The Mysterious CEO and His Feisty Bride-Chapter 542 - 550: Let’s Go Back! (20)

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Chapter 542: Chapter 550: Let’s Go Back! (20)

Ling Momo looked out the window, remaining silent as countless billboards flashed by in front of her, and she suddenly felt very cold.

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So cold that her vision began to blur, little by little.

She didn’t know why, but she always felt that Li Qingshen’s departure seemed like he would leave her forever...

Li Qingshen had disappeared from her life...

The thought sent a wave of unspeakable panic through Ling Momo in an instant!

Ling Momo had dinner with Chen Wanru at the Hyatt Hotel.

Chen Wanru was wealthy, having been the top singer on the music scene for ten years, and she had married a tycoon in America. In her words, she lacked everything except money.

So, she had reserved the best private room at the Hyatt Hotel, ordered the finest red wine, and selected the best dishes.

Two women spent what some people earned in a year, others in a decade, on a single meal, yet they hardly ate much.

Ling Momo was preoccupied, her whole being out of sorts, and she drank quite a lot. By the time she left the Hyatt Hotel, she was somewhat dazed.

It just so happened to be Christmas Eve, and the streets were filled with couples holding roses and apples, laughing and frolicking.

But Ling Momo felt exceptionally tired.

So tired she could hardly stand.

So Ling Momo said goodbye to Chen Wanru early, took a taxi, and went home.

Upon entering her house, she didn’t even shower, collapsing on the bed and closing her eyes.

She was simply exhausted.

Yet, she did not feel sleepy.

Lying there bone-dry for who knows how long, she eventually fell asleep.

Before going to sleep last night, Ling Momo hadn’t covered herself properly with the blanket. Although the heating was on in the room, she had honorably caught a cold.

Plus, she had drunk a little too much the previous night, so when Ling Momo woke up the next day, she was congested and had a headache, feeling exceptionally uncomfortable.

She hadn’t planned on going to the hospital, lying in bed and hoping she would feel better after some sleep, but by noon she felt even worse.

In her half-asleep confusion, she dreamed of a man holding her with extreme tenderness, placing his lips to hers to feed her medicine. She opened her eyes slowly, and the man’s face became clearer and clearer until it solidified into Li Qingshen, and she suddenly opened her eyes to find an empty bedroom. She then remembered Li Qingshen’s departure the day before and couldn’t help but bury her head between her knees. She sat curled up on the bed for a long time until she felt her head ache even more and her nose get even stuffier. Only then did she get dressed, go downstairs, and seek medical treatment.

She thought, it seemed that she was truly alone in this world...

That day, Lu Niange ran to the bottom of her building and told her, "Momo, you’re the only one left in this world."

Back then, she had retorted proudly to Lu Niange, "So what?"

She knew, deep down, she was certain.

That certainty was named Li Qingshen.

She didn’t know why that night she had been so certain that, no matter what happened, Li Qingshen would never leave her.

Even though, at that time, she and Li Qingshen were in a cold war.

But now, she was not sure.

Yesterday afternoon, on the national highway, she had said those words to Jian Chenxiβ€”"Since you’re so insistent on competing with me, Jian Chenxi, then I will just sit back and wait to see how you’ll use the legend to strike at me like I did!"