The Mysterious CEO and His Feisty Bride
Chapter 148 - 153: A Collision with Momo, A Lifetime of Mistakes (3)

Li Qingshen withdrew his wandering gaze and shook his head lightly.

Then, three days later, Grandma and her new husband returned to the Li Mansion.

Li Qingshen didn’t have anything particular to do that day, having promised Bao Chongchong to go to the Bao Family Mansion to play with building blocks.

Since the driver had gone to pick up Grandma, Li Qingshen waited at home.

When the driver finally arrived and the car door opened, the first to jump out was a little girl, still in a pretty princess dress, pale green this time, with a new bun hairstyle, and beneath her neat fringe were those same big eyes that could captivate like those of a fairy, rolling around as she looked at the Li Mansion, then turning around, she yelled to someone inside the car, "Great-great-grandfather, this house is so beautiful, when I grow up, I want a villa just like this!"

Li Qingshen immediately recognized the little girl as the one he had met at Grandma’s wedding.

By this time, Li Nian and Wen Jiaran had already gone up to greet them, while Grandma and her husband had also gotten out of the car. Ling Momo’s great-great-grandfather glanced at Ling Momo, called her to his side, and asked her to greet Li Nian and Wen Jiaran.

The girl still had the same cute and endearing expression, blinking her eyes, with a sweet smile, and her shallow dimples peeking out in the sunlight, her voice crisp and clear.

"Finally," they pointed at him, "Momo, say hello to your little uncle."

Ling Momo pouted, didn’t open her mouth at first, and stared at him for a long time with a tilted head before she finally said, "Hello, little uncle."

Li Qingshen nodded at her.

Then Li Nian and Wen Jiaran invited everyone into the house.

"Young Master, please get in the car. I will take you to the Bao Family Mansion now," the driver reminded from the side.

But Li Qingshen, watching the little girl disappearing into the doorway of the house, suddenly shook his head and said faintly, "Call Miss Chongchong and tell her I’ll come by this afternoon."

"Yes, Young Master," the driver replied and went to do as told, and he went back inside the house.

He didn’t talk much, just sat on the side with a newspaper, pretending to read casually, but in reality, he couldn’t concentrate on a single word, his eyes drifting toward her from time to time.

She wandered around the room, curiously touching everything she saw.

Li Qingshen kept his eyes on the little girl, and as she drew nearer to him, he felt a palpable tension in his body.

The little girl walked up to a table not far from him, and peered at a peach-shaped porcelain piece on it. She tilted her head and studied it for a while, then turned around and happened to catch sight of him sitting in the swing chair.

Perhaps curious about the swing chair he was sitting in, she walked over with her short little legs, looked up at it for a while, then grabbed onto his pants and climbed into his lap.

Her body carried a faint scent of milk, soft and warm. Li Qingshen’s fingers trembled, his mind went blank, and he forgot to push her away, allowing her to sit in his lap. Then she reached out, shook the rope of the swing chair, and as the chair swayed, she giggled with laughter.

Li Qingshen’s ears filled with her clear laughter, and as he looked at her delicate face so close to him, he felt a moment of daze, his heartbeat quickened, and he gradually felt his throat dry, involuntarily swallowing several times.