After rejecting my celebrity husband

Luo Xiaoqian opened her eyes again, and it was already noon the next day.

Her head throbbed with a dull ache, and every bone in her body felt incredibly sore as if she had just fought a battle.

Gazing at the luxurious chandelier above her, Luo Xiaoqian was momentarily confused about the situation.

After a short while, she suddenly remembered something, sat up abruptly, and looked behind her.

Fortunately, there were only pillows behind her.

Leng Zimo was no longer there!

Luo Xiaoqian wrapped herself tightly with the quilt in a panic and quickly scanned the room.

The bedroom was incredibly quiet, the bathroom door was ajar, with no light shining through.

In the living room, it was also quiet without the slightest noise.

It seemed the man was not there.

She let out a slight breath of relief and then cursed aloud.

"Leng Zimo, you bastard..."

She stopped mid-curse.

All of this, it was her own doing, wasn't it?

Although she couldn't remember everything clearly from last night, she knew that her condition was obviously due to something being wrong with the water she drank.

The substance couldn't have been intended for her; it was just her bad luck.

Moreover, Leng Zimo had been refusing at first, but in the end, it was she who pleaded with him!

Touching her throbbing temples, she suddenly remembered something, sat upright again, and surveyed the room once more.

Her clothes were nowhere to be found by the side of the bed.

If she remembered correctly, besides the shirt she had taken off herself first, there was nothing else to wear.

The camera that used to be on the tripod was gone, leaving only the lonely tripod standing at the head of the bed, as if mocking her stupidity and helplessness.

Noticing something on the dresser, her gaze fixed.

On the nightstand, there was a set of neatly arranged women's clothes, from underwear to socks, from hat to sunglasses, nothing was missing. A hotel note was stuck on the side lamp.

"Wait for me"

The note only had two words, without even an extra punctuation mark to spare.

In his typical manner, the strokes were firmly pressed through the back of the paper, each line and each stroke exuded an authoritarian and chilling aura.

Luo Xiaoqian raised an eyebrow.

Was she to wait for him to come back and settle the score?

I'll wait for your big ghost!

Only a fool would wait for you here!

Buzz!

There was the sound of a phone vibrating by the side of the bed.

Luo Xiaoqian was startled, assured that the sound came from under the bed, she quickly bent down to reach and fumbled out the phone.

Glancing at the caller ID with Xu Xia's name, she swiped the screen and answered the call.