After rejecting my celebrity husband-Chapter 141: Found Her Not
The matter was still unclear, and yet it was to be dropped like this—how could she be content?
Leng Zimo turned his face to look at her, and as she met his gaze, even Xu Xia, who normally feared neither heaven nor earth, felt a twinge in her heart and suddenly became too timid to utter another word.
Ailin strode over and waved at everyone, "All right, disperse everyone. Remember to arrive at the company on time before ten o’clock tomorrow!"
Shen Xinyi breathed a sigh of relief and hurried away, while Xu Xia was also pulled away by a familiar classmate.
It was not until everyone had dispersed, leaving only her and Leng Zimo, that Ailin finally walked up to him, "President Leng?"
"Take this, get me a fingerprint analysis!" Leng Zimo handed her the blade.
"Yes!" Ailin took the blade, glanced at him—as if she wanted to say something but eventually did not—and left the studio in long strides.
Leng Zimo went back to the control room. The staff had already left, and he went up to the computer to deftly bring up the video footage.
Sitting in front of the computer, he furrowed his brow and pondered for a while. Then he watched the video of Luo Xiaoqian’s performance again, closely. Afterward, a trace of chill flashed through his eyes.
He brought up Shen Xinyi’s performance video and fast-forwarded to the part with the interlude music.
In the video, Shen Xinyi slowly walked onto the small stage with the piano. Then her hands glided across the keys...
Zoom in and slow down the footage. He moved through the frames one by one. Although the angle of the camera was not perfect, it still vaguely captured a reflective object sliding between her fingers into the keys.
...
"Do you think I injured my hand myself?"
"Isn’t it?"
...
Their conversation echoed in his ears, and the image of that face striving to control her emotions flashed before his eyes. His heart too felt as if it had been sliced by a blade, aching fiercely.
"Damn it!"
Leng Zimo slammed the mouse down with a snap. The mouse crashed heavily onto the desk, shattering into pieces.
He turned and burst out the door of the control room like the wind, quickly reaching into his pocket for his phone.
"Have you found her?"
...
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Outside Kong General Hospital, on a secluded little road.
Luo Xiaoqian hugged her arms and walked slowly along the roadside. It was early summer, but the night was still chilly. She was only draped in a light coat over her dress, which naturally did not provide much warmth.
Since it was not a residential area and not the main road, there were hardly any pedestrians on the street.
As the anesthetic wore off, the pain started to creep in bit by bit.
The small road was nearly at its end; ahead was the busy crossroads with constant traffic. Luo Xiaoqian stopped, gazing at the intersection ahead, her face full of confusion.
The rented apartment’s landlord had likely taken it back by now. In such a massive Beijing, there was not a single door open to her.
Behind her, the lights of a car appeared, and then, the vehicle stopped right behind her.
Thinking she might be blocking the way, she hurriedly moved to the side, but the car lights remained stationary.
"Luo Xiaoqian!"
Someone was calling her name.
She turned around, puzzled, to see a figure walking slowly toward her from behind the bright lights.
With the bright lights behind him, she couldn’t see his face clearly, not until he came closer, and she could finally see him clearly.
His tall stature was nearly on par with Leng Zimo, though he was thinner, different from Leng Zimo’s rigid dominance. The man before her seemed languid in every joint.
