The Mysterious CEO and His Feisty Bride
Chapter 131 - 136: The God is Very Perverted! (6)

Chapter 131: Chapter 136: The God is Very Perverted! (6)

Li Qingshen suddenly hooked his lips into a smile, thinking of the little woman who had been nestled in his arms last night, cursing with enthusiasm, and he let out an elegant, light laugh, "Hmm... I’m a ’pervert’..."

"..." Su Chen was completely speechless.

Who said it, that a woman’s IQ drops to zero when she falls in love? In truth, a man’s IQ doesn’t fare much better in the face of love!

Li Qingshen was obviously in a very good mood, still immersed in the warmth and happiness that Ling Momo had brought him while snuggled in his arms.

Suddenly, Su Chen seemed to think of something, let out a slight sigh, and said, "Qingshen."

"Hmm?"

"You obviously like her a lot, so taking the initiative sometimes isn’t too much, right?"

Li Qingshen knew what Su Chen was hinting at, and the smile on his face suddenly withdrew.

Su Chen continued, "Qingshen, I’m not trying to meddle, I’m just a bit worried about you, worried that you might suffer in the future."

At these words, Li Qingshen just laughed.

He gazed faintly at the not-so-bright street outside the car window, his eyes misty as fog, "Su Chen, do you know what Ling Momo means to me?"

Su Chen didn’t speak.

A firm warmth showed in the depths of Li Qingshen’s eyes, his lips curved up, and in a captivating tone, he told him, "An ideal."

Su Chen’s heart quivered slightly, ’An ideal...’ For a moment he struggled to comprehend the meaning behind Li Qingshen’s words, "An ideal?"

"Yep," Li Qingshen chuckled softly, confirming it again, "Yes, an ideal."

In that instant, both men fell silent.

The car was so quiet that only the faint sound of Li Qingshen’s breathing echoed. He remembered his ideal.

When he had first met her at age fourteen, he had thought to turn this delicately sculpted little girl into his pet. Over time, somehow, that thought had morphed into an ideal.

Li Qingshen at twenty, he waited for the fourteen-year-old Ling Momo to grow up, his ideal was to marry her...

Li Qingshen at twenty-two, he knew that the sixteen-year-old Ling Momo had developed a crush on a boy, yet his ideal remained to marry her...

Li Qingshen at twenty-four, he watched as the eighteen-year-old Ling Momo chased after a boy, his ideal still to marry her...

Li Qingshen at twenty-six, he helped a twenty-year-old Ling Momo pursue a boy, his ideal was still to marry her...

...

This was his ideal, unchanged and unchangeable.

"If it’s an ideal, why not try to make it a reality?" Su Chen didn’t understand why Li Qingshen wouldn’t take initiative with Ling Momo, "If you love her so much, then do everything possible to make her yours! You don’t need to suffer like this!"

"Suffering? It’s not like it’s just been a day or two, and it’s not much compared to the rest of life," Li Qingshen lowered his eyelids, speaking lightly, "Love can’t be forced or stolen. Having her presence but not her heart only leads to pain for both parties."

He loved her too much; how could he bear to see her unhappy?

He would rather suffer silently by her side, as long as she could be happy. Even if she never knew of his love for her in all her life, he would have no regrets.

Love is, after all, about mutual affection. An ideal so precious and pure, he didn’t want to taint her beauty with filthy, repugnant means.