enough that she wasn’t dreaming.
The man before her was truly a god!
Her mentor, Li Qingshen!
The music industry legend—Myth!
What shook her the most was witnessing such a usually cold, unfeeling, and arrogantly aloof man actually whining!
The shock wasn’t reserved for Momo alone. Those who had mocked her earlier were equally stunned.
As they watched the breathtakingly beautiful Li Qingshen elegantly pull Momo into his embrace, uttering those words, they watched with their eyes wide, disbelief painting every face.
This man called Ling Momo "my dear"...
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At that thought, their eyes started to size up Li Qingshen, noticing his simplistic and direct attire: a white shirt, black suit pants, black leather shoes, and a wristwatch, without any other adornment—making Lu Niange’s elaborately dressed figure pale in comparison, a thousand, no, ten thousand times more striking!
Holding Ling Momo, Li Qingshen’s gaze swept over the group, a cold light flickering in his eyes. Then, he lowered his head slightly, looking at Momo with a soft, indulgent voice, "My dear, I was signing a contract worth four billion! I left my phone in the office, I promise I won’t dare do it again, my phone will never leave my side! Just this once, forgive me, okay?"
The group was hit by another wave of astonishment, watching the exceptionally handsome man casually speak of multi-billion deals.
And notably, from his words, it was clear that he hadn’t committed an unforgivable error. It was merely a missed call from Ling Momo, yet he was still tenderly and thoughtfully apologizing to her!
Yet, it seemed not to end there. Li Qingshen’s gaze brushed over the women who stood rigid as if in satisfaction. His eyes full of deep affection as he stared at Momo, he suddenly reached out and gently cupped her face. His fingers tenderly stroke her delicate and fair cheek, a warm touch that sent a spark into Momo’s eyes. They locked eyes, and he curved his lips, gifting her a shallow, dazzling smile. Squinting his eyes, he looked enchanting, "Is that okay?"