After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 877 - 881: Shen Xiaoning Imitating Dong Shi’s Frown

Seo Fei handed over the sorted registration forms to him, a staff member lightly tapped the play button, and the video material on the big screen immediately started playing.

A girl wearing a black T-shirt with smoky makeup and tattoos on her arms appeared on the screen, "My name is Shen Xiaoning, I’m twenty years old, and my home is in Tianjin."

"Shen Xiaoning, may I ask, why did you come to participate in the "Huaxia Idol" audition?"

"Because I need to make money, I want to be famous, I need a chance!"

Upon hearing this, it was as if a thunderclap exploded in Leng Zimo’s mind. He couldn’t hear what Shen Xiaoning said next or what she sang.

His head hurt so much, and suddenly a pleasant voice echoed in his mind, saying the same words.

"Because I need to make money, I want to be famous, I need a chance!"

Then, the voice began to sing.

"Hypocrisy,

Your passionate promises drift away with the western wind.

Dreamy babble,

My heartfelt dependence is like a wilting flower.

Spark ignites a blaze,

My fervent eyes had illuminated the brightest sky.

Cataclysm,

Your heartless release, when I needed you the most..."

Leng Zimo stared at the big screen before him, but he didn’t see Shen Xiaoning; he saw someone else.

It was a girl, slender, wearing a white shirt, with lights shining on the shirt, making it look as if it was glowing, light blue jeans, cleaner than the sky after rain. He tried hard to see her face, but that face was blurred and indistinguishable.

"Damn it!"

Holding his head, he suppressed a low growl.

"President Leng?!" Noticing Leng Zimo’s odd expression, Seo Fei worriedly shook his arm, "Are you okay?!"

The gazes of several staff members at the table also focused on Leng Zimo.

Leng Zimo came back to his senses, irritably standing up from his chair.

"You guys continue, I’m not feeling well, going to rest for a while."

Putting the registration forms he was holding on the table, he turned around and left the meeting room.

"Let’s continue!" Seo Fei picked up the registration form, "What does everyone think about Shen Xiaoning’s performance?"

"This girl, it’s clearly an imitation of Xia!" a staff member said disdainfully, "She even chose Miss Luo’s lines from five years ago, obviously an attempt at getting hype."

"Oh, I was wondering why her words sounded so familiar!" another staff member exclaimed, "Right, in the first season of "Huaxia Idol," Miss Luo said the same thing when she registered, isn’t this why President Leng is upset?"

Seo Fei lightly knocked on the table, "Alright, gossip ends here, Shen Xiaoning, directly PASS, next one!"

The whole meeting lasted for over three hours. When Seo Fei walked out of the meeting room with the registration forms of the fifty selected people, it was already dusk outside.

Holding her computer and folder, Seo Fei lightly knocked on Leng Zimo’s office door.

Inside, Leng Zimo had his arms crossed over his chest, his fingers against his chin, his dark eyes fixed on the door, his face full of a contemplative expression.

He had already carefully thought about it for several hours. The scene that had appeared in his mind was so vivid, it didn’t seem like an illusion at all.

Those words, he had indeed heard someone say them before, but he couldn’t recall who the girl was.