The Mysterious CEO and His Feisty Bride
Chapter 58 I Guarantee I’m Not Sick (8)

Chapter 58: Chapter 58 I Guarantee I’m Not Sick (8)

Li Qingshen was driving up from the foot of the mountain when he saw Ling Momo from a distance, bent over and vomiting. He frowned, accelerated the car, and stopped by Ling Momo’s side.

Li Qingshen opened the car door, stepped out, and approached her with a cold face, "What’s wrong?"

Ling Momo hadn’t expected Li Qingshen to drive back up from the foot of the mountain.

"Teacher..." She had barely called out ’teacher’ and had not yet had the chance to ask why he hadn’t been at the villa when her expression suddenly became extremely painful. She extended a hand apologetically towards Li Qingshen, then turned her head and vomited again.

This time, the feeling of nausea was even more intense than before.

Ling Momo’s stomach had nothing left in it, and she kept retching dryly, feeling completely weak and drained.

Yet she couldn’t stop retching, and eventually, the bag she was holding fell to the ground because she had no strength to hold it.

The zipper of the bag was not closed, and items scattered out.

Ling Momo instinctively bent down to pick them up.

Li Qingshen’s expression grew even darker. He quickly bent down before her, picked up her bag, and swiftly stuffed the spilled items back inside.

Li Qingshen inadvertently glanced into the bag and saw a bottle of contraceptive pills.

His gaze turned icy.

He then silently grabbed the bag with one hand and pulled Ling Momo with the other, stepping into the villa.

No wonder she was vomiting so violently—it turns out she had taken contraceptive pills!

Li Qingshen threw Ling Momo onto the sofa, then stepped into the kitchen. Soon he returned with a cup of hot milk, handing it to her expressionlessly.

Ling Momo, looking pale, accepted the milk and, seeing Li Qingshen’s displeased face, dared not speak and drank it all in one gulp.

Having drunk something hot, her stomach felt much easier, and the urge to vomit slowly dissipated.

Ling Momo lay breathlessly on the sofa, weak and exhausted.

Wearing a short skirt, her pale legs were carelessly strewn over the white sofa. Li Qingshen glanced at them and found them particularly glaring. He turned away and went straight upstairs, entered the bedroom, and locked the door.

Ling Momo had been tormented most of last night, and after getting up early and vomiting for a while, she was tired. So, she lay on the sofa and gradually fell asleep.

Ling Momo slept heavily and didn’t wake up until the afternoon.

She was awakened by the sound of Li Qingshen talking on the phone.

She turned slightly and noticed that she was covered with a thin blanket. Ling Momo was initially startled but then looked towards the man standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a phone.

In the villa, it was just him and her.

He must have covered her with the blanket.

Such a proud person... covering her with a blanket... In that instant, a touch of warmth surfaced in Ling Momo’s heart.

At that moment, the sunlight outside the window was at its most dazzling, casting large, brilliant rays through the window and outlining the man’s figure with a golden halo, pulling his charm to an unending depth.

The man was wearing a white shirt, the sleeves rolled up, his hair slightly damp, likely having just woken up from a bath.

His silhouette had great depth, and Ling Momo couldn’t help but be captivated.

The distinct aloof tone of the man intermittently reached her ears.

"I’m sorry, I cannot accept your offer, as I have already submitted my resignation to MIT."

"I don’t plan to consider going back to MIT anymore!"