After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 1394 - 1398: In the Next Life... Still Be My Wife

The iron-willed man was also teary-eyed at this moment.

Leng Zimo tightly embraced his brother, "Are you a man or not? How old are you and still crying?!"

"Which eye saw me crying?" Leng Zirui wiped his face behind him, released him, and straightened up, "Look, do you see any tears?!"

Leng Zimo shot him a sidelong glance, "Get lost!"

"Get lost it is!" Leng Zirui turned and walked towards the door.

This kind of exchange, these brothers have had countless times since they were little.

This time, no one knew if it would be the last.

"Let Jiao Yang in," Leng Zimo said to him from behind.

"Okay." Leng Zirui wiped his face with his hand, opened the door, and walked out, his gaze falling on Jiao Yang, "My brother wants to duel with you, go on in!"

Jiao Yang nodded and walked in.

The two men exchanged a gaze through the air.

After a while, Leng Zimo turned, took a small notebook from a drawer, and handed it to him.

"You keep this; you might need it someday!"

Jiao Yang raised his hand to take the notebook, puzzled, wanting to open it.

Leng Zimo spoke again, "Don’t look at it now, it won’t help. If I die, only then will you have a chance."

Taking a light breath, Jiao Yang raised his face to look at him, "You owe me a favor. After your surgery, remember to repay me!"

Repaying a favor meant Leng Zimo had to survive, and he understood Jiao Yang’s intention—it was for him to live.

Without speaking, Leng Zimo simply extended his right hand to him.

Jiao Yang switched the notebook into his left hand, tucked it into his pocket, then extended his hand to grasp his.

Former business rivals, former love rivals... now already confidants.

The two men firmly shook each other’s hands, their fingers gripping tightly.

After a moment, Leng Zimo finally released his hand.

"Do you need me to call Xiao Qian in?" Jiao Yang asked.

Leng Zimo gently shook his head; there were so many things he wanted to say to her, yet nothing he wished to utter. Even now, he didn’t want to bid any parting words to her. What he could do for her, he had done, and what he still owed her, he’d have to see if there was a chance to fulfill later on.

Stepping forward, Leng Zimo directly opened the door and walked out, heading straight to Luo Xiaoqian’s side, taking her hand.

"Let’s go, take me to the operating room!"

Luo Xiaoqian held his hand, "Alright."

"Mr. Leng, the operating room is ready, Doctor Shen is calling for you to proceed immediately!" A nurse came in hurriedly.

"Okay!" Leng Zimo responded, holding onto Luo Xiaoqian’s hand as they walked together to the operating room.

Everyone stood and followed behind him protectively.

The distance from the inpatient building to the operating room wasn’t far. During this time, no one spoke until they reached the door of the operating room, where Leng Zimo finally stopped.

Luo Xiaoqian tightly held his hand, "Zimo, I’ll be waiting for you here!"

"Okay!" Leng Zimo turned around, pulling her into his embrace, "Xiao Qian, can you promise me something?"

"What?" Luo Xiaoqian asked from within his arms.

"In the next life... will you still be my wife, okay?" Leng Zimo whispered in her ear.

He couldn’t bear it—truly couldn’t bear to let her go.

This woman, he hadn’t loved enough, hadn’t cherished enough yet!

Luo Xiaoqian burst into tears in his embrace, "Alright, in this life, the next, the one after that... I’ll always be your wife!"

"Do you promise?"

"I promise!"

"Good girl!"

Releasing her, Leng Zimo turned and pushed open the door to the operating room, walking in without looking back.