novelraw Chapter 851 - 855: He Himself is Her Hostage
Chapter 851 - 855: He Himself is Her Hostage
If he only knew where she was going, she could still move houses. But now, he even knows about her company, so there’s no way she can avoid him. Moreover, there’s the contract with Luo Jun and Emperor View.
She understands his character well. If she keeps rejecting him, it might backfire. In the end, it might truly make all her efforts go to waste.
An underground relationship—that’s the only solution she can think of right now.
This man is the person she loves and cares about the most.
He himself is the best leverage over her. In front of him, how could she possibly win?!
There’s no choice but to compromise with him.
"Deal."
Leng Zimo smiled with satisfaction.
"You must follow through. If you can’t, then we..." Luo Xiaoqian said seriously, "We might never be able to be together, so you must take my requirements seriously."
Her tone was deep, and there was an unmistakable worry in her eyes as she looked at him.
"I can do it, but... are you going to keep it this way? And why?"
"Because... because you’re a big star. I don’t want to be chased by reporters every day. And I also have Luo Jun to think about. I need to consider the impact on him as well..."
Leng Zimo nodded, becoming serious, "Alright, I promise you."
"Then let’s eat!" Luo Xiaoqian handed him the bowl of congee, then took out the other things he bought one by one and placed them in front of him. She didn’t forget to look at him with concern, "Your head... does it still hurt?"
Leng Zimo shook his head lightly. It wasn’t to comfort her; it truly didn’t hurt anymore.
This was the first time he hadn’t taken painkillers.
"I’m free this Sunday afternoon. If you don’t have work, let’s go to the hospital for a checkup." Luo Xiaoqian handed him the chopsticks, "Hurry and eat, or it’ll get cold."
As they ate together, she saw him pick up a piece of cilantro from the cold dish and quickly called out.
"Wait!" Then, she reached over with her chopsticks and picked out the cilantro leaf, "Alright."
Everything was done out of instinct.
Leng Zimo looked at the small piece of cilantro she placed on the edge of the plate, "You know I don’t eat cilantro?"
"I..." Luo Xiaoqian really wanted to chop off her own hand, "How would I know that? I just... don’t like it myself, so that’s why I picked it out for you."
"What do you like to eat?" he asked while eating.
"I love anything that’s delicious." She smiled.
The two of them ate and chatted. Unknowingly, the food Leng Zimo bought was completely cleaned out.
Looking at the empty bowl she placed on the table, he chuckled softly, "I remember you said you already ate."
Luo Xiaoqian’s face turned red, "I eat a lot. Is that a problem?!"
Leng Zimo laughed out loud, "Okay, okay, of course it’s not."
Glancing at the clock, Luo Xiaoqian quickly stood up to clean up the table, "It’s almost ten, I need to go."
"I’ll do it." Taking the paper bag with trash from her hand, Leng Zimo naturally reached out with a tissue to wipe away a tiny bit of oil on her lips, "You go pack your things."
When he returned after throwing away the trash, Luo Xiaoqian had already packed up everything she needed to bring.
The two of them went downstairs to the parking lot together. Leng Zimo naturally reached out and took her hand.
"Come ride in my car. I’ll bring you over tomorrow morning."
She didn’t refuse, nor did she want to refuse.