The Mysterious CEO and His Feisty Bride
Chapter 142 - 147: Even Gods Use WeChat? (7)

Chapter 142: Chapter 147: Even Gods Use WeChat? (7)

"Nothing much, you just scared me to death. I thought that psycho was here, but I heard wrong! If that psycho caught me texting you right now, he might make me play the white keys a hundred times over!" Ling Momo sent a lengthy message.

"Really, that cruel?" Li Qingshen stood outside the door, saw the message, and his eyes lit up slightly with a smile tugging at his lips before he responded.

Ling Momo saw the message, thought for a bit, and then typed out a string of characters on her phone.

"Of course, just thinking about it terrifies me! You have to believe that he’s definitely capable of doing it!"

After sending the message, Ling Momo thought and added a "crying" emoji. She had just found the "crying" emoji and was about to tap on it when suddenly the music room’s door was pushed open. Startled, her fingers spasmed, and her phone fell to the ground.

Ling Momo quickly bent down, picked up her phone, her heart pounding wildly, and with her head lowered, didn’t dare to steal a glance at Li Qingshen.

Li Qingshen opened the door, elegantly holding a teapot and walked toward the French window, placing the teapot gently on the table. Then he stood up and walked towards Ling Momo.

Listening to Li Qingshen’s footsteps gradually approaching, Ling Momo became increasingly nervous. She timidly raised her head and sneaked a peek at him through the corner of her eye, finding his expression unreadable, unable to discern happiness or sorrow.

Li Qingshen stood before the piano, looking at the girl with her head bowed, and asked, "Playing with your phone?"

Ling Momo dropped her head even lower.

"Have you finished playing the fifty black keys?" Li Qingshen didn’t wait for Ling Momo to speak, he continued to ask.

Ling Momo shook her head and stole another glance at Li Qingshen, only to find him staring intently at her phone. His gaze was profound and inscrutable, making it impossible to guess his thoughts. Subconsciously, she covered her phone’s screen with her palm, her fingers shaking finely. Li Qingshen slightly furrowed his brows, a subtle expression that made Ling Momo feel a hint of unease. She held her breath, expecting a reprimand, but to her surprise, Li Qingshen simply said, "Then go on and play," and turned to walk back to the sofa in front of the French window and sat down at a leisurely pace.

Ling Momo couldn’t help being taken aback, secretly thinking, was he exceptionally humane today? He didn’t scold her?

She quickly extended her hand and resumed the remaining black keys.

A servant from the Li Mansion came to deliver a meal, Li Qingshen went downstairs to get it, and Ling Momo had learned her lesson well, not daring to stop, continuing to play correctly.

When Li Qingshen returned upstairs, Ling Momo had reached the last black key. He stood quietly to the side, watching her until she completed fifty times, then he nodded slightly and said, "Come downstairs for dinner."

Without waiting for Ling Momo to speak, he then turned and left the music room.

Ling Momo moved her wrists around and gently massaged her fingers before picking up her phone and seeing a message from Enson. She opened it, "Yeah, you’re so sure, I believe he could do it!"

While replying to Enson’s message, Ling Momo went downstairs, "I was so scared, he caught me red-handed!"