After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 172 - 173: You Can Call Anytime! [5]

Outside the door, Leng Zimo stood with one hand in his pocket and the other holding his laptop bag, his face the picture of leisure.

Did he really have to be so lazy? He knew the password yet still wanted her to open the door?!

With a silent complaint, Luo Xiaoqian gently opened the door.

"You’re back just in time, I’ve prepared all the cold dishes, we just need to boil water for the dumplings!" she said, intending to help him get his slippers.

Leng Zimo caught her arm, "I was in a meeting when I answered the call."

"I’m sorry, I... I didn’t know!" Luo Xiaoqian hurried to apologize.

"I’m not blaming you!" Leng Zimo looked at the fearful expression in her eyes, "What I mean is, it wasn’t convenient for me to talk then."

Ah!

Luo Xiaoqian startled.

So, he meant to explain that his curt response was because it wasn’t convenient for him to speak?!

"That’s okay!" she smiled, "From now on, I won’t just call you out of the blue..."

"You can call me anytime!" Leng Zimo cut her off.

Um?

Luo Xiaoqian pondered the meaning of his words, finding the man today somewhat strange.

Done for!

He must have misunderstood that impulsive kiss of hers, thinking she had fallen for him.

"Leng... Zimo..."

She hesitated to speak, wanting to clarify that it was just a kiss, meaning nothing, but the kettle in the kitchen had already started to whistle.

"Ah, the water’s boiling!" she rushed to the kitchen, "Go take a shower and change your clothes, and dinner should be just ready when you come down!"

Leng Zimo slipped on his slippers and followed her into the house, watching her pour water into the pot, "Are you sure you’re okay?"

"It’s nothing, boiling dumplings is a piece of cake!" Luo Xiaoqian showed him her right hand wrapped in cling film, "I’ve already taken precautions!"

Music was her beloved craft, she would be careful even without his reminders.

Watching her skilled movements, and sure her hand was fine, Leng Zimo turned and went upstairs.

Dropping the dumplings into the water, boiling them, and plating...

By the time Leng Zimo had finished his shower and come down in his gray loungewear, Luo Xiaoqian had already placed two plates of dumplings on the table.

She offered the chopsticks, "Would you like something to drink? I’ve got beer and juice!"

"Juice."

He had a lasting impression of her tolerance for alcohol.

Luo Xiaoqian took out the juice from the fridge, filled his glass for him, and Leng Zimo casually pulled out the chair beside him, "Sit here!"

Obediently, she moved her bowl and chopsticks next to him, picked up her glass of juice with her left hand, and extended it towards him, "Thank you!"

She had already said thank you enough for the day, and he did not like her being so formal with him.

Leng Zimo held his glass but didn’t clink it with hers.

"In the future, don’t say thank you to me!"

He really was odd, not even happy when thanked by someone.

"Yes!"

Luo Xiaoqian complied, tapping her glass gently against his, took a sip of the juice, and then reached for the vinegar bottle on the table.

Unexpectedly, Leng Zimo also reached out for the vinegar, and their fingers collided in midair, both tingling at the contact.

"You first!"

Luo Xiaoqian quickly withdrew her hand.

Leng Zimo took the vinegar bottle and poured a little into her dish before moving it to his side.

Luo Xiaoqian picked up a fork with her left hand and started eating the dumplings.

"I’ve already been preparing for the single, just rest well at home for a few days. Once your hand is completely healed, you can report back to the company!"

"Staying at home all the time is dull, I was thinking, maybe I could start working as soon as possible?" she asked cautiously.

Leng Zimo glanced at her little face, "That’s fine!"