Chapter 14

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Ling Momo gently pushed the door open and saw Li Qingshen standing quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Not far away, there was a small delicate teapot on the coffee table. The teacup beside it was steaming hot, and the fragrance of tea wafted towards her.

Li Qingshen wore a beige shirt and stood with his back facing her. His posture was casual and elegant. The sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling window was bright and beautiful. The sky was blue and the clouds were white, and the mountains were tall and the trees were green. It was a beautiful scene.

However, Ling Momo found this scene to be rather familiar.

In her mind, she could not help but associate the person in front of her with Enson. Enson also stood with his back facing her like that. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor of the “Palace”, she could see the bustling night scene of city X.

Ling Momo couldn’t help but frown. Before she could think about it, Li Qingshen had already turned his head, disturbing the quiet beauty and setting off a storm of amazement.

His looks was neither enchanting nor seductive, neither sharp nor flamboyant, but it could make people hold their breath in an instant, as if everything in front of them would turn into nothingness if they were not careful.

The man’s eyes were deep, his nose was tall, and his facial lines were perfect. He was deep and mysterious.

Even though Ling Momo had seen this face many times, she still couldn’t help but lose herself.

“You’re very early today,” Li Qingshen said in a hollow voice.

“Yes.” Ling Momo nodded obediently like a primary school student. She walked over to Li Qingshen respectfully and stood in front of him obediently. “I’m free today, so I came a little early.”

Li Qingshen picked up the teacup on the table and drank it in one gulp. Ling Momo immediately bent down and poured Li Qingshen a full cup of tea. She held it in both hands and smiled, “Teacher, what do I do today?”

Li Qingshen stared at the pair of small, white hands in front of him. His eyes flickered slightly, and he stiffly moved his body. He took the teacup and held it in his hand. “You finished copying Mozart’s Serenade a hundred times?”

Ling Momo immediately pouted and shook her head with a stammering expression.

“Then continue with that.” Li Qingshen frowned.

Ling Momo’s expression became more and more aggrieved. She stood there and pouted as if she was about to protest. However, in the end, she still drooped her shoulders, turned around obediently, and walked to the desk at the side. She sat there, took a pen washi, and sat down obediently. She sat in a very standard sitting posture, just like a primary school student, holding a pen and copying the score that she had long memorized stroke by stroke.

In fact, Ling Momo was really a little unhappy. She was very happy that Enson had sent Li Qingshen to be her teacher, but Li Qingshen just made her copy the scores of all kinds of famous songs every day.

Mozart, Chopin, Beethoven.

Other than that, he had never taught her anything.

Ling Momo had only thought about it, but she never dared to. She also hated herself for being weak in front of Li Qingshen. Logically speaking, she didn’t owe him anything.

Moreover, they were a little related.

Of course, they were not related by blood.

However, Li Qingshen’s grandmother had re-married to her great-grandfather, so legally, she had to call him little uncle.

They had met before when she was eight years old, the day her great-grandfather married Li Qingshen’s grandmother.

The next time they met was six years later. She was 14 years old when Li Qingshen returned from abroad. On New Year’s Eve, they had a meal together and he gave her his first gift.