Li Qingshen had been watching her intently, feeling an indescribable sensation in his heart. After finally listening to Grandma finish speaking, he comforted her by saying, "Momo, you stay and rest at Grandma’s house, I’ll go over there with Asheng."
After saying that, he called out to the man in the blue shirt standing not far away, and the two of them left one after another.
It was then that Ling Momo rembered that the man in the blue shirt was the sa one she had seen at the mall last ti, wearing a red shirt.
It turned out to be Young Master Qin Sheng of Baodi Group.
Li Qingshen didn’t take long before he returned with Qin Sheng, followed by that family. The woman who had scolded Ling Momo so harshly in the morning now ca forward with a smile and apologized to Ling Momo.
Although Ling Momo didn’t know what thods Li Qingshen and Qin Sheng had used, she knew that everything was now taken care of.
Next, naturally, it was her great-grandfather’s funeral.
Li Qingshen and Qin Sheng, along with those n in black suits they brought, all stayed to help out.
The originally somber funeral suddenly beca bustling and lively.
In fact, Ling Momo herself had no clue about the funeral and didn’t know where to start, but with Li Qingshen there, handling everything beca much easier.
When the villagers saw Li Qingshen and Su Chen well-dressed, looking important, they all started coming over, offering advice on the steps to be observed for the burial out of a desire to please.
With these people’s assistance, everything went much smoother.
They even treated the whole village to a al and, following tradition, had Ling Momo keep a three-day vigil.
Li Qingshen was with her every night.
With such continuous late nights, it was natural for their bodies to be exhausted, so during the day, Li Qingshen would have Ling Momo rest.
Ling Momo felt too upset to sleep well, waking up shortly after falling asleep, her sleep sporadic.
On the last day before her great-grandfather’s burial, Ling Momo found it especially hard to sleep and just sat there in a daze, watching Li Qingshen stand outside the house, surrounded by a group of people, unsure of what he was organizing.
Even in the countryside, after being so busy these past days, with an unshaven face, he still couldn’t hide his innate nobility and pride. His every gesture and movent stirred the hearts of everyone present.
As Ling Momo watched, captivated, a voice next to her said, "Eat sothing."
Ling Momo turned to see Qin Sheng holding a bowl of porridge. Ling Momo said "Thank you" and took it from him.
Without much appetite, but not wanting to reject Qin Sheng’s kindness, she absentmindedly ate with a spoon.
Qin Sheng didn’t leave. Instead, he leaned against the door, smoking a cigarette, watching Ling Momo for a while before suddenly asking out of the blue, "Why didn’t you go that night?"
Ling Momo looked up in surprise, furrowing her brows and voicing an uncertain "Hmm?"
"Last Friday night, weren’t you supposed to attend Qingshen’s birthday party? Why didn’t you co?" Qin Sheng continued, his tone carrying a hint of accusation.
Ling Momo’s face froze, and it took her a mont to recall the night he was referring to. It turned out to be Li Qingshen’s birthday party. Ashad, she pursed her lips, lowered her voice, and said, "My great-grandfather passed away that night."
Now it was Qin Sheng’s turn to be stunned. Originally, he was a bit angry, but after hearing what Ling Momo had said, he beca embarrassed, lowered his head, and awkwardly said, "I’m sorry."
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