His heart was dim and desolate, yet it never changed. He wanted to help her fulfill her dreams, even resigning and returning to his country, letting go of so many excellent prospects, forsaking the Nobel Prize, all to help her. However, she had beco like this—depraved, degenerate, filthy!
How could he not be furious? How could he not be disappointed?
The more Li Qingshen thought about it, the colder his gaze toward Ling Momo beca.
The anger at the bottom of his eyes did not fade, but rather, it increased a bone-chilling coldness.
Two extrely contrasting temperatures violently intermingled at the bottom of his eyes.
He spoke, his tone sharp and piercing, tinged with a hint of disdain.
"Is this what you once discussed with as your ideal? Your dream? Is this how you treat your ideals and dreams?"
"By selling yourself to gain fa?"
"Ling Momo, do you still have any bottom line as a person?"
Li Qingshen couldn’t help but recall that night at the "Imperial Palace," her sudden compliance toward Enson, which also had an ulterior motive—to let Enson speak a few words on her behalf to Li Qingshen, to make Li Qingshen forgive her.
Li Qingshen’s expression grew increasingly grim.
To say it wasn’t heartbreaking would be a lie.
It truly was very chilling.
When she ran to the "Imperial Palace" and barged into a man’s room, seeking a backer and using herself as a bargaining chip, he beca sowhat angry.
Just because that man happened to be him.
He suppressed it.
He told himself that she really was at her wit’s end, blinded by hatred and love, and that was why she did it!
But now?
How could he convince himself again?
He had seen with his own eyes how she was held in Zhang Lunan’s arms, allowing that man to touch her all over, and still she smiled and waited.
Unable to help it, Li Qingshen’s gaze beca even colder.
His words beca increasingly milder, yet each word and sentence grew increasingly more rciless.
"Do you still have any sha? For fa, for a higher position, are you willing to do anything?"
"Ling Momo, do you think you, as you are now, deserve to have ideals?"
"It’s simply an insult to the ideal!"
Li Qingshen spoke these words one by one, without any rcy, hitting her right where it hurt.
He really was furious!
That’s why he was so harsh!
As he looked at her, a mocking cold sneer appeared, unknown to anyone behind that cold sneer, how profound a disappointnt and pain were hidden!
Now, she thought with her looks, she could be so successful, could snatch a little of Jian Chenxi’s shine. But she didn’t know that the day those people grew tired and fed up of her, how they would despise her!
Look at how many in the entertainnt circle had left their nas on the screen by shedding their clothes; they were well-known at the ti, but how long could that fa last?
Humans always crave novelty and loathe the old; female stars who used their bodies were like passing breezes, leaving no trace behind!
How could she, Ling Momo, walk down such a filthy path like those others?
"Just with what you’re doing now? You’re delusional if you think you can really make it big in the entertainnt circle for life!"
"People like you, who use their beauty to gain profits, stop dreaming such foolish dreams here!"
Ling Momo looked up at Li Qingshen, her expression incredibly astonished.
She knew that Li Qingshen always spoke harshly, with a cruelty that wounded deeply.
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