The familiar voice reached Li Si’s ears, stirring sothing in her heart. She turned her head with a faint smile to look at the approaching figure behind her.
It really was Wang Ruotong! She wore a knee-length golden cocktail dress, which made her look vibrant and charming.
Her hair appeared to be professionally styled, and the light makeup on her face was exquisitely done.
As soon as Li Si saw Wang Ruotong there, she imdiately pieced everything together.
During Xu Er’s wedding, they had attended as well.
Their families must be closely acquainted, so it wasn’t surprising for them to attend Xu Er’s father’s birthday banquet.
"You’re here too?" Li Si stood up and greeted her, discreetly sneaking a glance in He Zixi’s direction.
She wondered whether Wang Ruotong and He Zixi knew each other.
When she looked over, He Zixi’s expression hadn’t changed, still filled with resentnt tinged with unwillingness, as he appraised Wang Ruotong.
Wang Ruotong radiated a bright smile, holding Li Si’s hand and pouting. "Yes! My mom brought here. Just earlier we said we couldn’t find you at the scene. We were wondering when you’d get here!"
As she spoke, she glanced toward Leng Mochen and the others. "Li Si, which one is your husband? You haven’t introduced to him yet!"
Li Si smiled and pointed toward Leng Mochen. "This is my husband, Leng Mochen!"
Leng Mochen kept his perpetually indifferent expression, only giving a slight nod without showing much reaction.
He had done so investigation on Wang Ruotong before. Compared to Liu Manlian, she seed considerably more straightforward.
Wang Ruotong greeted him with a smile. "Hello!" Then she leaned toward Li Si and giggled. "Your husband is so cool!"
"He’s alright." Li Si responded nonchalantly.
Ever since she knew Wang Ruotong was acquainted with Qin He, coupled with Liu Manlian’s scheming looks and words every ti they t, Li Si no longer harbored the sa feelings toward this mother-daughter pair.
How could Wang Ruotong not notice? The way Li Si faced her now was no longer like in their initial encounters.
But rembering sothing, she took a deep breath and said with a smile, "Li Si, why don’t we head over there to chat for a bit?"
Li Si glanced at her. "Whatever it is, you can say it here."
Wang Ruotong hesitated for a mont. "It’s not a big deal. It’s just that my aunt wanted to invite you out for a al to express her gratitude."
A flicker appeared in Li Si’s eyes. There it was, the subtle difference she had sensed in Wang Ruotong today.
"Your aunt is too polite; it’s really nothing. As for the al, there’s no need. I’ve been so busy lately, I don’t have any free ti!"
Wang Ruotong hadn’t expected Li Si to refuse so directly. Awkwardly, she brushed her hair back. "Alright then, I’ll let her know. Well, I’ll head over and sit for now. Let’s chat soti later!"
"Alright."
After Wang Ruotong left, Su ng leaned in and asked Li Si, "Is her aunt that person from the other day?"
She had heard about it before. Sing had been open for quite so ti, and the first and only custor who ever had an issue.
Li Si nodded, her face contemplative. "Yes."
She was unable to figure out certain things. Who had initially treated Wang Ruotong’s aunt’s face?
During subsequent treatnt, tests revealed that apart from previously using costics that severely clogged pores, her aunt had also consud dication containing large amounts of bromide and iodide.
It was practically a catalyst for the breakouts all over her face.
Even Peng Wanru herself might not be able to pinpoint when she had been sabotaged.
As the birthday banquet concluded, Yin Rui left with a disgruntled He Zixi. He had originally planned to suggest eting with Long Wu and the others for a private gathering, but that didn’t pan out.
If earlier Long Wu had any intention of hanging out with Yin Rui—Fatty Yin—that thought vanished after seeing how his girlfriend treated Su ng.
Not making their lives miserable was already generous enough. How could they even think of sitting at the sa table and having drinks?
Moreover, Xu Er was extrely dissatisfied with Yin Rui and his girlfriend.
Bai Shasha added fuel to the fire, and Xu Er outright refused.
As for Leng Mochen and Li Si, it was even more impossible. What was there to discuss with people like that? Leaving aside Leng Mochen’s amnesia, even He Zixi’s constant prying about Li Si was reason enough to despise them.
When they returned ho, Leng Mochen slouched by the edge of the bed, watching Li Si as she removed her jewelry piece by piece. He found it inexplicably pleasing to the eye.
The two exchanged glances through the mirror, sparks flying between them.
Li Si removed her diamond earrings and rubbed her earlobes, recalling He Zixi. Through the mirror, she looked at Leng Mochen and asked, "Guess what Shasha told earlier?"
"What?" Leng Mochen replied lazily.
Right now, he wasn’t thinking about anything else, only about the romantic bath ahead. A chance for so intimate fun.
Such monts were rare. His little wife had finally nodded in agreent today.
Thinking back, it had been quite a while since such a mont occurred.
From his tone, Li Si could imdiately tell he hadn’t been paying attention to what she was saying.
She simply turned around, leaning against the vanity, and looked up at him. "Shasha said that He Zixi has been asking her about . Don’t you think that’s strange?"
Leng Mochen sat up, his deep, dark eyes glinting with sharp intelligence under the soft lighting.
"Strange. But not hard to guess."
"Oh? What do you think it’s about?" Li Si started removing the hair clips from her hair, letting her scalp relax. Her eyes carried so curiosity.
Leng Mochen chuckled derisively. "She must’ve heard about you from soone."
As for who, that wasn’t certain. Maybe it was Qin He, or soone else.
But it definitely wouldn’t have been anything good.
Li Si had thought the sa. The two didn’t delve further into the topic.
Ti spent together was precious, and he would be leaving on a trip tomorrow. Both cherished the sweetness of the present mont.
Li Si uncharacteristically matched his enthusiasm, indulging in multiple challenging positions he suggested.
This gave him imnse physical and emotional satisfaction, as if he wanted to rge her into his very being, never letting go.
The intense pleasure left her gasping for breath several tis, but he always managed to find the right balance, slowing down and teasing her, prolonging their entanglent.
The bathtub, under the showerhead, on the carpet, in front of the vanity—everywhere bore traces of their passion.
What struck her the most was when he always asked her solemnly at the brink of her collapse, "Bao’er, did I make you happy?"
Her responses were only fragnted, breathless murmurs: "Mm... don’t... stop..."
He deliberately paused, just to hear her give the answer he wanted.
"What does your silence an? Say it, did I or didn’t I?"
He teased her further below, leaving her yearning yet unfulfilled.
She tilted her head back amidst the haze and heat, staring directly into his darkened eyes. Her voice was hoarse and tinged with suppressed urgency: "Are you... going to finish or not?"
"Of course," he muttered, embodying the art of knowing when to act, and expressed his boundless passion through action.
His sturdy, powerful fra, covered in glistening sweat, pressed against her fair skin, searing her body and soul alike.
The night passed in waves of intertwining fervor, stretching on until the early hours of dawn...
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