He quickly opened it and saw only this simple sentence: "Enson, let’s et."
Li Qingshen’s expression froze instantly.
"Enson, let’s et."
What to say, seeing those few words, he felt surprised, delighted, excited, and nervous!
She actually wanted to et Enson. Did that an she had so expectations for Enson?
However, if she found out that Enson was actually Li Qingshen, would she beco angry?
Li Qingshen was extrely conflicted.
He pondered for a while and then walked out of the banquet alone, pushed open the back door of the "Imperial Palace," and stepped into the quiet little garden.
He stood faintly under a cherry blossom tree as the early sumr breeze began to blow, scattering a few petals accompanied by the fragrance of flowers.
Li Qingshen looked up at the petals dancing in the sky and thought, perhaps, he should ask her why she wanted to et Enson...
He took out his phone, opened WeChat, found Ling Momo, and was just about to tap to ssage her when he discovered that her WeChat signature had changed—it now read, "I want to et the person who makes feel warm."
Just this short line made Li Qingshen’s heart tremble violently. All his reservations and worries vanished in an instant, and he, with a glimr of hope, composed a ssage on his phone, saying, "Am I the one who makes you feel warm?"
Li Qingshen had never felt so tense. He couldn’t help but pace slightly under the cherry tree. Finally, he gritted his teeth, lifted his head, decided to send the ssage, but then he saw behind the cherry tree, not far away on a swing, that girl sitting prettily, and in front of her, was Lu Niange.
He couldn’t see Lu Niange’s expression, only the girl’s bright and cheerful smile.
Li Qingshen’s expression froze.
His gaze slowly turned sowhat cold.
His hand also slowly clenched into a fist.
"Qingshen, are you here?" The sudden voice broke Li Qingshen’s reverie.
Li Qingshen turned around and saw You Yi holding a glass of wine, standing not far away, with a smile.
Seeing that Li Qingshen did not respond, You Yi walked towards him and asked, "What are you looking at? You seem distracted."
Li Qingshen calmly turned around, directly blocked You Yi’s path, and with a cold, slow voice tinged with anger, said, "Nothing much, just took a call."
After speaking, Li Qingshen locked his phone and put it in his pocket.
You Yi frowned, and just as he was about to speak, Li Qingshen once again spoke first, "Let’s go inside."
Then, he grabbed You Yi and walked back into the "Imperial Palace" hall.
Ling Momo glanced at the hand close to her ankle and frowned slightly, instinctively trying to withdraw her foot. However, as soon as she moved, a pain shot through, making her involuntarily gasp.
Lu Niange’s actions beca even gentler. He looked up, his tone concerned, "Does it hurt? Where did you twist it?"
As he spoke, Lu Niange reached out to remove Ling Momo’s high heels.
However, just as Lu Niange’s actions were halfway done, suddenly a sharp voice rang from behind, "Lu Niange, what are you doing?!"
Ling Momo looked up to see Jian Chenxi’s face suddenly change colors as she clenched her teeth and angrily walked over.
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