Chapter 390: Chapter 390

Li Si still tried to persuade him: "Actually, your mom loves you very much!" From many small details, it was clear that Mrs. Leng truly loved him.

It’s just that sometimes parents, under the guise of "doing what’s best for you," try to dictate your life according to their own ideas. In extreme cases, it’s emotional blackmail disguised as love.

Leng Mochen explained quickly: "It’s not that I don’t want to see her, but I simply don’t have time! Li Si, I know you’re a good person, and I don’t want to ask anything of you, but I hope that in the future, the two of you can get along well.

Of course, that’s under the condition that she doesn’t make things difficult for you. I know about some things now! Everyone makes mistakes, but as long as there’s an opportunity to turn back, isn’t that a good thing?"

"Alright! I will!" Li Si solemnly promised.

’Leng Mochen’ smiled contentedly, then added, "And Xiao Ning—please take good care of her for me!"

"I definitely will!" Li Si sensed his oddness and asked, "What’s this about?"

"I’m going to the place I need to go! Goodbye!" He finished speaking, tilted his head, and passed out on the spot.

But Li Si knew that "he" had truly left. She didn’t rush to wake the Leng Mochen in front of her but instead quietly waited.

Looking out the car window, her emotions were mixed. On one hand, she hoped he would leave, yet on the other, she felt a silent sympathy—if given a choice, who would willingly leave this world?

Still, what did he mean by "going to the place I need to go"?

Her mind kept replaying scenes from both her past and present lives. Does everyone’s life trajectory change depending on certain people or events?

Not long after, Leng Mochen slowly regained consciousness. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Li Si watching him intently. Her gaze carried concern, excitement, and passion.

Both of them smiled and embraced warmly.

"I’m back!" he said, deeply moved.

"I know!" she replied affectionately.

"Ouch! What happened? Why does my neck hurt so much?" As he turned his head, he felt the friction between his sweater and skin, and it burned. The source of this content ɪs Nov3lFɪre.ɴet

"Leng Mohao almost killed you! Luckily, I arrived in time to save you. Leng Mohao was arrested, and Brother Heizi is interrogating him as we speak."

"So that makes you my savior? Looks like there’s no other choice but for me to repay you with my life!" Leng Mochen chuckled lightly, teasing her.

Li Si curled her lips into a smile. "Do you even need to say it? Everything of yours is already mine!"

Leng Mochen suddenly remembered—yes, everything of his had already been entrusted to her.

"Do you think he’ll come back again?"

"That ’him’ is truly gone this time!"

Li Si’s muffled voice reached his ears.

Leng Mochen looked at her curiously and studied her with suspicious eyes: "Judging by your tone, are you reluctant to see him go? Hmm?"

"Get lost!" Li Si groaned, punching him lightly on the chest. Couldn’t he speak properly?

She had simply spoken out of emotion! If she couldn’t distinguish between who’s close and who’s distant, she’d really be doomed.

But her punch elicited a louder gasp from him. "Are you trying to murder your husband? Ouch, that hurt!"

He picked up on her offbeat mood and purposely tried to lighten the atmosphere.

"Alright! Emergency resolved temporarily. Now, what do we do next?" Li Si tilted her head and looked at him inquisitively.

A change in personality really makes a difference—his whole demeanor and aura had transformed. She truly liked Leng Mochen’s Lu Zhenghang side better. Wonderful!

For once, they could truly rest easy. She should start enjoying what’s left of her late pregnancy.

Thankfully, the river water had spared her from swollen legs and feet. Otherwise, how could she have handled all this stress?

"Go home, cuddle my wife and child, and sleep! Seriously, ouch!" Leng Mochen lamented internally—this was suffering for someone else’s sake.

The original host had made a clean escape, leaving him behind to endure these minor tribulations.

Still, as long as he and she were inseparable, what did any of this matter?

"I’ll give you a good massage when we get home!" After all, what could be more beautiful than their little family of three being together?

Leng Mochen grinned knowingly, "A thorough massage, huh? Don’t miss a single corner!"

"You scoundrel!" Li Si immediately caught his drift. This shameless man with his endless flirtations clearly had no cure!

"Oh? Forgotten the consequences of calling me a scoundrel last time? Fine then, let me refresh your memory!"

Li Si was at a loss for words and decided that silence was golden.

Still, as she looked at the wounds on his face and body, her heart softened. Let him do whatever he wanted; she wouldn’t argue anymore.

Mrs. Leng’s right eyelid had been twitching nonstop all day. She felt uneasy. People say the left eyelid twitching means wealth, while the right means disaster.

Could something be about to happen?

She quickly called Leng Mochen, and her son reassured her that he and Li Si were at home and everything was fine.

Half-relieved, she thought of her husband and daughter still abroad. She dialed their numbers too, and they were both doing well!

As long as her family was safe, that’s all that mattered! She didn’t wish for anything else anymore—just the peace and safety of her loved ones.

The household maid noticed Mrs. Leng’s relaxed expression and cautiously suggested that placing a small piece of paper over a twitching eyelid was supposed to stop it.

Mrs. Leng smiled warmly and declined, but when she returned to her room, she found a sheet of white paper, tore off a tiny square, and stuck it onto her right eyelid.

Whether it was effective or just psychological, the twitching really did stop after a while!

Before she could celebrate too much, the maid announced that Zeng Qiuping had come to visit.

Mrs. Leng casually removed the tiny paper scrap, arranged her hair in the mirror, and headed to the living room, where she saw Zeng Qiuping standing beside the sofa with reddened eyes. She hadn’t even taken a seat—how unusually polite of her!

Mrs. Leng, still harboring resentment over Leng Mohao’s attempt to harm her son, greeted her with a cold expression. "What do you want?"

People don’t come visiting for no reason—there was sure to be trouble!

The lack of concrete evidence implicating Leng Mohao in her son’s attack was the only thing holding her back. Otherwise, no matter who was responsible, they would face justice!

Zeng Qiuping forced a conciliatory smile and said, "Oh dear, you’re still upset! I made sure to come in person to apologize. Please, don’t be angry—it’s all our fault, alright?"

If it weren’t for having no other options, Zeng Qiuping would never have humbled herself to endure this humiliation.

But now, she could only hope for Mrs. Leng’s forgiveness to persuade Leng Mochen to drop the charges against Mohao. Otherwise, who knows how much suffering her son would endure while detained?

She was also aware that this wouldn’t be easy, but no matter how difficult, she had to try!

Mohao had already been held for a full day and night, and she didn’t know what he had gone through during that time.

Because the case hadn’t been fully cracked, Heizi had publicly stated that Leng Mohao was arrested for suspicion of intentional harm.

Thus, Zeng Qiuping was still unclear about the extent of the situation, believing that as long as Leng Mochen withdrew the charges, the case would be closed and Mohao would be released.

Mrs. Leng shot her a puzzled look and said, "Sit down! You’re in my house, after all; it’s not a standing ticket venue! Oh, spare me your apologies. Don’t apologize and then expect me to do something uncomfortable!"

This wasn’t unheard of. She’d had firsthand experience before!

Especially given Zeng Qiuping’s unusually humble demeanor today—it only heightened her vigilance. Something was definitely off; who knew what schemes her family might be plotting now?

At least Leng Mo seemed decent, but the rest of them? They were all cut from the same cloth! (To be continued. If you work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation or monthly tickets. Your support is the greatest motivation for me. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com for reading.)