But Ling Momo knew that was just wishful thinking, driven by pure curiosity, with no real possibility of ever meeting that girl.
Yet, one day, Ling Momo was invited by Li Qingshen to attend Wen Jiaran’s birthday party.
Ling Momo knew Wen Jiaran; after all, her great-grandfather had married Wen Jiaran’s mother, but they were merely acquaintances.
In Ling Momo’s memory, Wen Jiaran was a beautiful and graceful woman with a delicate and fragile appearance, reminiscent of a Jiangnan lady—quiet and pristine, exuding a gentle warmth.
To this day, upon seeing Wen Jiaran again, Ling Momo found that time had not left its mark on this woman. Her features were as tranquil as her memories conveyed. She stood lightly on a tall red platform, with a gentle smile, flanked by Li Nian, the once-dominant figure of the Baodi Group, and naturally, by Li Qingshen, Wen Jiaran’s son, whom Ling Momo knew all too well.
Perhaps because of Wen Jiaran’s birthday party, Li Qingshen was dressed exceptionally formally, in a black suit with a white shirt underneath, his hair set with some wax, standing tall to reveal his perfect forehead. His clear eyes, prominent nose, and slightly pursed thin lips appeared so otherworldly from a distance that the man seemed not of this world.
Wen Jiaran greeted everyone with a light smile, her voice soft and tender, almost shy, expressing her gratitude before being wrapped in Li Nian’s arm and led into his embrace.
Li Qingshen held the microphone, standing under the bright lights, and spoke in his uniquely refined tone.
His every word was articulated distinctly, and combined with his exquisite features, he instantly captured the attention of everyone present, drawing admiration from countless distinguished ladies, who gazed at him with longing!
Ling Momo watched Li Qingshen, too. His pride and aloofness had an unusual allure, which slowly mesmerized her to the point where she forgot to blink.
This man was truly perfect, so perfect he seemed like something out of a fairy tale!
Ling Momo felt her own breath being drawn by the movement of the man’s lips.
So much so, that when Li Qingshen finished speaking, and thunderous applause filled the room, with Li Nian toasting with Wen Jiaran and the guests, Ling Momo still stood foolishly to the side, lost in a daze, until a faint voice near her ear brought her back to reality, "Momo."
It was then that Ling Momo snapped out of her reverie, and lifting her head, saw Li Qingshen’s devastatingly handsome face adorned with a gentle smile, his eyes seemingly filled with emotion as they focused on her. Her heart skipped a beat, and she blurted out instinctively, "Teacher."
"Have you arrived?" In contrast, Li Qingshen was extremely composed. Seeing the present in Ling Momo’s hands, he gestured towards it, and before he could speak, Ling Momo immediately responded with a sweet smile and a touch of embarrassment, "Teacher, this is a gift I bought for Mrs. Li."
"Thank you." Li Qingshen nodded politely, then glanced across the crowd until he caught sight of Li Nian and Wen Jiaran. He whispered, "Let’s go, I’ll take you to them." Follow current novels on novel•fire.net
Many people surrounded Wen Jiaran, but Li Qingshen led Ling Momo forward. Qin Sheng, with his sharp eyes, beckoned to Ling Momo from afar with a twinkle in his eye and a cheer, "Hey, look who’s here, the great beauty Ling!"
At Qin Sheng’s call, those surrounding Wen Jiaran turned to look over, all from the Baodi Group, their fine attire blindingly opulent.