After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 891 - 895: Why Doesn’t He Feel Moved

Leng Zimo shrugged, "Alright, the last cup."

"We haven’t celebrated yet!" Seo Fei grabbed the bottle, refilled his glass, "To our victory, to Emperor View winning another big contract, cheers."

Leng Zimo brought his glass over, Seo Fei extended her glass to clink with his, deliberately increasing the force of her hand, causing the red wine to sway in the glass and splash onto Leng Zimo’s shirt.

"Sorry, President Leng, I’m really sorry..." Seo Fei feigned panic, hurriedly setting her glass down, and grabbed a napkin, "Let me wipe that for you..."

"Forget it!" Leng Zimo raised an eyebrow in displeasure, stood up from the sofa, avoiding her hand, "You should go back, I’m going to take a shower."

Seo Fei quickly got up, pretending to trip.

"Ah!"

With a scream, she fell into his arms, her arms naturally wrapping around his waist.

"Sor... sorry..." she apologized, slowly straightening up from Leng Zimo’s arms, lifting her face, "President Leng, I’m truly sorry."

Before coming over, she had deliberately cleansed her face of makeup, revealing the shoulders outside her dress. At this angle, her chest was half-concealed, and her delicate face was slightly flushed from the wine, with a shy expression that was incredibly seductive to any man.

Back then, Luo Xiaoqian was always so clumsy like this, which annoyed her when she saw it, but he happened to like it. To win his heart, she pretended to be clumsy, catering to his preferences.

But why doesn’t he feel moved?!

Leng Zimo’s frown deepened, "You should be going back now!"

"President Leng..." Seo Fei was unwilling, unable to believe that such a version of herself wouldn’t move him in the slightest, "I... I feel so sad, I’m always so clumsy sometimes, you must hate an assistant like this, right?"

"Take your hands off," Leng Zimo coldly spat out the four words.

Seo Fei held on tightly, refusing to let go, "President Leng... actually, actually, I’ve been hiding something from you all this time, I..."

Knock, knock, knock!

The sound of knocking came through.

"Who?!" Leng Zimo raised his voice to ask.

"President Leng, it’s me, Xiao Ding, I have something to discuss with you, it’s quite urgent... are you available?!"

Leng Zimo turned and walked to the door, opened it to find the driver Xiao Ding standing outside.

"President Leng, I have something to discuss with you, it’s quite urgent... are you available?!"

"Come in," Leng Zimo said in a raised voice.

This damn Xiao Ding, could his timing be any worse?!

Seo Fei hastily released her grip on him, stepped back, "You... you have things to attend to, I’ll take my leave."

With her head lowered, she hurriedly left Leng Zimo’s room.

Xiao Ding’s gaze swept over Leng Zihe’s shirt, which had been crumpled and stained with wine by her, with a curious look in his eyes.

"What’s the matter?" Leng Zimo asked.

"Oh, it’s like this!" Xiao Ding cleared his throat, quickly thinking of an excuse, "I... there’s an emergency at home, and I wanted to ask you if I could get an advance of two months’ salary."

"There’s no precedent for that at the company," Leng Zimo replied flatly.

"Then I won’t bother you," Xiao Ding turned to leave.

"Wait!" Leng Zimo walked over to the desk, opened his briefcase, took out a check, quickly signed it, and handed it to him, "Fill in the amount you need."

Xiao Ding looked at the check in front of him, hastily waving his hand, "No... no need, President Leng, I... I’m actually..."

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