After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 1875 - 1879: Is 100 Million Enough?

"Little Angel, don’t you feel like we’ve met before?!"

Leng Zirui asked in English, an evil smile on his face, as he reached out his hand to touch her face.

"Don’t touch her!"

By the bed, Luo Ke growled in displeasure.

Leng Zirui stopped his hand less than an inch from Luo Xiaoqian’s face, turning to look at Luo Ke, "Is she... the woman that gentleman brought back?!"

Before Luo Ke could answer, his gaze had already returned to Luo Xiaoqian’s face. He bent down, Leng Zirui gazing at her greedily.

"Silky hair, eyes like the night sky, skin as delicate as fine Eastern porcelain... An angelic face that makes one’s blood boil uncontrollably..." His gaze slid down from her face, lingering over her partially exposed collarbone, drifting over her chest, and settling on her slender long legs, "Sir, can you give her to me? I’ll give you fifty million!"

As Leng Zirui spoke, Luo Xiaoqian furrowed her brows, looking at him.

The man before her looked a lot like Leng Zirui, but, upon closer inspection, there were significant differences.

Leng Zirui’s hair was black, and because of his profession, it was always kept short and neat. But the man in front of her had very light flaxen hair, styled deliberately messy, exuding a rebellious aura.

His eye color was also different from Leng Zirui’s.

The Leng Family Brothers all had deep, bright black eyes that appeared profoundly unfathomable, giving a sense of mystery.

Though Leng Zirui sometimes appeared carefree, his eyes were always clear, devoid of true malice.

However, this man’s eyes were a deep brown, filled with evil.

No, he couldn’t be Leng Zirui.

Watching Leng Zirui extend his tongue toward her chest in a provocative gesture, Luo Xiaoqian felt immense disgust welling up inside her, and she slapped furiously.

Slap!

A resounding slap echoed across Leng Zirui’s face.

If at first glance Luo Xiaoqian thought the man in front of her was Leng Zirui, she now concluded he wasn’t, just a bastard who looked very much like him.

Such filth wasn’t something Leng Zirui would ever portray.

"Get away!"

Quickly curling up, Luo Xiaoqian shouted angrily.

If Leng Zirui wanted to dodge, he definitely could have, but he didn’t.

In fact, one could say he was eagerly anticipating this slap.

If he could fool Luo Xiaoqian, he could definitely fool Luo Ke as well.

As for the slap, it could help him gain Luo Ke’s trust, plus it was a deserved punishment.

As a brother, saying such things and making such gestures toward his sister-in-law was indeed slapworthy.

Brother, there’s nothing I could do, once you find out later, don’t beat me up again, because sister-in-law already did!

But, you really couldn’t tell.

Luo Xiaoqian seemed so gentle and weak, but this slap was no less impressive than what Xu Xia would have done.

"Oh—" Leng Zirui stuck out his tongue, licking the blood oozing from the corner of his lips where Luo Xiaoqian had hit him, his lips curving upwards, "I like her personality... One hundred million, is that okay, sir?"

"She’s mine!" Luo Ke furrowed his silver brows, speaking in a deep voice.