After rejecting my celebrity husband-Chapter 75: Hate That I Cannot Laugh Thrice Loudly

Chapter 75: Chapter 75: Hate That I Cannot Laugh Thrice Loudly

"All set!" After a careful check, Luo Xiaoqian zipped up the suitcase with a smile, suddenly remembering something, "Ah, I forgot the umbrella!"

Behind her, there was no sound.

"The umbrella!" she repeated.

Still no response.

Luo Xiaoqian turned around to find that Leng Zimo had left sometime earlier.

Recalling she had seen one in the cloakroom just before, Luo Xiaoqian stood up and went inside, found an umbrella on the rack, and immediately put it into his suitcase.

Gurgle!

Her empty stomach shamelessly growled.

"Three million, finding a maid-cum-chef-cum-sounding board like me, Leng Zimo, you’ve made a bargain!"

Clutching her stomach, she stepped out of the room and made her way downstairs.

But there he was, coming from the direction of the door, holding a puffed-up bag in his hand.

In the air, there was a faint scent—that of food.

Stimulated by the aroma, Luo Xiaoqian’s stomach protested once more.

Leng Zimo glanced at her.

"Let’s eat!"

He even knew to buy her food, huh, that was somewhat considerate.

Following him, Luo Xiaoqian washed her hands and helped him take out the breakfast from the bag, set it up, and then unceremoniously sat down to tuck in heartily.

During special times, she could always eat a lot, and she was always hungry!

"There are two theories about the origin of dance: one believes dance is a means of courtship, suggesting dance originated from the affairs of men and women..."

The porridge in Luo Xiaoqian’s mouth almost sprayed out.

Please, could he not think about that sort of thing while eating?

Leng Zimo ignored her expression and continued, "The other theory says that dance comes from labor, but I am more inclined to agree with the former. When you dance, you look more like you’re laboring, tiring and clumsy, and that’s wrong!"

Luo Xiaoqian rolled her eyes.

According to him, should dancing be like making love?

"Exactly!" Leng Zimo saw right through her thoughts, "Dancing should be enjoying music with the body, not being constrained by it. Dance, like music, is a way to express oneself. Just as when we like someone, we want to embrace them, and when we hate someone, we want to stay away—our body is also a part of our thoughts..."

Luo Xiaoqian’s movement to bite the bun stiffened.

Was he, was he giving her tips on dancing?

Looking up, she skeptically gazed at him.

Across her, Leng Zimo had a stern look on his face, as serious as if discussing an academic problem with her.

When it came to music, he was always serious!

The phone on the table rang.

Glancing at the number on the screen, Leng Zimo stood up.

"I’m leaving!"

"No need to see you off!"

Luo Xiaoqian uttered, still munching on her bun.

After saying it, she realized her slip of the tongue and quickly stood up. "Ahem, what I mean is, have a... safe journey..."

"I’m taking a plane!" Leng Zimo said.

Ah, she had forgotten that you shouldn’t wish someone a smooth journey when they’re flying.

"Sorry, I actually meant to say, have a safe trip... wait for me, I’ll go get your luggage..."

His aura was too strong for her to dawdle, so she found an excuse to go upstairs, fetched his carry-on case for him, and brought it down with a smile.

Yama Raja was finally leaving, and she, the little ghost, could claim to be the king!

Thinking this, she wished she could laugh out loud thrice.

Handing over the carry-on case to him, she bowed obsequiously.

"Safe travels, goodbye!"

This cheeky girl, she couldn’t wait for him to vanish immediately, could she?

Leng Zimo inwardly clenched his teeth. "I’ve changed my mind!"

Luo Xiaoqian’s body instantly stiffened.

What did he mean? Surely he wasn’t planning not to leave?!