The Mysterious CEO and His Feisty Bride
Chapter 67 Secret Love for a Girl (7)

Chapter 67: Chapter 67 Secret Love for a Girl (7)

"The leaders have arrived, you should hurry up too... Already about to get out of the elevator? Then wait for me at the restroom entrance, we’ll go in together... Mm... It’s okay, I’m not worried, so mad about it, didn’t you also not expect Ling Momo’s teacher to be a myth? That day you sent her a message, stood her up, causing her not to participate in the competition, that was already helping me a lot, so, Niange, this is just bad luck, but it’s just a song, let her sing if she likes to sing, as long as I have you..."

After that, Jian Chenxi continued to babble on about something, but Ling Momo didn’t take in a single word.

In her head, there was only that one sentence, "That day you sent her a message, stood her up, causing her not to participate in the competition, that was already helping me."

It turned out that the message she received that night, the one where Lu Niange asked her out, was false, and it was really meant to help Jian Chenxi.

Ling Momo couldn’t clearly identify the emotions swirling in her heart.

She just felt completely powerless, her hands and feet ice cold.

She, like a marionette, slowly pushed open the stall door and stepped out of the restroom with stiff movements.

..........

Outside the restroom was a long, muted corridor with simple decor. Apart from some potted plants and murals made from singers’ portraits, there were no other decorations.

Ling Momo saw him at a glance, the person standing not far away.

He leaned quietly against the wall, his eyes as tender as ever, dressed in a pale blue suit and a deep red tie, looking as splendid and regal as a prince standing out at a banquet.

In his hand, he held a mobile phone, appearing to have just ended a call, his elegant fingertips slowly sliding across the screen a couple of times.

Ling Momo stood there, stunned.

After six months.

She had finally encountered him in reality—Lu Niange.

The entire corridor was silent, utterly still.

Music drifted out from a competition venue nearby, along with some voices of the staff giving directions.

Ling Momo just stood there, motionless, barely daring to breathe, watching Lu Niange in a daze.

Her eyes filled with a dense mist.

Time ticked away, second by second.

Lu Niange frowned as he glanced at the time, then slowly turned his head.

His features were delicate, and in his brow was a touch of weariness that was not easily noticed.

His gaze was gentle.

But he only gave Ling Momo a quick glance before shifting his attention away nonchalantly.

His eyes were calm, showing no surprise, no halt, not even a hint of emotion.

She couldn’t remember exactly which year it was, she only knew it was also an early summer like this one.

In the school, amidst thousands of people, she saw him at first sight, his handsome and gentle features.

He had given her such a look, indifferent and desireless, dismissive, yet it had caused her heart to flutter slightly.

Ling Momo’s fingernails dug fiercely into her palm; it hurt. She wasn’t dreaming, but why, when he looked at her, were his eyes as serene as a clear sky without a ripple?

It was as if he had never seen Ling Momo at all.

As if, in his life, she had never existed.

In the early summer season, Ling Momo felt the chill of winter.

How could he be so nonchalant?

He had dated her for a total of four hundred thirty-seven days, so why was he able to ignore her existence like this?