After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 882 - 886: Don’t You Feel a Bit Dehydrated?

"Helping an overseas band with an MV plan." Luo Xiaoqian sat down opposite and smiled, "By the way, my client has taken a liking to EM’s singer Xu Xia and wants to collaborate with her. You have to help out with that!"

"No problem." Leng Zimo waved to the waiter, "Serve the dishes."

Soon, the dishes were served.

Luo Xiaoqian picked up the knife and fork but, seeing Leng Zimo sipping champagne, she put the utensils back on the table.

"Do you have something on your mind?!"

"Sissi!" Leng Zimo put down his glass, "Have you ever felt like you’ve lost something very important, but just can’t remember what it is?"

Luo Xiaoqian frowned slightly, "You have that feeling?"

"These past few years, I’ve always felt like I’ve lost something, but I just can’t remember what it is." His voice was tinged with distress.

Seeing the expression on his face, Luo Xiaoqian felt a wave of heartache. She reached out and covered his hand on the table with her own, speaking gently, "If something belongs to you, even if it’s lost, you’ll find it again one day."

Her hand was pale and slender, with a delicate texture in the candlelight.

The warmth and softness of her palm on his hand brought a slight heaviness, yet it was a comforting force that seemed to melt Leng Zimo’s agitated emotions.

He lifted his face and looked at Luo Xiaoqian, then turned his hand to hold hers.

"Sissi, thank you."

Luo Xiaoqian smiled, "Can we eat now? I’m so hungry."

Leng Zimo also smiled, "Of course."

So, the two of them began to eat, occasionally discussing the taste of the dishes, like old friends who had known each other for years.

Not far away at another table, another pair of a man and woman was also dining.

The man had long hair down to his shoulders and was wearing a white casual outfit. His slender fingers held a glass of champagne that he didn’t drink from. His eyes were slightly squinted at the woman across from him, who was dressed in exquisite spring clothes and had shaking shoulders. A faint smile lingered at the man’s lips, showing no sympathy for the woman’s tears.

"Tongtong, you’ve been crying for ten minutes now. Don’t you think you’re dehydrating?"

"Jiao Yang, you..." The woman lifted her face and wiped her tears with a tissue, "Do you really hate me that much?"

"I didn’t really hate you before, but now I’m starting to." Jiao Yang put down his glass, "If you’re done crying, you can leave now. Don’t stay and ruin my mood for eating."

"You!" Anger flashed in Tongtong’s eyes, but she suppressed it and turned to a weak, sorrowful tone, "These past five years, I’ve been looking for you. I know you don’t think of me, but... I’ve been waiting for you to come back!"

"In five years, you’ve had seven boyfriends. I don’t have the heart to be the eighth." Jiao Yang shrugged and put down his glass, "The reason I came today is that I owed you a favor five years ago. Now, we are even, so go find your eighth. It won’t be me!"

Unwilling to give up, Tongtong reached out and grabbed his hand that was holding the glass, "Jiao Yang, let’s start over, please, give me another chance..."

Jiao Yang raised an eyebrow in annoyance, "I’m not in the mood for such games right now. If you don’t want to be iced out by me, leave immediately!"