After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 152 The Real Luo Xiaoqian

Both of them headed towards the elevator, aiming for the underground parking garage.

Luo Xiaoqian, afraid of falling behind, rushed. Her shoelace, flung loose in her haste, got stepped on, causing her to lurch forward uncontrollably. Fortunately, her hand managed to grab Leng Zimo’s arm in time, preventing her from falling.

"I’m...I’m so sorry!"

As she turned to face Leng Zimo, she hurriedly apologized.

Noticing her loose shoelace, Leng Zimo handed her the folder he was carrying.

"Hold this!"

Hold this, hold that, what’s the big deal!

Luo Xiaoqian muttered under her breath, hugging the bulky folder with both arms, intending to move forward. To her surprise, Leng Zimo had already squatted down in front of her.

Looking down in confusion, she saw that he had taken hold of her loose shoelace and neatly tied it into a beautiful bow.

Watching Leng Zimo crouching before her, Luo Xiaoqian was utterly flummoxed.

What’s up with the tyrant today, did he take the wrong medication?!

After fixing her shoelace, Leng Zimo took the folder from her hands again, noticing an abnormal bulge at her chest. He frowned and handed the folder back to her.

"Hold it, turn around!"

Turn around?

What is he up to now?!

Full of questions yet compliant, Luo Xiaoqian obediently turned around.

With the god of wrath acting odd today, better to err on the side of caution and not to antagonize him!

As soon as she was positioned, he had already lifted her clothes. Before she could react, his hand reached from behind to her chest.

Her skin prickled as his palm lightly grazed it.

What is he doing? He couldn’t possibly be planning to...in the parking lot...

While she was caught in her frantic thoughts, Leng Zimo had already adjusted her bra for her, then reached behind her to fasten each hook. Stretching his long arm, he took the folder from her hands once again.

"Get in the car!"

Following him to the vehicle and sitting in the passenger seat, Luo Xiaoqian just hung her head in reddened silence, saying nothing.

Luo Xiaoqian, oh Luo Xiaoqian, can’t your thoughts be pure for once!

No, how could this be her fault? He didn’t say anything, how was she to know what he was going to do?!

Seeing her sitting and staring blankly, Leng Zimo sighed.

Not buckling up again?

She had been reminded about this more than once or twice—what was going on with this girl?!

Noticing that he didn’t start the car, Luo Xiaoqian raised her face in puzzled curiosity, just as Leng Zimo turned to help her with the seatbelt. As she looked up, her head bumped into his elbow.

"Ouch!" The wound on her forehead from Lu Hao’s shove the last time hadn’t fully healed, and now it collided with his elbow, naturally causing unbearable pain. Luo Xiaoqian gasped in hurt and complained, "Please, could you say something before you act next time!"

After securing the seatbelt, Leng Zimo turned to look at her as she pouted and gently rubbed her forehead, the corners of his mouth slightly lifting.

Yes, this was her!

Frank and childlike, this was the real Luo Xiaoqian.

He didn’t move away, only raising his hand to gently touch her chin.

"I’m going to kiss you!"

"What?!"

Luo Xiaoqian shifted her gaze in surprise, his handsome face rapidly enlarged in her vision, and his lips landed on hers.

Leng Zimo didn’t deepen the kiss, but merely gave her lips a light peck before he pulled his face away and started the car.

"We’ll go buy clothes first, and then head to the press conference!"