The Mysterious CEO and His Feisty Bride
Chapter 123 - 127: Are You Really That Cheap? (7)

Chapter 123: Chapter 127: Are You Really That Cheap? (7)

I didn’t know how long had passed when suddenly a wind blew, carrying dust with it. Su Chen looked up, only to realize that the stars in the sky had vanished. X city’s summers were prone to rain; the weather was fickle—changing at a moment’s notice, with storms that arrived without warning.

Su Chen spoke, "Looks like it’s about to rain, let’s head back to the car."

Li Qingshen nodded, turned around, and Su Chen followed.

They had not yet reached their car when a torrential downpour began.

Su Chen ran quickly to his car.

However, Li Qingshen stood still, not moving. He merely turned his head, glancing into the distance. The rain was heavy, quickly soaking his clothes.

Su Chen got into his car and through the rearview mirror saw Li Qingshen standing in the rain. It was as if he could tell he was hesitant about something. The action of closing the car door paused for a moment. Then, leaning out, he called out to Li Qingshen, "Qingshen, when that girl turned to run, I saw her cry."

The sound of the rain was loud, the wind fierce, yet Su Chen’s words reached Li Qingshen’s ears without missing a beat.

Li Qingshen suddenly looked up. By then, Su Chen had closed the car door and started the car to leave.

He said... When she turned to run away, she cried...

Ling Momo cried...

Suddenly, Li Qingshen walked briskly to his own car, stretched out his hand, pulled open the door, and got in.

Then, he swiftly started the car, stepped on the accelerator, and drove out of the villa.

Li Qingshen drove while taking out his phone to call Ling Momo, but no one answered.

In the end, Li Qingshen could only drive his car around the roads near the villa, searching for Ling Momo. Unable to find her, he tried calling her again, still with no answer. Li Qingshen’s expression subtly turned to one of slight panic. Then, as if he remembered something, he took out another phone and dialed Ling Momo’s number.

He used the phone that Enson had used to call Ling Momo. The number was restricted, and no one else would see it.

The phone rang many times until finally being answered. Li Qingshen, as usual, was direct, "Now, the usual place, I want to meet you."

After speaking, Li Qingshen did not hang up immediately but listened in silence. He faintly heard the sound of wind and rain. Li Qingshen’s grip on the phone tightened.

She truly hadn’t gone home. She hadn’t carried an umbrella when she left. Was she out in the rain alone now?

A tightness clutched at Li Qingshen’s heart. Just as he was about to speak, Ling Momo’s voice came through the phone, muffled as if she had been crying, somewhat hoarse, "Enson, I’m feeling a bit unwell today, can we do this another time?"

Li Qingshen’s throat constricted slightly, feeling as if his heart was being viciously squeezed by a hand—cruelly wrung out and causing him pain. He moved his lips, not answering her question, but simply asked, "Where are you?"

There was a long silence from the other end of the phone. Just as Li Qingshen thought Ling Momo didn’t want to respond, her voice finally came again, "I’m at the Jiale Garden Supermarket on Safety Road."

"Stay where you are; I’m sending someone to pick you up," Li Qingshen said, then hung up and dialed another number, ordering in a low voice, "Drive to the Jiale Garden Supermarket near Safety Road and pick up a girl, take her to the Imperial Palace."