"Why did she have to be framed, why take her to Night Bar, get her drunk, and then find so many men to take those kinds of photos? And why spread them around the school, making everyone think she was a prostitute?"
Ling Momo was not a weak girl.
Ling Momo was just clueless when it came to love.
Now, Ling Momo thought, love was gone, and it was impossible for her to humbly beg Lu Niange to come back!
She could feel sad and distraught for him, but she wouldn’t demean herself!
However, her career couldn’t be lost as well.
She could let Jian Chenxi have Lu Niange, the man who could be taken by another, but she couldn’t let Jian Chenxi take the glory that belonged to her.
So, Ling Momo was instantly full of fighting spirit.
That day, she got up very early, went to the supermarket, chose a lot of ingredients, and then hailed a car to the villa.
When Ling Momo arrived at the villa, it was already eleven o’clock. The villa’s door was not locked, she pushed it gently and entered.
There was no one in the living room.
A remote control lay on the ground; batteries, the body, and the casing scattered. Ling Momo bent down, picked them up one by one, assembled them, and placed them on the sofa nearby. She then arranged and categorized all the things she had bought into the refrigerator.
Then, Ling Momo tiptoed upstairs.
She was somewhat nervous at the bottom of her heart.
She first went to the third-floor music room and found no one inside, then turned and went to the second floor, to Li Qingshen’s bedroom door. Ling Momo took a deep breath, knocked gently, and no one responded; she slightly pushed the door open.
She remembered Li Qingshen had said, without his permission, she was not allowed to step into his bedroom!
Now, during a critical period, she was even more obedient, standing properly at the door, poking half of her head in. Her dark eyes scanned the room and quickly spotted the man sitting in front of the piano, "Teacher, I’m here."
Li Qingshen didn’t respond.
Sitting before the piano, he occasionally stretched out a hand to play a few notes, and, seeming unsatisfied, frowned and began to scribble with a pencil on an A4 sheet of paper.
Thinking Li Qingshen hadn’t heard her, Ling Momo raised her voice, "Teacher, are you busy?"
Li Qingshen remained silent, not even lifting his eyes to look at her.
Ling Momo knew Li Qingshen was angry, and frankly, she didn’t know how to make Li Qingshen not angry. She pursed her lips and said softly, "Teacher, then please continue with your work. I’ll go downstairs to cook, and when I’m done, I’ll call you."
Ling Momo waited for a moment, saw that Li Qingshen was still indifferent, sighed, and went downstairs.
Ling Momo went to great lengths to make a table full of delicious dishes so that Li Qingshen wouldn’t be angry anymore.
After setting everything neatly on the dining table, Ling Momo went upstairs again, knocked on the door, and still, no one responded. She again poked her little head inside, "Teacher, dinner is ready. Are you hungry? Do you want to stop and eat first?"
Li Qingshen continued to be indifferent, as if deaf to her words.
Or, it was as if he regarded Ling Momo as air.
Ling Momo continued to speak on her own, her tone soft and pleasing, "It seems, Teacher, that you are very busy. Then I’ll put the food in the thermal box first. You can eat after you’ve finished your work."