After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 293 - 294: The Battlefield on the Dining Table [3]

I wrote two Chapters on the plane and am posting them now.

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"Miss Betty ordered the meal," Jiao Yang said with a smile, using his assistant’s English name.

"One moment, please!" The receptionist at the front desk snapped to attention, hurriedly bowing to look at the computer screen, "Found it, here we are, Miss Betty, Room 3, please follow me."

As she stepped out from behind the reception desk, she smiled and extended her arm, ready to lead the two of them to their table.

"Wait a moment!"

A domineering male voice sounded not far away.

Accompanied by footsteps, Leng Zimo had already strode over, lightly pulling Luo Xiaoqian to the side as he naturally positioned himself between Jiao Yang and Luo Xiaoqian.

The receptionist’s gaze lingered briefly on Leng Zimo’s face, and a look of surprise instantly flooded her entire face.

"You are..."

"Lead the way," Leng Zimo cut off her voice.

"Certainly, all three of you, please follow me upstairs!" Suddenly aware of her own blunder, the receptionist shifted her gaze and led the three to their table.

The three followed the female receptionist upstairs, through the long corridor, and into a semi-enclosed booth at the end, separated by greenery and bead curtains among other things.

The booth was large, luxuriously appointed but not ostentatious, with a vast space yet having only a double-seater table by the floor-to-ceiling windows, with a high-backed chair at each end of the table.

Luo Xiaoqian once again felt an awkward cringe inside, Jiao the monster, he actually booked a double-seater.

Three people, two chairs, where to sit?

While she was still hesitating, Leng Zimo and Jiao Yang had already walked up to them, each pulling out one of the chairs at either end of the table very gentlemanly and gracefully, then as if by agreement, they turned to look at a standing Luo Xiaoqian.

"Sit!"

It was the same single word.

Except, one was commanding with a deep tone, and the other was elegant with a smile.

Luo Xiaoqian suddenly felt her mouth go dry. These two guys, aren’t they intentionally giving her a difficult time?

"Otherwise..." Sensing the unusual atmosphere among the three, the receptionist tentatively spoke up, "I can add another chair for you."

"Please!" Luo Xiaoqian felt an immense relief and pointed to a spot at the side of the table, "Please put it here for me."

Immediately the receptionist complied, bringing over a chair from the side and placing it in the middle by the side of the table. Luo Xiaoqian sat down at once, then turned to the two men, one on her left and one on her right, with a forced chuckle, "I’ll sit here, that’s fine. You two, please take a seat!"

Exchanging glances across the table, the two men each took their respective seats.

At this moment, the waiter in charge of taking orders also came up with menus in hand.

"What would you like to order?"

The receptionist, relieved of her burden, quickly curtsied to the three and cast a sympathetic glance at Luo Xiaoqian, who sat on her chair but as if on tenterhooks, and turned to flee downstairs.

The waiter, unaware of the situation, approached the table delicately, "May I ask who will place the order?"

"I will!"

"I will!"

It was the same word again.

Luo Xiaoqian felt like crying without tears, glaring at Jiao Yang, she turned her head with a smile to face Leng Zimo, "May I order?"

"Sure."

Both men responded with a single word.

The waiter handed over the menu, and Luo Xiaoqian looked at it, "What would you like for the starter?"

"Escargot!"

"Caviar!"

From either side of the table, two different voices rang out at the same time.

Luo Xiaoqian really wanted to punch herself, why did she even ask them.

She ordered escargot and caviar for the two men, and specifically chose a different smoked salmon for herself.