After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 889 - 893: Little Cutie VS Big Cutie

As soon as the words left her mouth.

Both the speaker and the listener were stunned.

This line, this scene, felt so familiar.

Five years ago, when they had just gotten together, he went to Cannes, France, for a film festival. Standing on the balcony of his room, watching someone set off fireworks over the Mediterranean Sea at night, he had called her, and she had said the same thing.

Luo Xiaoqian didn’t mean to utter that familiar line; it was just a joke that slipped out. When she realized it, it was already too late. The words had already been spoken.

Humans are like this; some things can be disguised, but other things are ingrained in one’s bones and blood, impossible to disguise or conceal.

Even after five years, Luo Xiaoqian is still the talkative and cheerful Luo Xiaoqian, regardless of the fact that she’s now a mother to a four-year-old and the owner of a company.

Such is the nature of character—it’s hard to change.

"Zimo?!"

She called his name with a hint of worry.

Leng Zimo came to his senses, "Sissi, it’s so strange. Just now, I had a sudden illusion as if we had this same conversation before."

"Maybe..." Luo Xiaoqian tried to keep her tone light, "Maybe we knew each other in a past life!"

Leng Zimo chuckled softly, "I find you even cuter than Mo Mo."

Seeing that there was no awkwardness in his tone, Luo Xiaoqian finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Of course, because I’m his mom. He at most is a little cutie, but I am the big cutie."

Leng Zimo laughed even brighter, "Well then, has the big cutie and the little cutie gone to sleep?"

"Yes, he just fell asleep. He was still mumbling that you hadn’t finished your last story."

"I’ll tell him when I get back."

...

As usual, Leng Zimo, who wasn’t much of a talker, seemed to always have endless topics to discuss when it came to her.

In the end, it was Luo Xiaoqian who was concerned it was too late and might affect his rest.

"It’s getting late, don’t you have negotiations tomorrow? You should rest early."

"Then, where’s my goodnight kiss?!"

She laughed, then brought her lips close to the phone and gave a virtual kiss.

"Goodnight, I owe you a real kiss, and I’ll give it to you when I get back." His tone was domineering and shameless, "Now, you can hang up the phone!"

"Get some sleep," she whispered with a smile and hung up the phone.

Lowering the phone, which had become slightly warm, Leng Zimo gazed at the night sea outside the window for a moment before returning to the room to lie down. His heart, as calm and peaceful as the night sea, quickly settled into sleep.

The next day, the negotiations officially began.

During the meeting, Leng Zimo said little but maintained his demands with calm resolve, not yielding an inch. The other party, unable to gain any ground and compelled by their financial need for Emperor View, had to concede an additional 7% of the profits beyond what was originally agreed upon and signed the cooperation contract.

That night, Huan Yu Company held a special banquet. Several of the company’s popular actresses accompanied the guests, though Leng Zimo only stayed for a moment before finding an excuse to leave. He had absolutely no interest in such tedious events.

Back in his room, he was about to call Luo Xiaoqian to share his victory when there was a knock at the door.

Leng Zimo walked over to open it, and standing there was Seo Fei, still dressed in the strapless gown she had worn to the banquet, holding a bottle of red wine in her hand.

"A 7% increase in profits, shouldn’t we celebrate?!"

...

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Goodnight.