After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 487 - 490: Father Leng’s Invitation【8】

Clutching a bunch of white flowers in his hand and donning a tailored black suit, his stunningly handsome face could topple the masses, standing carelessly, yet his presence was as regal as an Emperor’s.

Who could this man be, if not Leng Zimo?!

Lu Hao simply didn’t dare to look at him, his voice not only trembling but his entire being quivering like a leaf in the wind.

"President... President Leng... How... how did you come?"

Could it be that he discovered their conspiracy?

The mere thought soaked Lu Hao’s dress shirt with cold sweat in an instant.

"I came to offer flowers for Xiao Qian, and also to take some things away." Leng Zimo stepped down into the cemetery, "Lead the way!"

So, he came on behalf of Luo Xiaoqian. Lu Hao let out a sigh of relief and led the way ahead, not daring to walk down the middle but scuttling along the edge like a dog.

The suit on Lu Hao’s body was drenched with cold sweat by the time he traveled the less than a kilometer walk from the entrance to the grave.

Last time, although Leng Zimo didn’t send him to jail, the week he was detained was nothing but beatings every day, a week that felt like an eternity in hell.

Now, seeing Leng Zimo again, how could he not be afraid?

Approaching the gravestone to place the flowers, Leng Zimo gave a slight nod, a gesture of respect, his gaze quickly shifting to the brown suitcase beside it.

"Is everything here?"

"Everything’s here, everything!" Lu Hao hastily wiped his eyes, which stung a bit from the mustard oil, "Thank you."

Taking a step forward and feeling the icy aura emanating from him, Lu Hao retreated three steps in fright, ending up seated on the ground.

"Either disappear from her world, or disappear from this world." Looking down at him from above, Leng Zimo spoke in a deep voice, "This is the last time I remind you."

Bending over to pick up the suitcase, Leng Zimo turned and walked away, not sparing him another glance.

Lu Hao stayed seated on the ground, watching the black Mercedes drive away, before he weakly picked himself up.

Not far away, in a small grove of trees, Qiangzi ran over with a camera, watching the receding black sedan and then turning to Lu Hao.

"Brother Hao, how... why did Leng Zimo come?"

"Who the hell knows!" Lu Hao dusted himself off, "Let’s go, we’ll talk more back home."

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Back in the courtyard of her old home.

Luo Xiaoqian stood in the yard, bowing three times in the direction of Green Pine Cemetery.

"Aunt Li, I’m sorry, I couldn’t attend your funeral."

No sooner had she straightened up than her cell phone rang in the living room. Luo Xiaoqian hurried over, looking at the landline number from Beijing on the screen, faintly familiar, she answered the call immediately.

"Hello, this is Luo Xiaoqian."

"This is Leng Lin." At the other end of the line was Leng Lin’s voice, calm and without ripple.

Leng Zimo’s father?!

Luo Xiaoqian instantly stiffened, "Hello."

Over the phone, Leng Lin got straight to the point, "The day after tomorrow is Ghost Festival. You and Zimo come home, we’ll go to the cemetery together."

"What?!"

Luo Xiaoqian was so surprised she didn’t know what to say.

Such an abrupt invitation, wasn’t it?

"Day after tomorrow, ten in the morning, Babao Land Cemetery, goodbye." On the other end, Leng Lin stated the time and place, then hung up the phone.

"Leng..." Luo Xiaoqian listened to the dial tone, her hand helplessly dropping to her side.

This father and son were indeed cut from the same cloth, always commanding, never considering others’ feelings.

But what did this invitation mean?