Rebirth: CEO's Sweetheart Reaches the Life Pinnacle!-Chapter 723 - 640: Isn’t That Strange?

The familiar voice reached Li Si’s ears, stirring something in her heart. She turned her head with a faint smile to look at the approaching figure behind her.

It really was Wang Ruotong! She wore a knee-length golden cocktail dress, which made her look vibrant and charming.

Her hair appeared to be professionally styled, and the light makeup on her face was exquisitely done.

As soon as Li Si saw Wang Ruotong there, she immediately pieced everything together.

During Xu Er’s wedding, they had attended as well.

Their families must be closely acquainted, so it wasn’t surprising for them to attend Xu Er’s father’s birthday banquet.

"You’re here too?" Li Si stood up and greeted her, discreetly sneaking a glance in He Zixi’s direction.

She wondered whether Wang Ruotong and He Zixi knew each other.

When she looked over, He Zixi’s expression hadn’t changed, still filled with resentment tinged with unwillingness, as he appraised Wang Ruotong.

Wang Ruotong radiated a bright smile, holding Li Si’s hand and pouting. "Yes! My mom brought me here. Just earlier we said we couldn’t find you at the scene. We were wondering when you’d get here!"

As she spoke, she glanced toward Leng Mochen and the others. "Li Si, which one is your husband? You haven’t introduced me to him yet!"

Li Si smiled and pointed toward Leng Mochen. "This is my husband, Leng Mochen!"

Leng Mochen kept his perpetually indifferent expression, only giving a slight nod without showing much reaction.

He had done some investigation on Wang Ruotong before. Compared to Liu Manlian, she seemed considerably more straightforward.

Wang Ruotong greeted him with a smile. "Hello!" Then she leaned toward Li Si and giggled. "Your husband is so cool!"

"He’s alright." Li Si responded nonchalantly.

Ever since she knew Wang Ruotong was acquainted with Qin He, coupled with Liu Manlian’s scheming looks and words every time they met, Li Si no longer harbored the same feelings toward this mother-daughter pair.

How could Wang Ruotong not notice? The way Li Si faced her now was no longer like in their initial encounters.

But remembering something, she took a deep breath and said with a smile, "Li Si, why don’t we head over there to chat for a bit?"

Li Si glanced at her. "Whatever it is, you can say it here."

Wang Ruotong hesitated for a moment. "It’s not a big deal. It’s just that my aunt wanted to invite you out for a meal to express her gratitude."

A flicker appeared in Li Si’s eyes. There it was, the subtle difference she had sensed in Wang Ruotong today.

"Your aunt is too polite; it’s really nothing. As for the meal, there’s no need. I’ve been so busy lately, I don’t have any free time!"

Wang Ruotong hadn’t expected Li Si to refuse so directly. Awkwardly, she brushed her hair back. "Alright then, I’ll let her know. Well, I’ll head over and sit for now. Let’s chat sometime later!"

"Alright."

After Wang Ruotong left, Su Meng leaned in and asked Li Si, "Is her aunt that person from the other day?"

She had heard about it before. Simeng had been open for quite some time, and the first and only customer who ever had an issue.

Li Si nodded, her face contemplative. "Yes."

She was unable to figure out certain things. Who had initially treated Wang Ruotong’s aunt’s face?

During subsequent treatment, tests revealed that apart from previously using cosmetics that severely clogged pores, her aunt had also consumed medication containing large amounts of bromide and iodide.

It was practically a catalyst for the breakouts all over her face.

Even Peng Wanru herself might not be able to pinpoint when she had been sabotaged.

As the birthday banquet concluded, Yin Rui left with a disgruntled He Zixi. He had originally planned to suggest meeting with Long Wu and the others for a private gathering, but that didn’t pan out.

If earlier Long Wu had any intention of hanging out with Yin Rui—Fatty Yin—that thought vanished after seeing how his girlfriend treated Su Meng.

Not making their lives miserable was already generous enough. How could they even think of sitting at the same table and having drinks?

Moreover, Xu Er was extremely dissatisfied with Yin Rui and his girlfriend.

Bai Shasha added fuel to the fire, and Xu Er outright refused.

As for Leng Mochen and Li Si, it was even more impossible. What was there to discuss with people like that? Leaving aside Leng Mochen’s amnesia, even He Zixi’s constant prying about Li Si was reason enough to despise them.

When they returned home, Leng Mochen slouched by the edge of the bed, watching Li Si as she removed her jewelry piece by piece. He found it inexplicably pleasing to the eye.

The two exchanged glances through the mirror, sparks flying between them.

Li Si removed her diamond earrings and rubbed her earlobes, recalling He Zixi. Through the mirror, she looked at Leng Mochen and asked, "Guess what Shasha told me earlier?"

"What?" Leng Mochen replied lazily.

Right now, he wasn’t thinking about anything else, only about the romantic bath ahead. A chance for some intimate fun.

Such moments were rare. His little wife had finally nodded in agreement today.

Thinking back, it had been quite a while since such a moment occurred.

From his tone, Li Si could immediately tell he hadn’t been paying attention to what she was saying.

She simply turned around, leaning against the vanity, and looked up at him. "Shasha said that He Zixi has been asking her about me. Don’t you think that’s strange?"

Leng Mochen sat up, his deep, dark eyes glinting with sharp intelligence under the soft lighting.

"Strange. But not hard to guess."

"Oh? What do you think it’s about?" Li Si started removing the hair clips from her hair, letting her scalp relax. Her eyes carried some curiosity.

Leng Mochen chuckled derisively. "She must’ve heard about you from someone."

As for who, that wasn’t certain. Maybe it was Qin He, or someone else.

But it definitely wouldn’t have been anything good.

Li Si had thought the same. The two didn’t delve further into the topic.

Time spent together was precious, and he would be leaving on a trip tomorrow. Both cherished the sweetness of the present moment.

Li Si uncharacteristically matched his enthusiasm, indulging in multiple challenging positions he suggested.

This gave him immense physical and emotional satisfaction, as if he wanted to merge her into his very being, never letting go.

The intense pleasure left her gasping for breath several times, but he always managed to find the right balance, slowing down and teasing her, prolonging their entanglement.

The bathtub, under the showerhead, on the carpet, in front of the vanity—everywhere bore traces of their passion.

What struck her the most was when he always asked her solemnly at the brink of her collapse, "Bao’er, did I make you happy?"

Her responses were only fragmented, breathless murmurs: "Mm... don’t... stop..."

He deliberately paused, just to hear her give the answer he wanted.

"What does your silence mean? Say it, did I or didn’t I?"

He teased her further below, leaving her yearning yet unfulfilled.

She tilted her head back amidst the haze and heat, staring directly into his darkened eyes. Her voice was hoarse and tinged with suppressed urgency: "Are you... going to finish or not?"

"Of course," he muttered, embodying the art of knowing when to act, and expressed his boundless passion through action.

His sturdy, powerful frame, covered in glistening sweat, pressed against her fair skin, searing her body and soul alike.

The night passed in waves of intertwining fervor, stretching on until the early hours of dawn...