After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 1088 - 1092: Name Your Price, I’ll Give It to You...

"Yes."

Her answer was simple and direct.

"How much?"

She didn’t speak, just lifted her arm, wrapped it around his neck, and then her lips moved towards him.

Leng Zimo’s hand naturally moved to support the back of her head, allowing him to kiss her more deeply.

The woman in his arms, he loved her so much that no amount of closeness was ever enough. Every time he saw her, he couldn’t help but want to hold her tight and love her dearly. Now, finally having the chance to be close to her, he certainly wouldn’t waste this rare intimate moment.

Her lips were even sweeter than he remembered.

Such a close bond between them was the greatest comfort he could have.

For a long time.

For a long time.

Only then did the two of them separate, panting heavily.

"I miss you so much." Leng Zimo said, gently nibbling on her earlobe.

Luo Xiaoqian, catching her breath lightly in his arms, whispered, "Just hold on for a few more days, then I’ll make it up to you."

"Seo Fei has already sent the initial payment, and Zirui is speeding things up, everything should be wrapping up soon." Leng Zimo moved his kisses to her neck, "I’m here to talk to you about Mo Mo. These days, Seo Fei has been getting close to me. I want him to stay with me for a few days to help fend him off."

"Your hand isn’t convenient, will taking care of him be too tiring?" Luo Xiaoqian asked with concern.

"It’s fine, anyway, with Xiao Ding here, plus, my left hand is quite agile!"

His hand unceremoniously slipped inside her blouse, proving his left hand’s agility with his actions.

Can’t eat, but touching is still good!

"Zimo!" She blushed and held down his hand, softly reminding him, "Now’s not the time!"

With difficulty, Leng Zimo withdrew his hand from her body, kissed her lips again, then let her go, turned around, and opened the door. He casually grabbed a decorative vase and smashed it to the ground, "Luo Xiaoqian, I’m telling you, don’t think just because you’ve persuaded my dad you can persuade me. This is the Leng Family, not your place. Get out!"

Luo Xiaoqian just stood there, saying nothing.

The vase shattered on the floor, instantly breaking into pieces. Downstairs, Aunt Su and Xiao Ding heard the noise and rushed up.

"President Leng!" Xiao Ding hurried to hold Leng Zimo back, and Aunt Su also came over to console him, "Zimo, don’t treat Miss Luo like this, it’s not easy for her to raise the child alone."

"Hmph!" Leng Zimo snorted coldly, "Luo Xiaoqian, stop acting pitiful. Don’t you just want money? Name your price, and I’ll give it to you..."

"Leng Zimo!" Leng Lin stormed upstairs, "Get out of here right now. I tell you, if you don’t acknowledge Qian as your wife, I do. Out!"

"You’ll regret trusting her!" Leng Zimo roared angrily and stormed downstairs.

Xiao Ding hurried to follow him.

Without leaving directly, Leng Zimo went straight to the garden and picked up Luo Jun, "Mo Mo, let’s go, come with Dad!"

"Did you and Mom discuss it?" Luo Jun asked, puzzled.

"We did." Leng Zimo replied flatly, carrying him out of the Leng Family’s front door.

"President Leng, don’t scare the child." Xiao Ding rushed after him.

Leng Zimo directly sat in the back seat, "Stop talking, drive!"

"Zimo, that child..." Aunt Su stepped forward to chase after them, but Luo Xiaoqian grabbed her arm, "Aunt Su, he loves the child, let Mo Mo stay with him for a few days. No matter what, he’s the child’s father!"

Leng Lin stood upstairs, watching as Leng Zimo’s car drove further away, frowning and sighing.