"I’m sorry, but I can’t agree to your request—I’ve already submitted my resignation to MIT."
"I’m not considering returning to MIT!"
"No, it’s not an issue of salary, it’s a personal issue, I don’t want to stay in America anymore."
"As for the ORSTOM research group, I’m planning to leave that as well..."
"I know the VISI project is halfway done, and it’s a pity to give up now, but I have something more important to do..."
"I trust that the other members of ORSTOM can handle VISI very well, and I’m willing to have my name removed from ORSTOM."
"I know there’s a possibility of winning the Nobel Prize, but that’s just a prize; it holds no significant meaning for me!"
Li Qingshen had a lot more to say.
He was speaking in English.
Ling Momo didn’t understand it very clearly.
She could only vaguely make out the general idea of what Li Qingshen was saying.
He had actually resigned from MIT?
That globally renowned university.
Even saying that he was leaving the ORSTOM research group?
And also giving up the chance to win the Nobel Prize?
He was returning to China from America?
Doubts began to swirl in Ling Momo’s mind.
She focused her attention and continued to listen.
"I came back because of her... You might think it’s meaningless, but I find it meaningful!"
"I can’t just sit by and do nothing!"
"If I didn’t come back, I would have regretted it!"
Li Qingshen’s words came through once again.
Ling Momo was utterly stunned.
The professor had left everything behind, determined to return to his homeland, all for one person?
Ling Momo gazed at Li Qingshen’s figure, her eyes slightly hazy, as if something deep within her was gradually crumbling, shattering.
She didn’t quite understand what kind of person Li Qingshen really was...
He was clearly so cold, ruthless, disregarding everyone, and hurting people with his words, yet now, he could give up all his brilliant achievements abroad for one person?
Who could that person be?
To make such an outstanding man sacrifice so much for her?
Ling Momo involuntarily thought back to that night; she had gone to Li Qingshen’s bedroom and seen him staring at that photo frame, his gaze tender, his lips curled into a smile. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ noⅴelfire.net
At that time, he seemed like a completely different person, full of deep affection.
It must be... the person in that photo frame, the one who made him give up everything and return to his country...
Ling Momo thought, maybe this man wasn’t truly heartless after all.
He mesmerized everyone, yet he remained steadfastly devoted to one person, forsaking everything.
In an instant, Ling Momo felt a deep stir within her heart...
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Li Qingshen hung up the phone, stared blankly out the window for a while, then turned around, just in time to see Ling Momo had awakened.
His expression paused slightly, and without much fluctuation on his face, he casually said, "Now that you’re awake, go upstairs and look at the scores!"
Afterward, he walked directly toward the upstairs.
Long after Li Qingshen had disappeared, Ling Momo finally realized what he had said and hurriedly followed him upstairs.
Li Qingshen sat in his usual spot in the third-floor music room, his posture elegant, seriously perusing a book.
Ling Momo didn’t dare to disturb him, tiptoed over to the desk, picked up a score, and started seriously going through it.