The Mysterious CEO and His Feisty Bride
Chapter 271 - 278: Are You Inviting Me? (8)

Chapter 271: Chapter 278: Are You Inviting Me? (8)

I don’t know how long it had been, but Ling Momo was extremely tired and weary. She slowly closed her eyes, her lips gently curving into a smile before she allowed herself to fall asleep.

Enson lay there, holding his Qingcheng, feeling that the world was truly at peace, wishing that time could stop right there.

The next day, when Ling Momo woke up, Enson had already left as usual.

She first felt bewildered, then a sense of loss, and soon after, she couldn’t help but smile again as she gazed at the messy bed.

Ling Momo returned to the villa at five in the afternoon.

The villa was very quiet. She skillfully entered the password and stepped inside.

As usual, Ling Momo went straight to the music room on the third floor, instinctively going to the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, only to find that Li Qingshen was not there. Ling Momo frowned, filled with suspicion. Could Li Qingshen still not have returned?

Ling Momo turned and went to the second floor, arriving at the door of Li Qingshen’s bedroom, and gently knocked, her tone compliant, "Teacher, are you there?"

There was no response.

Could he still be sleeping? But it was already past five!

"Teacher?" Ling Momo called again, knocking on the door a bit more forcefully.

Still, there was no response.

Ling Momo puffed her cheeks, thinking, could it be that Li Qingshen was not at home?

She took out her phone and dialed Li Qingshen’s number.

Immediately, she heard the ringtone of a phone coming from Li Qingshen’s bedroom.

Ling Momo tilted her head, at home, so why wasn’t he opening the door?

Ling Momo raised her hand and continued to knock, her voice soft and sweet, "Teacher, I’m here, are you resting? I’ll go to the music room to look at the scores first."

There was no response from inside the room, Ling Momo pouted her lips, accustomed to his way of treating people, so, she turned around to leave, but then she heard the sound of porcelain falling to the ground inside the room, accompanied by a muffled grunt.

Ling Momo furrowed her delicate brows and immediately turned around, grasped the doorknob of Li Qingshen’s bedroom, gently turned it, and pushed the door open, looking up, Ling Momo was instantly stunned.

The always proud man was leaning against the bed, sitting on the carpet, his face deathly pale.

"Teacher." Ling Momo had never seen Li Qingshen like this before. Her originally suspicious expression was instantly filled with a touch of concern. She hurriedly walked over to him, squatting in front of him, "Teacher, what’s wrong?"

Ling Momo raised her hand and gently touched Li Qingshen’s forehead, it was alarmingly hot.

Half-conscious, Li Qingshen slightly opened his eyes, seeing Ling Momo in front of him, his eyes faintly brightened, flashing a trace of light.

Ling Momo’s soft arms tightly encircled Li Qingshen’s waist, forcefully lifting him up, then she laid him down on the bed.

Li Qingshen frowned, moved his lips, seemingly very ill, and soon closed his eyes, his breathing heavy as if it weighed hundreds of pounds.

Ling Momo forcefully pulled out the quilt that was under Li Qingshen, covered him with it, then went to the bathroom, iced a towel, and brought it out to place on his forehead.

Thinking of the pills that Li Qingshen had secretly thrown away the day before, Ling Momo couldn’t help but pout her lips, muttering to herself, "Such a grown man, throwing away medicine like a child! Now you’re sick, are you satisfied now?"