Chapter 15

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

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.

After that, Li Qingshen came back many times, and the two of them just ate together. He never forgot to give her a gift each time, and occasionally he would give her some money.

Logically speaking, Li Qingshen didn’t treat Ling Momo badly. They weren’t even related by blood and he took such good care of her. However, Ling Momo just didn’t like Li Qingshen.

The Ling family wasn’t well off. Her parents had passed away and her grandparents had passed away early, so she lived with her great-grandfather. Every time Li Qingshen came to visit her great-grandmother, who was also his grandmother, her great-grandfather would always order her to serve Li Qingshen.

Perhaps it was at that time that she hated Li Qingshen. He was six years older than her, but she still had to serve him tea.

In addition, Li Qingshen was very outstanding. He was successful in his studies, excellent in his work, and came from a good family background. He was a little antisocial, and the way he looked at people was very cold. This made Ling Momo subconsciously feel that she was a class lower than him.

In fact, Li Qingshen had the capital to make everyone feel inferior to him.

Therefore, Ling Momo disliked that feeling very much. Furthermore, she could not resist it and had to obey it. As time passed, she started to hate it.

After thinking about it, Ling Momo actually didn’t know what she didn’t like about Li Qingshen. Somehow, she just didn’t really like him.

If it wasn’t for the fact that Li Qingshen was a famous legend, she probably wouldn’t want to have any contact with this proud man.

To be exact, she wouldn’t have the guts to get close.

However, now that she thought about it, she had no way out. The only way was to rely on Li Qingshen, the Legend, and gradually stand up.

At this thought, Ling Momo started to feel a little melancholic. How could she end her days of copying and writing?

Ling Momo bit her pen. What did she have to do to get the right to sing Li Qingshen’s latest song?

Ling Momo furrowed her brows and thought about it, but she couldn’t come up with a good idea. She could only lower her head in frustration and continue to copy.

Li Qingshen sat on the sofa at the side with a cold expression, but his gaze was fixed on Ling Momo.

Her every move, every expression, and every tiny movement did not escape his eyes.

He didn’t know what she was thinking, but he felt that the vivid expressions on her clean and innocent face were the most beautiful scenery he had ever seen.

When he was fourteen years old, he had met Ling Momo at his grandmother’s wedding ceremony. At that time, he had already wanted to turn this delicate little girl into his pet. At that time, he had only thought that the young and tender little girl was exceptionally cute. After a long time, for some reason, this idea had changed into his ideal.

Then he turned 20. After six years, he had returned to X city. She was already beautiful and elegant. That dream had become engraved in his bones. He wanted to marry her, but he felt that she was still young, so he thought that he might as well wait for two years.

This time, he left for another two years. When he came back, before he could even open his mouth to tell her, “Be my girlfriend,” she had already shyly told him that she liked a boy from the class next door.