The Mysterious CEO and His Feisty Bride-Chapter 562 - 570 She Actually Fell in Love with the Great God (20)

Ling Momo sat opposite them, feeling that such a scene was too glaring. She lowered her head and absent-mindedly picked up rice grain by grain with her chopsticks.

Her great-grandmother sat beside Ling Momo and asked with concern, "What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Ling Momo snapped back to reality, smiled, and shook her head at her great-grandmother. When she turned her head, she met the skeptical gaze of Li Qingshen. Ling Momo became slightly flustered and then forced herself to focus on eating.

But she ate without tasting, and soon began to daydream again.

Li Qingshen, watching Ling Momo frequently space out, furrowed his brow. He reached out, took a soup spoon, and ladled up a bowl of soup for her. Ling Momo abruptly looked up and met his eyes. Li Qingshen gently curved his lips, his eyes filled with concern, "Drink some soup. Don’t overthink things; it’s all in the past."

He had assumed her frequent lack of focus was due to not having recovered from the afternoon’s scare.

Ling Momo took the spoon and stirred the soup he had served her. Although that wasn’t the reason, she felt a slight warmth in her heart.

During the meal, the conversation was mostly carried by Wen Jiaran and Mrs. Zhou. Zhou Nuan also tried to strike up conversations with Li Qingshen, but he responded indifferently, mostly with monosyllables like "um," "yes," and "oh."

Dinner finally ended, and everyone gathered for after-dinner tea.

Ling Momo felt jealous and found Zhou Nuan’s presence unbearable. Moreover, the dinner was for matchmaking Li Qingshen, and she had no desire to stay any longer. She hurriedly brought up an excuse, saying, "I have something to take care of and need to get home." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Wen Jiaran politely offered to have Ling Momo stay, but she declined. Wen Jiaran was about to find a driver to take Ling Momo home when Li Qingshen suddenly stood up and addressed the room, "Excuse me, I need to step out for a moment."

He then walked over to Ling Momo and said, "Let’s go; I’ll take you."

Ling Momo was taken aback for a moment, then quickly got up, grabbed her bag, gave a small bow, and followed Li Qingshen out.

As they left the villa, Ling Momo felt a burdensome gloom lifting from her heart. Li Qingshen’s car was at ES, so he chose a car from the garage at random — a limited edition Maserati from a few years back.

Ling Momo got into the passenger seat, and Li Qingshen attentively fastened her seatbelt before smoothly driving off.

The car interior was quiet.

Ling Momo, out of habit, started a conversation, "Teacher... is it okay to do this?"

Li Qingshen glanced at her and then focused on the road, "Hmm?" he uttered.

Ling Momo explained, "Tonight was for your matchmaking. Isn’t it inappropriate for you to leave like this?"

"Oh." Li Qingshen simply and naturally replied with one word. Ling Momo blinked, puzzled. What sort of answer was that? What did it mean?

As Ling Momo pondered, Li Qingshen suddenly asked, "Am I that old?"

Ling Momo became even more bewildered; she struggled to follow his train of thought and stared blankly at Li Qingshen, "Ah?" she uttered.