The road was a bit long. Ling Momo and Li Qingshen walked inside for a full twenty minutes before arriving at the door of the villa. A busy servant saw them and immediately stopped what they were doing, bent down and shouted politely.
Said: "Master."
It's exactly like the scene in those idol dramas where the male protagonist goes home.
The servants didn't know who Ling Momo was, so they just called out flatteringly: "Miss."
Ling Momo was a little uneasy, so she smiled politely at the servant and followed Li Qingshen obediently into the villa.
Opening the door, the decoration inside was even more magnificent. Ling Momo had been to Li's house once before, but after so many years, Li's house had been renovated, and she was stunned by the exquisiteness and luxury inside.
The walls are golden, and the overall style is European. There is a fireplace in the center of the living room facing the door, with a fire burning there and a huge portrait hanging above it.
A woman, with her lips slightly hooked, was leaning against a crape myrtle tree, wearing a purple skirt, her eyes were soft, her fingertips were slightly raised, and purple petals were floating by.
The woman's expression was dignified and charming, with a touch of endearing weakness between her eyebrows.
It's Li Qingshen's mother, Wen Jiaren. The painting is lifelike, just like a real person.
"Madam, the young master is back." The servant saw Li Qingshen and called to the living room inside.
Then, Ling Momo saw the purple crystal door being pushed open. Wen Jiaren was standing there, smiling softly, and said, her voice as soft as water: "Qingshen and Momo are here, come here quickly, we're here."
Wait until you two start dinner."
Li Qingshen nodded and called out: "Mom." Then he took off his coat. Wen Jiaren took it and arranged it before handing it to the servant standing nearby.
Ling Momo bent over obediently and said in a soft voice: "Aunt Wen."
Wen Jiaren smiled and nodded, then took Ling Momo's hand, with a warm and beautiful smile on her face, "Momo, hurry in, your great-grandmother just heard that you were coming, and she was very happy. Now she is talking
I still keep talking about it!"
As Wen Jiaren spoke, she pulled Ling Momo into the living room, followed by Li Qingshen. When she walked to the crystal door, Li Qingshen opened the door like a gentleman, and Wen Jiaren pulled Ling Momo along.
Momo walked in, followed by Li Qingshen.
"Mom, Momo is here." Wen Jiaren shouted inside, and then Ling Momo raised her head and saw several people sitting in the room.
She knew her great-grandmother, she also knew Li Nian, and there were three others left, a middle-aged man and woman, and a girl about the same age as Li Qingshen.
Li Qingshen stood behind Ling Momo. When he saw so many people in the room, he frowned slightly and walked to the sofa without saying a word and sat down.
"Momo is here." Great-grandmother waved to Ling Momo. Ling Momo quickly walked to great-grandmother, hugged her and softly shouted: "Great-grandmother.", her tone was a bit coquettish.
Wen Jiaren sat between Li Qingshen and Li Nian, her voice was still soft and gentle: "Qingshen, this is Zhou Changlin, Mrs. Zhou, and this is their daughter Zhou Nuan."
Li Qingshen listened to Wen Jiaren's introduction and did not speak. She just nodded with a cold face as a greeting.