The Mysterious CEO and His Feisty Bride
Chapter 125 - 129: Are You That Cheap? (9)

Chapter 125: Chapter 129: Are You That Cheap? (9)

She wore high heels and lost one while running; she then took off the other and walked barefoot.

As she walked, she couldn’t help but let the tears fall due to her grievances, and unexpectedly, soon after, it began to pour heavily.

Her feet were already blistered from walking barefoot, and when they became wet from the rain, the pain was excruciating.

Taking advantage of this pain, Ling Momo squatted by the roadside and suddenly burst into tears.

From her childhood, despite her parents dying early and growing up with her great-grandfather under poor family conditions, especially before her great-grandmother, Qingshen’s grandmother, married her great-grandfather, it could be said that she and her great-grandfather lived a very meager life. Later, at the age of eight, when her great-grandmother married into the Li Family, the family provided a lot of money, and their life improved significantly.

Despite previous poverty, no one had ever hit her in her lifetime!

Let alone her face!

Nor had anyone ever cursed her so harshly; even when she was pointed at in school and called a prostitute, those words were not as hurtful as what Qingshen had said.

At that moment, she truly felt that she had nothing in the entire world!

Later, when Enson called and asked her to meet at their usual place, she felt a sense of desolation, yet she couldn’t refuse.

She absently arrived at the Imperial Palace, thinking it would be like before, straightforward and to the point, but she hadn’t expected Enson to treat her so tenderly.

She stood there, letting Enson gently dry off the water droplets from her body, and then allowing him to carry her out of the bathroom and gently place her on the bed.

Qingshen covered Ling Momo with a blanket and then walked away. Soon after, Ling Momo heard the sound of water rushing in the bathroom; the noise stopped, and about half a minute later, the bathroom door opened, and Qingshen came out.

Ling Momo couldn’t help but hold her breath, vaguely anticipating what Enson might do next.

She tightly gripped the bedsheets, and as Enson lifted the blanket and lay down on the bed, she subtly shifted inward.

Enson seemed not to notice her slight movements; instead, he reached out, pulled her abruptly into his arms, and Ling Momo instinctively pushed Enson slightly.

Enson’s movements halted, and then Ling Momo muttered softly, "Today... I don’t feel like...."

Ling Momo spoke hesitantly.

After speaking, she then bit her lower lip.

However, Enson gently chuckled, hummed affirmatively, stroked her long hair, and once again sat her up, then fetched a thermos from the side and handed it to Ling Momo.

"Drink the ginger soup, or you’ll catch a cold tomorrow."

A tremor ran through Ling Momo’s heart; so Enson sat her up to give her ginger soup.

In that instant, Ling Momo’s heart trembled lightly.

Ling Momo held the ginger soup with both hands and sipped it, her stomach quickly warmed up, and her heart felt warm as well.

There was a lot of ginger soup, and the thermos was large; after drinking with a straw for a while, Ling Momo shook her head and handed the thermos back to Enson.

Qingshen took it, placed the thermos aside, and lay down holding Ling Momo.

The left side of Ling Momo’s face was terribly swollen, and lying on her side as Qingshen held her was somewhat painful, causing her to involuntarily gasp.