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Rebirth: CEO's Sweetheart Reaches the Life Pinnacle!-Chapter 139 - 136: Pessimism
Chapter 139: Chapter 136: Pessimism
She froze upon hearing those words, too stiff to even move. Leng Mochen paused for a moment before teasingly saying, "This idea doesn’t sound too bad!"
Seeing her pale little face, he felt a surge of satisfaction. Perhaps all men have a mischievous streak, and he was no exception.
In her heart, she rolled her eyes. This big troublemaker! But on her face, she had to appear pleading: "Please! Go back first, okay?"
If this keeps going, he might pounce on her, and she’d surrender immediately! Boohoo, she absolutely didn’t want to enter the bridal chamber prematurely, okay?
It was truly a lone man and a single woman, alone in a room; dry wood near flames, incredibly dangerous!
"Fine! I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning!" Leng Mochen nipped lightly at her upper lip in a teasing punishment, making her look at him with grievance: "Why are you doing this! Hurry up and leave! I’m sleepy!"
Finally, Leng Mochen let her go, granting her freedom, and looked up at her: "Are you really okay with me leaving? Hmm?"
She hesitated for a moment but still gritted her teeth and persisted: "Even if I don’t want you to leave, you have to. Otherwise, I’m afraid you’ll turn into a big bad wolf!"
He chuckled and shook his head: "Then you’re the little white rabbit, huh? Am I really that scary? Hmm?"
Seeing her look torn, Leng Mochen stood up. "Alright! This time I’ll actually leave! Don’t miss me too much!"
Li Si was surprised he didn’t continue to linger. While she was relieved, she also felt a bit melancholic—was she being too old-fashioned?
At the door, Leng Mochen affectionately tapped her little upturned nose. "Get a good night’s sleep. I’ll come to find you tomorrow!"
"Drive safely! And get some rest early!" Li Si reluctantly walked him to the elevator, the two of them lingering as though they were unwilling to part.
She couldn’t help but say, "How about you—you stay? It’s so late already!" It was indeed very late, and she suddenly felt a bit worried about him driving back alone.
He looked at her teasingly: "Are you serious?"
She blushed slightly and nodded.
He leisurely stepped out of the elevator and deliberately said, "Then I’ll reluctantly agree to stay!"
She was so exasperated she could’ve jumped up and down. Truly, he was shamelessly taking advantage of the situation!
In the end, Leng Mochen slept in the guest room, while Li Si slept in the master bedroom.
The next day was Christmas, and when they woke up early, it was a sunny day. Compared to North City, where it was already below -20°C at this time, Beijing was only a few degrees below freezing.
After breakfast, Li Si returned to her room to change into a slim, waist-accentuating leather jacket, paired with denim boot-cut pants, and punk-style short boots. She tied her hair up high, and instantly, there was a hint of cool confidence!
Just as she stepped out of her room, Leng Mochen let out a deliberate whistle. "Looking good, babe!"
She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him—this man was getting more and more playful. However, he was dressed fashionably himself today: a denim shirt under a blazer, with fitted dark denim pants. There was a slight air of trying to act youthful!
She couldn’t help but laugh. "Why are you dressed like this today? Isn’t this something twenty-something-year-old guys wear? When did you buy it?"
He glanced down at his outfit and confidently raised his head. "Had it delivered! I still look like I’m in my twenties. For a Christmas date, dressing younger is not a problem, right?"
She nearly kneeled in exasperation. Who could take down this conceited man? Good looks grant this kind of confidence? Good looks let him ignore his actual age? Fine, with facial features like his, he could probably wear a bed sheet and people would still rave about his understated elegance with depth!
Li Si stared at him with envy, jealousy, and resentment before asking, "Alright! So where are we going for our date?"
Leng Mochen affectionately draped his arm around her waist and said mysteriously, "You’ll know when we get there! Let’s head out!"
Jinxiu Building, 28th floor.
Li Si’s jaw dropped as she stared at the spacious and bright office area before her. From the floor-to-ceiling windows, she could look down at everything below: "You said we were going on a date, so why are we here?"
He smiled faintly. "This will be Mo Si Company’s future headquarters in Beijing. What do you think?"
Li Si gleefully looked around, touching everything she could. "Oh my god! This place is so much bigger than the office area we had in Fengye Building—I love it! Is this rented or purchased?"
Leng Mochen tapped her little forehead in amusement. "Of course, it’s purchased!"
She let out an excited cheer. "Having money truly makes you fearless!" Then she stopped to reconsider. How had the company generated enough funds to buy an office building in such a short time?
She looked at him, her eyes filled with suspicion. "Mochen, did you reinvest money into the company again?"
Leng Mochen denied it outright. "Nope! This is all profit that we’ve earned. But the year-end dividends are temporarily gone—I used up the funds!"
Of course, he wouldn’t tell her that he made a fortune by acquiring Ye Family stocks.
She was half convinced, half doubtful, but still happily said, "Really? Dividends or not, I don’t care; this place is amazing! It looks just like something out of a movie."
Leng Mochen hugged her from behind, both gazing out the window. "Are you happy?"
"Yes! If I hadn’t met you, I never would’ve dreamed of having so much! Thank you!" Li Si said with heartfelt emotion. Ever since meeting him, her life had changed in countless ways.
When she had just started again, she worked on real estate, sold her homemade food, and occasionally bet on stones. But deep down, she lacked a true business mindset; everything she did was just a small-scale endeavor.
He kissed her cheek softly and said, "Between us, we never say thank you! In the future, you’ll have even more. And when that day comes, don’t say thank you, okay?"
Moved, she turned to look up at him. "Why? Why are you so good to me? Sometimes I feel like I’m dreaming. I’m terrified that one day this beautiful dream will end, and you’ll leave me!"
It was her hidden fear. Everything was happening too smoothly. Ever since they met, it had all naturally led to the realization of their mutual feelings and being together. She originally thought his family would pose the greatest obstacle to their relationship, but instead, not a single voice of opposition had arisen.
Her intuition told her that in life, extreme happiness could often lead to an extreme reversal. Would something happen later on to tear them apart? Or maybe it wouldn’t be external forces—perhaps one of them would change heart, or something unexpected would happen?
He lovingly cupped her small face, puzzled. "Why would you think like that?"
He understood her well; she had always been sensitive, perhaps due to deep wounds from her past. Beneath her confident exterior, there was a latent insecurity. Some things could clearly be aired out, but she preferred to keep them bottled up. Moreover, she had a strong yearning for family, yet sometimes suppressed herself intensely—a truly contradictory personality.
In his deep, dark eyes, she saw her own reflection, as if they carried an unspoken enchantment that drew her closer.
"I—I don’t know why. Sometimes thoughts like these just pop into my head. Maybe I’m a bit of a pessimist. When I’m too happy or too excited, I get scared! Mochen, promise me we’ll always be together, okay?"
He nodded firmly. "We will! Forever together!" He held her tightly, giving her the strength to believe.
They stood silently for a moment, the warm sunshine falling on their bodies, enveloping them both in its warmth. (To be continued. If you enjoyed this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to continue reading.)
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