The Mysterious CEO and His Feisty Bride

The noonday sunlight streamed in through the southern floor-to-ceiling windows, just illuminating the right side of Li Qingshen’s face. It highlighted his increasingly fair skin, accented his tall nose, and sharpened his features. His black hair, like silk, moved gently as he ate, making Ling Momo unable to resist a deep sense of inferiority. Most people in the music field relied on their looks, handsome men and beautiful women with an allure that could captivate a city. She had seen countless such faces.

Even her own face was considered exceptional.

However, compared to the godlike visage before her, it was like stars meeting moonlight, instantly losing their luster, incomparable in every way.

Ling Momo stared blankly at Li Qingshen for a while, realizing she had something else to do. She smiled sweetly and spoke obediently, "Teacher, did you sleep late last night?"

Li Qingshen raised his handsome brows, which was considered a response.

Ling Momo knew that he had stayed up until dawn. She hadn’t slept well the previous night either; the light in his room was on all night. He was probably busy with the theme song for Wang Yi’s new film.

Seeing that Li Qingshen’s bowl was empty, Ling Momo immediately got up to serve him another bowl of soup, "Teacher, this soup is good for you since you slept late last night; it can help relieve fatigue."

Li Qingshen took it, and Ling Momo obediently laughed again, "Teacher, do you think this soup tastes good?"

Li Qingshen lifted his head, staring thoughtfully at Ling Momo for a moment. He squinted, "It’s just okay."